An Extra’s POV

Monsters were inside their cages, all of them docile thanks to the runic crests that existed on all of their bodies.

They weren't particularly strong Monsters; around E and D-Tier at most.

Nothing was particularly special about these creatures, except perhaps what they were feeding on.

Rey saw it clearly—the body parts of human beings.

The corpses were already pale and dull-looking, most likely the cause of being dead for a considerable length of time.

'I see. So they feed the dead ones to the Monsters…' Rey found his thoughts trailing.

At this point, he had reached emotional lull.

Even without [Dead Calm] he found it difficult to be shocked or furious at the scene playing out in front of him.

Perhaps he was desensitized.

Maybe he was simply tired.

Either way, Rey looked at everything with dead eyes.

'So, they make the slaves have sex with themselves to breed, and those who have reached expiration are sent to the Monsters as feed.'

It made sense why Scylla would want more offspring now.

At the very least, they could serve as meat for the Monsters; especially since they wouldn't have much value otherwise.

'They look healthy, which means they're being fed well.'

Rey observed the way the creatures ate their meal, not even disturbed by his presence or the fact that he had just killed their caretakers.

'How many humans have they eaten already? I don't know. I can't even estimate.'

Rey counted the creatures in an attempt to get the numbers.

'They're only about a hundred Monsters. I don't know how long they've been here, but if I assume it's recent, that means they'll have at least fed them hundreds of people—if not a thousand.'

It was no wonder the other Warehouses were empty or abandoned.

'Scylla fed the slaves of the other Slave Traders to her Monsters. Was she trying to rear them for war, or maybe for commercial reasons?'

The crests on the Monsters made it so that they would obey their Master's instruction. It was very possible that Scylla was trying to make Monster Slaves.

'No one has ever done that in the entire history of the Alliance… no, even before then.'

If Scylla was trying to break into a new market, using Monsters as the commodity, Rey could understand a lot of her actions.

In fact, he found it impressive.

she took control of the Royal

as the crunching sounds of Monsters devouring human flesh echoed in the

instruct his replica not to kill anyone he encountered in the

need to know more…' Rey

Rey turned his back on the Monsters, his [Severing Claw] instantly turning them into slobs

useless to me. Maybe the Alliance will find use

~VWUSH!~

and instantly teleported to the location of his

a pure white room, though considerably smaller than the

squeaky-clean nature of the room was what kind

a stark example of a

he looked at half a dozen individuals who were currently paralyzed—courtesy of his

"Good job."

these words, he fused back with the other version

a close look at the suspended men and

white apparels, with the chef hats and everything. The pristine kitchen, the grand

This seemed like the dream kitchen anyone would want to eat their meals

However—

is that meat?" Rey pointed at the slab of flesh that was placed

need an answer to the

of

Skill,

human meat…

stomach the moment a second

'For who…?'

didn't look like a place where food for Monsters was being prepared. It appeared to be an exquisite place made for

could see spices and a bunch of other ingredients in the

something cooking—like fresh

It felt absolutely amazing.

almost made him salivate just from

way anything made from this place could be appetizing

Rey could sense a door that led

got the best of him so he instantly

he found… was

if they belonged to some kind

room was freezing cold, though Rey felt none

felt was sheer

Rey wanted to vomit.

as the information he received began to overwhelm him.

back and forth as he looked at the shelves in the cold room, only to find packets of already sliced meat—all human, of course—with certain

of… people? I know some of those

to some rather famous merchants or rich elites

obscure. They didn't know everyone, but he could picture the faces of

while others were viewed as pious

are