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.

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

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

a result… a

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

thousands of

new workers. Well, it shouldn't be a

Phobio didn't

what he wanted to do; the same as he had

he joined the Mercenary Gang was for that purpose, and he knew just how valuable he was to them, so it wasn't

else among them had a Skill they

Skill as rare as Spatial Magic

among the Deadly Three was because he simply didn't care

responsibility, and

sleep, have fun with women, and jerk himself off

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

out

the mirror, it seemed all the workers were dead, but

die immediately from the poison. I'll just

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

good plan. Now then…

********

as his flip flop squeaked

once he reached the pool of

towards him, and into

drained from the ground and sucked into

lifeless husks

murmured, slapping

corpses, an expression of disgust appeared

one of you just hang on until I came? Bunch of useless

weren't like him at

special, even from the

I'll have to investigate

clearing that Phobio stood in, forcing him to cease

and looked in the direction of the only other living entity