Extra's Revenge: Reincarnated As A Slave-Chapter 139: Exposed

Rey’s enhanced perception detected the shift in mystical energy the moment it began.

Something was happening—a massive surge of Ether concentrating at the center of the auction hall, far more powerful than anything the normal auction wards should be generating.

The pattern was familiar, sophisticated, and deeply concerning.

’Is this a Technique? An Artifact’s activation,’ Rey recognized with cold dread. ’They’re doing something dramatic.’

Around the hall, other perceptive attendees were also noticing the energy buildup.

Conversations began to falter.

Attention shifted from the auction items to the growing mystical disturbance. Even the auctioneer paused mid-sentence, her professional composure cracking as she sensed something unprecedented occurring.

Then Selene’s voice rang out across the entire hall, magically amplified to overcome all other sounds.

"Attention all attendees. This auction is now under Category S Guard authority. By order of the Special Investigators Division, no one is to leave this hall until identity verification has been completed."

Panic rippled through the crowd immediately.

Category S Guards revealing themselves at a Dark Commerce auction was unprecedented.

The criminal economy operated on an understanding that certain boundaries wouldn’t be crossed, that the Guards would maintain plausible deniability about illegal activities they couldn’t directly observe.

For them to announce their presence so openly meant something catastrophic had occurred.

Rey remained still in his observation booth, his mind racing through implications and options. Whatever they were planning, it was significant enough to sacrifice the subtle approach they’d been maintaining.

’They’ve identified something,’ he thought. ’Some pattern or evidence that made them confident enough to abandon covert observation.’

At the center of the hall, three figures materialized—stepping out of concealment as their mystical disguises dissolved. Selene, Marcus, and Thane, all wearing their Category S Guard uniforms, all radiating the kind of power that made it clear resistance would be fatal.

Selene held a crystalline sphere that pulsed with blinding golden light—the Artifact Rey had sensed activating.

It passed the regular grades and stood at the top of them.

Divine Grade Artifact!

"This is the Mirror of True Names," Selene announced, her voice carrying absolute authority. "A Divine Artifact capable of revealing the genuine identity of every individual within its radius, regardless of disguise, illusion, or mystical concealment."

Rey’s blood ran cold.

’No,’ he thought desperately. ’They can’t—I prepared for mystical detection, for signature analysis, for pattern recognition, but a Divine Artifact that strips away all disguises—’

The Mirror’s light intensified, expanding outward in a wave of pure revealing force.

It washed over the auction hall like divine judgment, and everywhere it touched, false identities dissolved.

Rey tried to activate defensive Artifacts, attempted to reinforce his disguise with additional Ether, and even considered using a Scroll to create mystical interference.

But Divine-tier power operated on a level that mundane defenses couldn’t resist.

The wave reached his observation booth.

For a fraction of a second, Rey felt his carefully constructed disguise resist—the Artifacts fighting against the revelation, the Techniques struggling to maintain the false appearance. Then the Divine power simply overwrote everything, stripping away layers of deception like they were tissue paper.

His elderly merchant features dissolved.

The ash-gray hair transformed to its natural black-and-white coloring.

His apparent age reversed from late forties to teenage youth. Even his mystical signature was exposed, revealing the Chaos Energy that permeated his true form.

Around the hall, hundreds of other attendees were experiencing similar transformations.

Nobles who’d been disguised as common merchants were revealed.

Criminal operators who’d hidden their true affiliations found their House loyalties exposed.

Even the auctioneer’s carefully maintained neutral appearance dissolved, showing her actual age and mystical capabilities. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

But none of that mattered to the Category S Guards.

Their attention was fixed absolutely on the third-tier observation booth where Rey now sat in his true form—a sixteen-year-old with distinctive black-and-white hair, purple eyes marking him as a Cursed One, and a mystical signature that radiated Chaos Energy in patterns that matched their investigation’s intelligence.

Thane’s eyes widened in recognition. "The Desgarron slave. The one who was supposed to have died in the Coliseum."

Marcus pulled up archived images, comparing them to Rey’s revealed appearance.

"Perfect match. This is the Cursed Boy who fought in Duke Kahn’s arena. The half-breed who was owned by the Desgarron family."

Selene’s expression shifted to grim satisfaction.

"And a Cursed One—a half-breed who could have had connections to Aether forces. Everything aligns. This is our perpetrator."

The three Category S Guards moved with practiced coordination, their positions creating a triangular formation that surrounded Rey’s observation booth from different angles. Mystical energy gathered around them as they prepared binding Techniques and containment protocols.

Rey stood slowly, his mind still processing the catastrophic exposure.

Around the hall, chaos was erupting as attendees realized their own identities had been revealed to the Guards and to each other. But none of that registered as significant compared to his immediate situation.

’They know who I am,’ Rey thought, forcing himself to remain calm despite the disaster. ’The disguise that was supposed to protect me is completely gone.’

He considered his options rapidly.

Fighting was possible—he still had Scrolls, still had Artifacts, still possessed capabilities that exceeded most opponents. But three Category S Guards working together, in an enclosed space, already positioned to counter his movements?

