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.

them on the ceiling of the path that led to the other end of the emergency exit—that is,

served as workers

a result…

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

thousands of lives

Well, it

speaking, Phobio didn't

to

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

them had a Skill

as rare as Spatial Magic or

Three was because he simply didn't care

meant more responsibility, and Phobio didn't care for

with women, and jerk himself off as he stared at his

he would desire in the

found out

all the workers were

I'll just extract information from them

didn't offer an incentive, so he decided to lie that he

good plan. Now then…

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robe danced as his flip

a halt once he reached the pool of blood that

blood on the ground slowly began to gravitate towards him, and into the

of it was drained from the

husks with pale skin littered his

dead." Phobio murmured, slapping his hand on

corpses, an expression of disgust appeared

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

weren't like him at

Phobio—was special, even from

like I'll have to investigate

the massive clearing that Phobio

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