Extra's Revenge: Reincarnated As A Slave-Chapter 96: Dark Intent

"RAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Duke Kahn’s scream of rage and humiliation echoed across the ruined Coliseum. His barrier flickered as he channeled power through it, not for defense but for destruction.

BOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!

A single High Sequence Technique erupted from his position.

His Ether, unleashed without restraint or precision, simply lashing out at everything in range.

The already-devastated Coliseum took more damage. What few structures remained standing crumbled under the Duke’s fury.

But his rage didn’t stop there.

The destruction spread outward, beyond the Coliseum’s boundaries. Buildings in the surrounding blocks disintegrated under mystical assault. Streets cracked and buckled.

For miles in every direction, Duke Kahn’s uncontrolled power laid waste to everything.

He didn’t care about collateral damage.

Didn’t care about the additional thousands who would die from his rampage. The humiliation burned too hot, the loss too complete.

His Coliseum—destroyed.

His Champions—dead.

His audience—slaughtered.

His reputation—shattered.

All because one slave, one insignificant Cursed One, had been willing to die if it meant taking everything down with him.

"Haaa... haa..."

Duke Kahn floated above the ruins, his barrier barely holding against his own power, blood streaming from his new self-inflicted injuries, and roared his impotent fury at the uncaring dark purple sky.

******

Hundreds of miles away, in an abandoned section of the warehouse district, Rey opened his eyes.

He sat up slowly, checking his body for damage.

The injuries from the fight with Combat Construct Alpha were gone—healed through one of the last precious Elixirs he’d consumed before executing his plan.

In his hands, he held a cube about the size of his fist—a spatial storage Artifact, far more sophisticated than the belt he’d been using.

This one contained five percent of the Desgarron treasures he’d stolen.

Five percent of an unimaginable fortune was still an unimaginable fortune.

Rey had calculated the numbers carefully.

Ninety-five percent of what he’d taken had been used in the destruction—rigging the Coliseum, creating the massive explosive array, maintaining the deceptions and misdirections that had made his plan work.

It hurt, in a way.

All those Artifacts, all those Scrolls, all that accumulated Noble wealth—reduced to ash and rubble in pursuit of a single goal.

But it had been necessary.

’The Desgarron treasures could be tracked,’ Rey thought, examining the cube in his hands. ’Every Artifact bears the family’s imprint, every Scroll contains their Ether patterns. If I’d kept everything, the investigative officers would have ways to hunt me down.’

Rey had to find a way to take himself off the board and also make the treasures he stole disappear.

But how could he achieve this?

The Null Art Scrolls he possessed could erase those connections, break the mystical links that tied objects to their original owners.

But there had been too many items—hundreds of Artifacts, thousands of Scrolls. Erasing all those connections would have taken a long period, and he didn’t even have enough Null Scrolls for that effect..

’So I reduced the problem. Ninety-five percent destroyed, leaving only five percent to carefully cleanse. A manageable number that I can actually process without exhausting myself.’

Rey had done the calculations himself.

The Null Art Scrolls he had with him would be sufficient for the task, and he would have enough time to remove the traces before investigations truly began.

As for the five percent in his possession—carefully selected for maximum utility and value—they still represented wealth beyond most people’s wildest dreams.

Artifacts that easily could level several buildings and cause destruction to multiple zones.

High Sequence Technique Scrolls for all six Arts.

Elixirs that could enhance a person beyond human limits.

Raw materials worth fortunes.

And most importantly, the knowledge contained in the texts and documents he’d preserved.

Rey stood, testing his fully healed body.

The Elixir had worked perfectly, restoring him to peak condition. No injuries, no exhaustion, no trace of the brutal fights he’d endured.

The automatons were gone, destroyed in the blast along with everything else. Their connection to the Desgarron Family would have made them too dangerous to keep anyway—better to eliminate that liability along with the bulk of the treasures.

’A necessary sacrifice,’ Rey acknowledged. ’They served their purpose.’

He thought about Duke Kahn, probably still raging above the ruined Coliseum. The Duke would believe Rey was dead—the body he’d left behind, created through a combination of multiple Techniques and carefully placed remains, would be convincing enough once the mystical fires finished consuming it.

’I tested my limits against him,’ Rey thought with cold satisfaction. ’Learned what I could and couldn’t accomplish at my current level. The Duke is strong—far stronger than me right now. I would have died if I pointlessly continued.’

That knowledge was valuable.

Duke Kahn would have surely survived, and Rey didn’t stick around to see if he had been injured or not.

’I hope I was able to make him believe I’m dead.’ Rey heaved a sigh.

With this, he had severed his last connection to his previous life as Cursed Boy—a nameless slave.

Rey was officially deceased now

At least to everyone.

The vindictive slave, consumed in the catastrophic explosion he’d apparently triggered as a final act of spite.

No one would look for a dead man.

No one would connect the future Rey to the past Rey.

’Now I need a new identity. A fresh start. With the resources and knowledge I possess, it will be difficult integrating into normal society, but thankfully that isn’t my goal.’

Thankfully, he had gotten enough information from the Sunlit Order back then.

He knew his next step.

The criminal underworld beckoned—a place where someone with his capabilities and resources could thrive, where questions about one’s past were dangerous and rarely asked.

The black market specifically interested him.

Not as a customer, but as a participant.

Someone who could provide rare goods, who could broker deals that required discretion and capability in equal measure.

’I have treasures to sell, after all.’

Rey knew he would have to move carefully from this point on. In a way, the world of illegal commerce was far more dangerous than the Coliseum... especially for newcomers.

Many times, he would have to through intermediaries, never showing his full hand.

Since he had knowledge and many other things he could use as leverage, he was confident that he could experience some success in this field.

The Desgarron Family was one of the 24 Noble Households in the Land of Nether, and the documents in his possession contained secrets that certain parties would surely pay fortunes to learn.

’In the worst case, I still possess skills that can be sought after by those willing to pay.’

There were options.

Rey began walking away from the warehouse, his steps confident despite the destruction he’d left behind.

His mind was already planning—contacts to make, networks to infiltrate, resources to liquidate carefully to avoid suspicion.

The five percent of the Desgarron treasures he’d kept would need to be laundered through the black market.

He would make sure to obscure their origins as well.

Thankfully, he had ample currency too.

’Build slowly. Build carefully. Learn the underworld’s rules and hierarchies. Find the powerful players and determine which ones can be useful, which ones need to be avoided, which ones might eventually need to be eliminated.’

Rey smiled as he walked, his treasures secure in his spatial storage cube.

A part of him thought about someone.

It was only brief.

But Rey remembered her emerald eyes and snow white hair.

But Rey didn’t look back.

The past was ashes now.

The future waited, full of dark promise and careful opportunity.

Thus, he abandoned every thought of her and marched forward with a merciless expression filled with deep chaotic darkness.

’I’m only getting started.’

[A/N: One more Chapter until the first Arc is over. I certainly hope you have all enjoyed yourselves.]