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.

path that led to the

was poisoned, so normal people who served as workers didn't stand a chance even

a result… a massacre

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

thousands

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

speaking, Phobio

wanted to do; the same as he had always

he joined the Mercenary Gang was for that purpose, and he knew just how valuable he was to

had a

as rare as Spatial Magic or

Deadly Three was because

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

women, and jerk himself

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

found out the source of

from the mirror, it seemed all the workers were

immediately from the poison. I'll

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

plan. Now

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his flip

came to a halt once he reached the pool

began to gravitate towards him, and into the sphere

the

only lifeless husks with pale skin littered

murmured, slapping his

he stared at the emaciated corpses, an expression of

of you just hang on until I came? Bunch of

like him

from the moment

have

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

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