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,

as workers

a result… a massacre

their workplace…" He whispered, smiling as

thousands

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

speaking, Phobio

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

very reason he joined the Mercenary Gang was for that purpose, and he knew just

them had a Skill they could manipulate

A Skill as rare as Spatial Magic

Deadly Three was because he simply didn't care for

recognized as the strongest within the Mercenary Gang meant more responsibility, and

women, and jerk himself off as he

in the future, but for now… he didn't

I never found out the source

see from the mirror, it seemed all the workers

the poison. I'll just extract information from them before I

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

Now then… let's

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as his flip flop squeaked

reached the pool of blood that littered

the ground slowly began to gravitate towards

drained from the

only lifeless husks

all dead." Phobio murmured,

stared at the emaciated corpses, an expression

of you just hang on

like

from the moment he was

I'll have to

massive clearing that Phobio stood in, forcing him

could feel a prickling sensation behind him, so he quickly turned and