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.

on the ceiling of the path that led to

normal people who served as workers didn't stand a chance even if they were grazed

a result… a massacre

smiling as he could see

those thousands of

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

Phobio didn't

just do what he wanted to do; the same as he had

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

them had a Skill they could

Skill as rare as Spatial Magic or Gravity

Deadly Three was because he

responsibility, and Phobio

have fun with women, and jerk himself

there were other things he would desire in the future, but for now… he didn't

found out the source

it seemed all the workers were

some won't die immediately from the poison. I'll just extract information from them before I

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

Now then… let's

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as his flip flop

came to a halt once he reached the pool

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

it was drained from the

only lifeless husks with pale skin littered

they're all dead." Phobio murmured, slapping

emaciated corpses, an expression

of you just hang on until

like him

from the

I'll have to

A voice suddenly echoed within the massive clearing that Phobio stood in, forcing

and looked in the direction of the only other living