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.

ceiling of the path that led to the other end

who served as workers didn't stand a

a result…

workplace…" He whispered, smiling as he could see pretty

those thousands of

workers. Well, it

Phobio didn't

to do;

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

a Skill they could manipulate

rare as Spatial Magic

among the Deadly Three was

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

wanted to drink, sleep, have fun with women,

were other things he would desire in the future,

found out the source

all the workers were dead, but Phobio

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

incentive, so he decided to lie that he would save

good plan. Now then… let's

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robe danced as his

came to a halt once he reached the pool of

blood on the ground slowly began to gravitate towards

the ground and sucked into

husks with pale

they're all dead." Phobio murmured, slapping his hand on his

stared at the emaciated corpses, an expression of disgust appeared on

you just hang on until

weren't like

Phobio—was special, even from

I'll have to

unexpected…" A voice suddenly echoed within the massive clearing that

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