Extra's Revenge: Reincarnated As A Slave-Chapter 89: Escape

The Carriages were insufficient.

Rey realized this within minutes of beginning the loading process. The sheer volume of treasures—two complete treasuries, countless rooms of valuables, accumulated wealth from centuries of Noble privilege—could not fit into the half-dozen transport carriages the Sunlit Order had secretly prepared.

’I need something better.’

He sorted through the Artifacts he’d claimed, searching for anything that might solve this problem. His fingers closed around a crystalline key, its form inscribed with spatial essence.

The attached documentation, hastily read during Serena’s explanation hours ago, identified it as access to a Dimensional Transport—a specialized vehicle whose interior existed partially outside normal space, capable of holding cargo far exceeding its external dimensions.

’Perfect.’

Rey activated the key, and reality rippled.

A doorway materialized in the entrance hall, revealing a vehicle that looked like an oversized carriage from the outside. But stepping through its entrance revealed a cavernous interior—a warehouse of space compressed into an impossibly small exterior.

"Load everything inside," Rey commanded. "Prioritize the Deep Vault contents, then the main treasury, then everything else. Leave nothing of value behind."

The Undead and automatons moved in coordinated silence. Bodies that had been human hours ago now lifted heavy crates without fatigue, carried Artifacts without care for their own safety. The automatons provided the strength for truly massive loads, their mechanical limbs never tiring.

Rey supervised with cold efficiency, his mind cataloging each item as it disappeared into the Dimensional Transport. Scrolls, Artifacts, crystals, raw materials, documents—everything the Desgarron household had accumulated, now his.

But even as the loading continued, Rey’s tactical mind focused on the next problem.

Evidence.

The manor was a crime scene of unprecedented magnitude.

A Noble Family murdered, their household slaughtered, their treasures stolen. The investigation would be exhaustive, involving the kingdom’s best magical forensics experts.

They would find traces of Chaos Energy—his Chaos Energy. They might even find ways to track him through those traces, to identify him despite his precautions.

’Unacceptable.’

Rey couldn’t leave such loose threads. The evidence had to be destroyed, and not just destroyed—obliterated so thoroughly that reconstruction became impossible.

Fire would help, but fire alone wasn’t enough. Physical properties like fires could be analyzed, traced back to their source.

He needed something more comprehensive.

His eyes fell on the vast collection of scrolls and Ether Stones still being loaded. Not all were valuable or useful—many were single-use Techniques, good only for their one specific application.

’But that’s all I need them for.’

Rey began pulling scrolls at random—Spirit Art techniques of various types, particularly the Inferno Techniques from Mid to High Sequences.

It felt like a waste to use them now, but he was in no position to be stingy.

Thus, Rey grabbed armfuls of Ether Stones, not bothering to sort by grade or quality.

"Stop loading," he commanded. "New priority: distribution."

The Undead paused, awaiting instructions.

"Place these throughout the manor. Every room, every corridor, every floor. Concentrate them in areas where bodies fell, where fighting occurred, anywhere my energy might have left traces."

Rey handed out scrolls and Ether Stones to his Undead servants. They scattered throughout the building, placing explosive and incendiary Techniques with mechanical precision.

But Rey wasn’t finished.

He pulled out Null Art scrolls—not the precious high-sequence ones, but standard disruption techniques. These he positioned at key points throughout the manor, designed to activate in sequence and create cascading mystical interference.

’I already know that the Sunlit Order set up Artifacts and traps that they planned to activate upon their escape. With the Null Technique, I can bypass the security measures and interfere with their activation time.’ He smiled deeply.

In essence, their earlier preparations would also assist him in his endeavors.

’Beyond that... there’s also the additional effect of Null Art.’

Rey had been thinking about it for some time now.

The theory was sound.

When the building burned, the Null Art would also disrupt the existing signatures, scrambling them beyond recognition. Spirit plus Null disruption plus the sheer variety of different Techniques all exploding simultaneously would create immense chaos that would bury whatever could be deciphered from his involvement.

His own Chaos Energy signature as well as his current living presence would be just one tiny thread in an incomprehensible array of several kinds of destruction.

Hopefully, no forensic analysis could untangle the mess he planned to create.

’They’ll know something happened here. And if my guess is right, they’ll involve Category B, no, even Category A Guards to investigate. Those will have Ancient MajiK at their disposal, so I need to be very careful...’

The preparation took an hour.

When finished, the Desgarron Manor had been transformed into a powder keg—hundreds of Techniques ready to activate, thousands of Ether Stones positioned to fuel the conflagration.

Rey did a final sweep, ensuring nothing valuable remained.

The Undead had been thorough. Every Artifact, every scroll, every piece of wealth had been loaded into the Dimensional Transport.

Only the bodies remained.

Rey stood in the grand entrance hall, surrounded by his army of the dead.

Fifty-eight Sunlit Order members.

The Desgarron family.

Hundreds of household staff.

All standing in silent ranks, awaiting commands.

’I can’t take them with me, but I can still make use of them.’

"Final orders," Rey said, his voice echoing in the empty hall. "When the manor ignites, you will leave through every exit. Scatter into the surrounding districts. Attack anyone you encounter—Noble, commoner, guard, anyone. Cause chaos. Create confusion. Draw attention away from this location’s true purpose."

The Undead stood motionless, absorbing their instructions.

"You will fight until destroyed. Maximum disruption."

Still no response.

They didn’t need to respond.

The commands were absolute, written into their Undead nature through the Technique that bound them.

Rey turned to the automatons. "You three will accompany me. We depart immediately."

"ACKNOWLEDGED."

He climbed into the Dimensional Transport, the automatons following behind.

Inside, the cavernous space was packed with treasures—the accumulated wealth of a Noble House, now his to command.

Rey settled into the driver’s position. The vehicle was designed for Noble travel, equipped with speed enchantments and defensive wards. It would get him far from this place before anyone knew to look for him.

But first... The fire.