The odds were terrible.

Fleeing was equally problematic. They’d sealed the building, positioned themselves to intercept any escape attempt, and they had the Divine Artifact that had already stripped away his disguises. Running would just trigger a chase he couldn’t win.

Which left negotiation or misdirection.

Rey raised his hands in a gesture of non-aggression, his teenage features adopting an expression of confused innocence.

"I don’t understand," he said, his voice carrying the uncertainty appropriate for someone genuinely bewildered. "Why are the Category S Guards targeting me? I’m just an attendee trying to—"

"Don’t insult our intelligence," Selene cut him off sharply.

"We know exactly who you are. The Desgarron slave who supposedly died in the Coliseum explosion. The perpetrator who destroyed the Desgarron Manor and the mastermind behind tonight’s distributed auction scheme. I’m quite surprised by your young age, but there’s no denying that it’s you."

Rey shifted tactics. "You have the wrong person. I survived the Coliseum, yes, but I had nothing to do with—"

"The evidence is overwhelming," Marcus interrupted. "Your presence in Elkrim under false identity. Your infiltration of the Red House. The Seed of Origin that was reserved for a Noble client whose messenger mysteriously disappeared. Your network of intermediaries selling Desgarron property through this auction."

Thane activated a binding Technique—Spirit Art, Construction Technique, Sequence #3: Unbreakable Fetters.

Mystical chains materialized around Rey, wrapping his limbs and torso with force that would have restrained even powerful practitioners. They locked into place with finality that suggested escape would require capabilities far beyond what a typical fighter possessed.

But the Category S Guards weren’t finished.

Selene activated another Technique—Null Art, Nullification Technique, Sequence #3: Complete Suppression, targeting Rey’s ability to activate Artifacts or use Scrolls.

Rey felt his connection to his equipment sever.

The Scrolls in his spatial storage became inaccessible.

The Artifacts he wore stopped responding to his will. Even his enhanced Ether Pool found itself constrained, unable to flow into external items.

Then Marcus created the final layer of containment—Spirit Art, Heavenly Technique, Sequence #2: Absolute Barrier, generating a dome of impenetrable force that separated Rey from the rest of the auction hall.

The barrier was transparent, allowing visual observation but preventing any mystical or physical interaction. Rey was completely isolated, contained within a sphere of divine-level protection that would resist anything short of concentrated artillery.

’They’re being thorough,’ Rey recognized. ’Physical bindings to prevent movement, mystical suppression to block Techniques and Artifacts, spatial isolation to eliminate outside interference. They’re not taking any chances.’

Selene approached the barrier carefully, maintaining a defensive posture despite Rey’s apparent helplessness.

"One more verification," she said, activating a different analysis Artifact. "Confirming this is the actual perpetrator and not another clone."

The Artifact scanned Rey thoroughly, examining his Soul structure, his mystical composition, and his fundamental existence.

After several seconds, it pulsed with confirmation.

"Genuine," Selene reported. "This is his true body, not a duplicate. The Soul structure is unified and original, not a fragmented copy."

Rey had been hoping they might mistake him for another clone, giving his real body time to escape or prepare countermeasures.

But apparently, they’d learned from their previous encounter with his duplicate.

Around them, the auction hall had descended into chaos.

Attendees were fleeing in panic, their revealed identities causing immediate concerns about exposure and prosecution. Nobles were desperate to leave before their illegal participation became public knowledge. Criminal operators were worried about being identified and targeted by Guards. Even the Houses’ representatives were evacuating, prioritizing escape over recovering their auction purchases.

The auctioneer had abandoned her post entirely, fleeing with the crowd.

Within minutes, the vast hall was empty except for Rey imprisoned in his barrier and the three Category S Guards standing watch.

The silence was profound after the earlier chaos—just a quiet hum and the occasional crackle of energy from the barrier maintaining Rey’s containment.

Selene walked slowly around the barrier, examining Rey from different angles, her expression carrying satisfaction mixed with professional wariness.

"You led us on quite a chase," she acknowledged. "Very sophisticated for someone so young."

Rey remained silent, still calculating whether any option remained that could salvage this disaster.

"But you made mistakes," Selene continued. "The Seed of Origin was your critical error. You couldn’t acquire it through normal methods, but you couldn’t resist the opportunity to claim such a valuable resource. So you manipulated the Red House, sabotaged the Nobles’ purchase, arranged for it to appear at auction where you could bid through intermediaries."

She stopped directly in front of him, meeting his eyes through the barrier.

"That desperation—that need for the Seed—revealed you."

Marcus approached from the other side, his expression less satisfied and more grimly determined.

"We’re going to have questions for you. You can cooperate and make this easier on yourself, or we can extract the information through less pleasant methods."

Rey stood within his prison, bound by unbreakable fetters, suppressed from using his equipment, isolated from any possible aid, surrounded by three of the realm’s most powerful guards.

Every contingency he’d prepared had been countered.

Every escape route had been sealed.

Selene’s expression shifted to something approaching respect as she delivered her final statement.

"Checkmate," she said quietly. "You played well, but we’ve won."