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.

from it? If she took control of the

questions swirled in his mind as the crunching sounds of Monsters devouring

he found himself more curious then he imagined—enough to instruct his replica not to kill anyone he encountered in the other

to know more…' Rey thought to

with his investigation here, Rey turned his back on the

Alliance will find use for them once they

~VWUSH!~

instantly teleported to the

was greeted by a pure white room, though considerably smaller than the

nature of the room was what

was a stark example of a

never expected to see something like this here…' Rey mused as he

"Good job."

these words, he fused

suspended men and noticed how they were dressed

everything. The pristine kitchen, the grand

This seemed like the dream kitchen anyone would want

However—

at the slab of flesh that was placed on a

didn't need an answer to the

portion of

what his Skill, [Absolute

preparing human meat…

swelled within his stomach the

'For who…?'

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

other ingredients in the large kitchen that told him that these

could smell something cooking—like fresh

It felt absolutely amazing.

salivate just from

no way anything made from this place

could sense a

there, but his curiosity got the best of

he found… was

as if they belonged to some kind of cattle in an

freezing cold, though Rey felt

felt was sheer

Rey wanted to vomit.

the information he received began to overwhelm him. He even staggered a

room, only to find packets of already sliced meat—all human, of course—with certain names inscribed on

people? I know some

some rather famous merchants

know everyone, but he could picture the faces

were known by many to be corrupt, while others were viewed

why are their