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.

ceiling of the path that led to

workers didn't stand a chance even if

a result… a massacre

dare they try to desert their workplace…" He whispered, smiling as he could see pretty much all of

thousands

have to get new workers. Well, it shouldn't be a problem…

Phobio didn't

do what he wanted to do; the same as he

he knew just how valuable he was to them, so it wasn't like they

among them had a Skill they

rare as

Deadly Three was

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

have fun with women, and jerk himself off as he stared at

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

I never found out the source of the

all the workers were dead, but Phobio

the poison. I'll just extract information from

offer an incentive, so he decided to lie that he would save them if they told him what he wanted to

plan. Now then… let's

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danced as his

came to a halt once he reached the

blood on the ground slowly began to gravitate towards him, and into the sphere that stood beside

from the ground and sucked into the

only lifeless husks with

they're all dead." Phobio murmured, slapping

corpses, an expression of disgust appeared on his

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

like

special, even from the

have

within the massive clearing that Phobio stood in,

quickly turned and looked in the direction of the only other