Extra's Revenge: Reincarnated As A Slave-Chapter 90: City In Flames

"Now then... shall we begin?"

Rey withdrew the master activation scroll—a simple trigger Technique he’d prepared specifically for this purpose. One activation would set off a chain reaction, igniting every placed scroll and Ether Stone simultaneously.

He held the scroll for a moment, looking back at the manor one last time.

’The Desgarron Household. It was quite an experience...’

He activated the scroll.

Nothing happened immediately. The Technique needed time to propagate through the manor, reaching each individual trigger point.

Rey urged the Dimensional Transport forward. It rolled smoothly through the manor’s front entrance and onto the grounds, heading toward the outer walls.

Behind him, the first explosions began.

BOOOOOM!

A wing of the manor erupted in flames as dozens of Fire Art scrolls activated simultaneously. The fire wasn’t natural—it burned purple and gold, fed by multiple different Technique types all igniting at once.

BOOOOOM! BOOOOOM!

More explosions followed, a cascading chain reaction racing through the building. Each detonation triggered others nearby, the Ether Stones feeding power into scrolls that released their stored Techniques.

The Null Art disruptions activated, and reality itself seemed to scream.

The magical interference created visible distortions in the air—patches where space twisted, where colors inverted, where the fundamental laws of nature briefly negotiated with Null Art’s absolute negation.

Fire met Null Art met other Spirit Art manifestations met other Techniques, all of which were at least Mid Sequence.

The combination created chaos on a scale Rey had barely imagined.

The entire central structure of the manor collapsed inward, consumed by flames that burned in colors that shouldn’t exist. The magical signature was so scrambled, so utterly chaotic, that even Rey couldn’t distinguish individual components anymore.

’Perfect.’

The Undead began to move.

Through every door, every window, every breach in the walls—corpses poured out of the burning manor. They scattered in all directions, attacking with single-minded purpose.

Rey heard screams as his Undead army encountered their first victims—late-night travelers, neighboring estate guards, anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby. The Undead showed no mercy, no hesitation.

They simply killed, moving from target to target with mechanical efficiency.

The Dimensional Transport reached the outer wall. Rey had positioned Undead here earlier—they’d already breached the gate, leaving it open for his escape.

He passed through without slowing.

Behind him, the chaos intensified. More screams bellowed. Alarm bells beginning to ring as the neighboring estates recognized the emergency.

The sky above the Desgarron Manor glowed with unnatural fire, visible for miles.

Rey guided the Transport down the main road, moving quickly but not suspiciously so. Just another vehicle fleeing the disaster, one among what would soon be many.

The first backup forces passed him heading the opposite direction—Desgarron auxiliary troops stationed in nearby facilities, summoned by emergency protocols activated when the manor’s wards failed.

They didn’t spare him a glance, focused entirely on reaching their burning headquarters.

’Too late...’ Rey grinned internally. ’Hours too late.’

He had to commend the Sunlit Order for the amount of effort they put into this plan. It was too bad for them that he ended up reaping all the benefits.

More forces appeared as Rey put distance between himself and the manor. Category C Guards—the local law enforcement, armored and armed but clearly unprepared for this scale of disaster.

They rushed past in formations, their faces grim.

Rey allowed himself a small smile.

The chaos was spreading exactly as planned. His Undead were attacking indiscriminately, creating the impression of some kind of coordinated assault on the entire district. The authorities would assume terrorists, insurgents, perhaps even another Noble House making a move.

There were even speculations that it could be the Aethers.

They wouldn’t think to look for a single person with a transport full of stolen treasures.

A mile from the manor, Rey glanced back one final time.

The entire estate was an inferno now, flames reaching hundreds of feet into the night sky. The magical disruption was so severe he could see it even from this distance—reality itself seemed to ripple and distort around the destruction.

Category C Guards were engaging his Undead army in the streets.

The corpses fought poorly since they didn’t have the skills they’d possessed in life and also lacked a present commander to guide them.

Although they had great numbers and had lethal corrupt energy, they were still outnumbered and would eventually fall.

That was fine.

They only needed to maintain the chaos long enough for Rey to escape completely.

More backup forces appeared—these looked more serious. Heavy armor, coordinated formations, powerful Artifacts clearly visible.

Probably Category B Guards or even specialized Noble House troops from neighboring estates.

They rushed toward the disaster, never suspecting that their target was already past them, moving steadily away in an unremarkable transport vehicle.

Rey checked his distance.

Several miles now. Far enough that the chaos wouldn’t touch him, but close enough to still hear the explosions and screams.

He turned the Dimensional Transport down a side road, beginning the process of navigating away from this district entirely. His route was planned—he would take back roads and lesser-used paths, avoiding major checkpoints until he was far from the city center.

The sounds of chaos began to fade behind him.

Rey settled into the driver’s seat, one hand on the Transport’s controls, his mind already moving to the next phase.

He had survived the night. More than survived—he had thrived.

The Desgarron Family was destroyed, reduced to ash and chaos. The Sunlit Order was eliminated, their bodies now creating the perfect cover story for his escape. And he possessed wealth and power beyond anything he’d imagined when this began.

The automatons sat silently in the Transport’s vast interior, surrounded by treasures.

’It’s possible that they will be tracked due to their connection with the Desgarron Family, but I still need them for one final task before they are discarded.’ A wild smirk formed on his face as he set his mind on yet another dangerous gamble.

—The Coliseum!

’I’ve taken down the Desgarron Family, so it’s only right I finish what I started. Duke Kahn, you wanted me dead because I was a threat to your gains, right? Well... you’re going to regret making that deal with Augustus because I am coming for you next!’

Rey’s laughter filled the transport vehicle.

A sharp contrast to the agonizing scream of the hellish landscape he created in the city.