An Extra’s POV

Phobio arrived in the parlor, a glamorously furnished place that made him nothing short of a nobleman.

No one would ever expect such a room like this to exist deep within the mountains.

And yet…

"Let's find out what happened, shall we?" As he muttered this, he went to a corner of the room where a mirror was hung on the wall.

He took a minute or two to observe his handsome face and his perfect body. He was extremely gorgeous, and even his 'tool' down there was too large to be true.

Many women had testified to this.

It was only after checking himself out a couple of times that Phobio reminded himself that he had come to the mirror for an important purpose.

… Besides checking out his body, of course.

"Show me what's going on outside." As Phobio said this, the mirror stopped reflecting him, instead displaying the havoc that was ensuing within the warehouse.

'They're all fleeing, eh? Interesting…'

There were a couple thousand workers that lived and worked in the KariBlanc Eastern Warehouse; and this was the count after he had executed a few hundred to serve as examples to the rest.

After taking control of this place, the rules were pretty simple.

The workers would work in exchange for their lives.

They weren't getting paid—at least, not in cash. Still, that didn't mean they could do shoddy work or desert their work posts.

"Looks like I'll have to teach them a lesson."

He placed a hand on the mirror and muttered a few words.

"Activate the emergency trap."

The moment he said this, the mirror glowed bright crimson, and what soon followed were screams of chaos and death.

When he took over, he—with the help of a colleague—installed arrows more than three times the total number of workers within the Warehouse.

the ceiling of the path that led to the other end of the emergency exit—that is,

as workers didn't stand a chance even if

a result… a massacre

whispered, smiling as he could see pretty much

thousands of lives

new workers. Well, it

Phobio didn't

he wanted to

the Mercenary Gang was for that purpose, and he knew just how valuable he was to

else among them had a Skill

as Spatial Magic or

Three

the Mercenary Gang meant more responsibility, and Phobio didn't care for

drink, sleep, have fun with women,

he would desire in the future,

out the source of the

from the mirror, it seemed all the workers were dead, but Phobio suspected that a few could

die immediately from the poison. I'll just extract information from them

he decided

Now

********

as his flip flop squeaked

a halt once he reached the pool of blood

towards him, and into

it was drained from the

husks with

all dead." Phobio murmured,

corpses, an expression of

couldn't one of you just hang on until I came? Bunch of useless

like him

from the moment he was

I'll have

unexpected…" A voice suddenly echoed within the massive clearing that

quickly turned and looked in the direction of the only other