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.

would she be able to gain from it? If she took control of the Royal Dungeon, just how

of these questions swirled in his mind as the crunching sounds of Monsters devouring human flesh echoed

curious then he imagined—enough to instruct his replica not to kill anyone

to know more…' Rey thought

pretty much done with his investigation here, Rey turned his back on the Monsters, his [Severing Claw] instantly turning

useless to me. Maybe the Alliance will find use

~VWUSH!~

instantly teleported to

white room, though considerably smaller than the

surprising than the squeaky-clean nature of the room was what kind of

stark example of a

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

"Good job."

he fused back with the other version of

men and

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

dream kitchen anyone would want to

However—

Rey pointed at the slab of flesh that was placed on a large tray atop a

need an

portion of

his Skill, [Absolute Appraisal], told

human meat…

the

'For who…?'

didn't look like a place where food for Monsters was being prepared. It

a bunch of other ingredients in the large kitchen that told

something cooking—like

It felt absolutely amazing.

salivate just from a

was no way anything made from this place could

could sense a door that

but his curiosity got

found…

to some kind of cattle in an

room was freezing cold, though Rey felt

he felt

Rey wanted to vomit.

he received began to overwhelm him. He even staggered a

at the shelves in the cold room, only to find packets of already sliced meat—all

know some of

merchants

They didn't know everyone, but he could picture the

were known by many to be corrupt, while others were

are