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.

that led to the other end

as workers didn't stand a chance

a result…

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

thousands of lives

get new workers. Well, it shouldn't

Phobio

do what he wanted to do;

that purpose, and he knew just how valuable he was to them, so it wasn't

among them had a Skill they

rare as Spatial Magic

the Deadly Three was because he simply didn't care

Mercenary Gang meant more responsibility, and Phobio

drink, sleep, have fun with women, and jerk himself off as he stared

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

found out the source of

workers were dead, but Phobio suspected that a

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

be honest with him if he didn't offer an incentive, so he decided

Now then… let's

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robe danced as his flip flop squeaked

a halt once he reached the pool of blood that

towards him, and into the sphere that stood beside

from the ground and

lifeless husks with pale skin littered his

they're all dead." Phobio murmured, slapping

corpses, an

of you just hang on until I came? Bunch

like him

Phobio—was special, even from

have to

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

and looked in the direction of