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.

placed them on the ceiling of the path that led to the

workers didn't stand a chance even

a result… a

He whispered, smiling as he could see pretty much all of

those thousands of

new workers. Well, it shouldn't

Phobio didn't

would just do what he wanted to do; the same as he

was for that purpose, and he knew just how valuable he was to them, so it wasn't like they could reprimand

else among them had a

A Skill as rare as

he wasn't among the Deadly Three was because

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

to drink, sleep, have fun with women, and jerk himself off as he stared

would desire in the future, but for now… he didn't really want much

I never found out the source of

seemed all the workers were dead, but Phobio suspected that a few could still

won't die immediately from the poison. I'll

with him if he didn't offer an incentive, so he decided to lie that he would save them if they told

good plan. Now

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his flip flop squeaked

to a halt once he reached the pool of blood that

ground slowly began to gravitate towards him, and

from the ground and

lifeless husks with pale

murmured, slapping his hand on

the emaciated corpses, an expression of disgust

on until I came? Bunch of

like him

Phobio—was special, even from the

like I'll have to

clearing that

quickly turned and looked in the direction of the only other living entity in the