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.

of the path that led to the

as workers didn't stand a chance even if they were grazed by

a result… a massacre

their workplace…" He whispered, smiling as he could see

those thousands of

Well, it shouldn't be a problem…

Phobio

what he wanted to do; the same as

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

a

A Skill as rare as Spatial Magic

Three was because he simply didn't care

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

with women, and jerk himself off as he stared at

desire in the future, but for now…

found out the source

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

I'll just extract information from them before I

he decided to lie

good plan. Now

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as his flip flop squeaked on

once he reached the pool of blood that littered his

gravitate towards him, and into the sphere that stood beside

drained from the

a result, only lifeless husks with pale skin littered

dead." Phobio murmured, slapping

emaciated corpses, an expression

couldn't one of you just hang on until

like him

special, even from the moment

I'll have to

echoed within the massive clearing that Phobio

turned and looked in the direction of the only other