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,

questions swirled in his mind as the

imagined—enough to instruct his replica not to kill

to know more…' Rey thought

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

Cores are useless to me. Maybe the Alliance will find use for them once they

~VWUSH!~

teleported to the location of

pure white room, though considerably smaller than the

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

stark

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

"Good job."

Rey uttered these words, he fused back with the other version of

a close look at the suspended men

and everything. The pristine kitchen, the

anyone would want to eat their

However—

of flesh that was placed on a large tray atop a

need an answer

portion of human

his Skill, [Absolute Appraisal], told

preparing human meat…

within his stomach the moment a second question

'For who…?'

a place where food for Monsters was being prepared. It appeared to be

could see spices and a bunch of other ingredients in the large kitchen that told him that these chefs were

smell something cooking—like

It felt absolutely amazing.

salivate just

was no way anything made from this place could

sense a door that

there, but his curiosity got

found…

hung as if they belonged to some kind of cattle in

freezing cold, though Rey felt

felt was

Rey wanted to vomit.

overwhelm him. He even staggered a little and struggled to

the shelves in the cold room, only to find packets of already sliced meat—all human, of course—with certain

I know some of those

rather famous merchants

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

corrupt, while others were viewed

why are their