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

served as workers didn't stand a chance even

result…

they try to desert their workplace…" He whispered, smiling as he

thousands of lives

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

speaking, Phobio

wanted to do; the same as he had always

just how valuable he

a Skill

as Spatial

Deadly Three was

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

simply wanted to drink, sleep, have fun with women, and jerk himself off as

desire in the future, but

never found out

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

I'll just

honest with him if he didn't offer an incentive, so he decided to lie that

plan. Now then…

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his flip

a halt once he reached

towards him, and into

the

result, only lifeless husks with pale skin littered

murmured, slapping his hand

emaciated corpses, an expression

one of you just hang on until

weren't like

Phobio—was special, even from the

like I'll have

suddenly echoed within the massive clearing that Phobio

sensation behind him, so he quickly turned and looked in the direction of the only