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 the other end of the emergency exit—that is, the

workers

a result… a massacre

whispered, smiling as he could see pretty

those thousands

to get new workers. Well, it

speaking, Phobio

do what he wanted to do; the same as he

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

among them had a Skill they could

A Skill as rare as Spatial Magic or Gravity

Deadly Three was because he simply

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

wanted to drink, sleep, have fun with women, and

there were other things he would desire in the future, but for now…

out the source of

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

I'll just extract information from them

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

good plan. Now then… let's

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soft white robe danced as his flip flop squeaked on the

only came to a halt once he reached the pool of blood that littered

slowly began to gravitate towards him, and

it was drained from the

husks with pale

murmured,

corpses, an

of you just hang on until I

like him

even from the moment he was

I'll have

voice suddenly echoed within the massive clearing that Phobio stood

feel a prickling sensation behind him, so he quickly turned and looked in the direction of the