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.

led to the other end of

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

result… a

He whispered, smiling as

thousands of

have to get new workers. Well,

Phobio

wanted to do; the same as

and he knew just how valuable he was to them, so

a Skill they could manipulate

as rare as Spatial

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

recognized as the strongest within the Mercenary Gang meant more responsibility, and Phobio didn't care for any

sleep, have fun with women, and jerk himself

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

out the source of

it seemed all the workers were dead,

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

he didn't offer an incentive, so he decided to lie that he would save them

plan. Now

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robe danced as his flip flop squeaked on the

halt once he reached the pool of blood that

towards him, and

drained from the ground and sucked into

a result, only lifeless husks with pale skin littered his

Phobio murmured, slapping his hand

emaciated corpses, an expression of disgust

of you just hang on until I came? Bunch of

like him

Phobio—was special, even from the moment

like I'll have

voice suddenly echoed within the massive clearing

he quickly turned and looked in the direction of the only other living entity