Extra's Revenge: Reincarnated As A Slave-Chapter 140: Total Loss

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Rey stood motionless within the barrier, his teenage form bound by mystical chains, his capabilities completely suppressed. The three Category S Guards maintained their positions around him, their professional wariness evident despite his apparent helplessness.

He’d calculated dozens of potential escape scenarios during the past few minutes—exploiting gaps in their coordination, using hidden Artifacts they might have missed, even attempting desperate gambits that would likely result in his death but might create opportunities for survival.

Every scenario ended in failure.

The Divine Artifact had stripped away too many of his advantages. T

he Category S Guards’ positioning was too perfect.

The containment they’d created was too comprehensive.

’I’ve lost,’ Rey acknowledged with cold clarity. ’This round, at least.’

He lowered his hands slowly, letting the tension drain from his posture in a gesture of surrender.

"You’re right," he said quietly. "I can’t escape this. You’ve won."

Selene studied him carefully, watching for any sign of deception or hidden preparation. When she detected nothing but genuine resignation, she nodded to her colleagues.

"Prepare the transport containment," she ordered.

Marcus withdrew a small crystalline cube from his equipment—no larger than his palm, but radiating mystical power that suggested capabilities far beyond its modest size.

He activated it with a pulse of Ether, and the cube began expanding, unfolding into a complex geometric structure that defied normal spatial dimensions.

"Dimensional Prison," Marcus explained, his tone carrying professional detachment. "A pocket reality completely isolated from baseline existence. Once sealed inside, you’ll be unable to affect the outside world, unable to communicate with anyone or anything, unable to escape through any conventional or unconventional means."

The crystalline structure continued growing, its internal space becoming visible—a small chamber barely large enough to contain a single person, its walls shimmering with the iridescent quality of stable pocket dimensions.

Thane maintained the binding Techniques while Marcus positioned the Dimensional Prison to intersect with the Absolute Barrier. The two mystical constructs merged seamlessly, creating a transfer corridor that would move Rey from one containment to the other without giving him any opportunity to act.

"Step forward," Selene commanded.

Rey complied, walking slowly through the corridor.

The mystical chains moved with him, ensuring he remained bound throughout the transfer. When he crossed the threshold into the Dimensional Prison, he felt reality itself shift—the familiar physics of normal space giving way to the artificial laws governing the pocket dimension.

The chamber was featureless except for a simple bench.

No windows, no doors, no visible means of exit.

The walls appeared solid but carried that strange dimensional quality, suggesting they existed in more than three spatial dimensions simultaneously.

Rey sat on the bench as the transfer completed. The corridor sealed behind him, and he felt the Dimensional Prison disconnect from the Absolute Barrier, becoming a self-contained reality with him trapped at its center.

Through the translucent walls, he could still see the auction hall—Selene, Marcus, and Thane standing guard around the cube that now imprisoned him. But when he tried to speak, no sound escaped the pocket dimension. When he attempted to activate his suppressed Artifacts, nothing responded.

It was complete isolation.

A perfect containment.

Marcus began shrinking the cube back to its portable size, the pocket dimension compressing while maintaining its internal space through dimensional manipulation. Within seconds, the prison was palm-sized again, with Rey trapped in a chamber that existed outside normal reality.

Selene secured the cube in a specially designed carrying case lined with additional wards. "We’ll transport him to our secure facility outside the city. Once there, we can begin proper interrogation and extract the information we need about the Desgarron incident and the Aether connections."

"Our business in Elkrim is complete," Thane observed. "The perpetrator is captured. We should depart before the situation deteriorates further."

Around them, the aftermath of the Mirror of True Names was creating escalating chaos throughout the Dark Commerce District. The exposed identities, the disrupted auction, the revealed illegal activities—all of it was generating consequences that would ripple through Elkrim’s criminal economy for months. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

But that was no longer the Category S Guards’ concern.

They’d achieved their primary objective.

The three investigators moved toward the exit with professional efficiency, Selene carrying the Dimensional Prison containing their captured prey.

Behind them, the auction hall stood empty and silent—a monument to the conclusion of their months-long hunt.

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The chaos engulfing the Dark Commerce District was unprecedented.

Attendees who’d fled the auction hall scattered throughout the Deep Market, their exposed identities creating immediate complications. Nobles were desperately trying to reach their estates before word of their illegal participation spread. Criminal operators were activating emergency protocols, assuming their organizations had been compromised. House representatives were attempting to coordinate responses while dealing with internal panic.

And amidst all this confusion, the auction’s purchased items remained unclaimed in the hall’s secure storage.

Hundreds of valuable Artifacts, rare materials, mystical resources—all of it still locked in the auction house’s vaults, waiting for buyers who had fled before completing their transactions.

It didn’t take long for opportunistic elements to recognize the opportunity.

Representatives from the Purple Orchid House were the first to return, their combat-oriented mindset making them comfortable with risk. They approached the auction hall’s storage facilities, intent on claiming items they’d purchased plus whatever else they could justify taking in the chaos.

But they weren’t alone.

White Tulip operatives arrived simultaneously, their information networks having identified the same opportunity. Independent operators who’d been selling through the auction converged on the scene, determined to recover their merchandise or claim compensation for disrupted sales.

Even the Blue Lotus and Yellow Lily Houses, despite their recent setbacks with the Special Investigators, sent representatives to secure whatever advantages they could salvage from the disaster.

The convergence was volatile from the start.

"Those items belong to the Purple Orchid," Kord declared, his massive form blocking access to one of the storage vaults. "We paid for them, we’re claiming them."

"Half of those purchases were made through our intermediaries," Iris of the White Tulip countered. "The ownership is unclear at best. In the absence of proper auction completion, the items revert to the sellers—many of whom we represent."

An independent operator pushed forward aggressively. "I had merchandise in that vault. I’m not leaving without it or payment for what I sold."

The argument escalated rapidly. Claims and counter-claims flew as different factions asserted their rights to various items. The legal ambiguity created by the auction’s disruption meant everyone had plausible arguments, and no one was willing to back down.

Someone threw the first punch—whether deliberately or accidentally was immediately irrelevant.

The fight erupted across the entire storage area.

Purple Orchid representatives deployed combat Artifacts and martial techniques, their military background making them formidable in close-quarters violence. White Tulip operatives used more subtle approaches—poisoned weapons, mystical techniques that disabled rather than killed, information warfare that turned allies against each other.

Independent operators fought with desperate ferocity, knowing they lacked the organizational resources to recover losses through other means. Blue Lotus and Yellow Lily forces engaged where they saw opportunities, trying to capitalize on the chaos to rebuild their diminished positions.

The violence spread through the auction hall and into the surrounding districts.

Mystical techniques detonated against defensive barriers. Artifacts discharged with destructive force. Hand-to-hand combat between skilled practitioners created localized devastation as the battle intensified.

Buildings suffered collateral damage.

Bystanders fled or were caught in crossfire. The Guards who normally maintained order in the Deep Market were overwhelmed by the scale and intensity of the conflict, unable to intervene effectively against so many powerful combatants.

The Dark Commerce District descended into warfare.