Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 63: Fire And Chaos

Ren had a hard time sleeping that night. But when he finally did go to sleep, the next day arrived far too early.

He quickly gave the command for the caravan to remain at the inn as a day of rest. But that was just to give him and Thorn an excuse for the fact that they won’t be leaving Ren’s room for an extended period of time.

They’d planned to ride out before but this was the perfect cover. If they’re in a place where everybody thinks they are, no one would suspect they were elsewhere, setting a house in the capital on fire.

Lilith, however, had not left her room since their argument the night before.

Ren had considered knocking on her door, but he decided not to. She needed time, and he needed to focus on what he was about to do. When he was back, he’d take care of this issue.

In the dark of his room, he worked, his hands steady as he assembled exactly what he needed. An incendiary bomb.

If he was being honest, the idea was quite genius. He wanted to burn down the place in a way that couldn’t be stopped and had chosen a bomb. Since there was no gunpowder for an explosive bomb, and he had no idea how to create gunpowder, he went for the kind of bomb he did know how to build.

"Obscure facts from the internet." He muttered under his breath with a smile.

Animal fat. An empty wine barrel. Pitch. Rope soaked in oil.

He packed the barrel full of the flammable materials, making sure there was an even distribution of pitch within the layers. Then, carefully, he inserted a fuse made from oil-soaked rope.

What he wanted to make sure with the fuse was to make it burn long enough for him to teleport away without risk, but not long enough to be discovered before detonation.

Thorn leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched the process. "I didn’t know you were good at making things explode."

Ren smirked as he sealed the barrel tight. "Unfortunately, I’m not that good. This doesn’t really explode as well as an explosion bomb. This is just the distraction bomb. We need chaos, and this will give us plenty."

With the bomb secured, they teleported back to the courtesan house rooftop they’d used last night, to the coin Ren had left there.

The inner city manor was still filled with guards, patrolling in carefully coordinated shifts.

Doing this during the day was even more risky but with how sealed they were under their dark cloaks and masks, no one would be able to guess their identity.

Together, they laid on their bellies, watching until the pattern they’d been waiting for emerged. The brief gap in the patrols. It wasn’t big enough to do anything of note but it was big enough for what Ren had in mind.

He adjusted his grip on the barrel beside him, and pulled out one of his Bloodbound coins.

Thorn watched in anticipation. "How are you going to do it?"

Ren smiled in response. "Ever see a coin bounce off five walls before going through a window?"

Thorn chuckled. "This, I have to see."

Ren took a deep breath, focusing. Timing was everything.

When the gap emerged, he threw the coin, angling it just right. It struck the first wall, ricocheted off the second, bounced against a slanted rooftop, clipped a wooden beam, and—

Clink! The coin slipped through the open window of the manor.

"It’s in!" Thorn laughed. "You did it!"

"Of course, I did it." Ren grinned. "Now, for the fun part."

He lit the fuse of the barrel, watching as the flame licked at the oil-soaked rope. The moment it started burning down, he tapped Thorn on the shoulder. "From this moment on, get ready to move."

Together, they watched the fuse burn lower and lower. Then, at the last possible second, just before the flame reached the barrel, Ren teleported to the coin inside the manor.

The moment his boots hit the ground, he didn’t waste a second. He dropped the bomb, picked up his coin and teleported out

A heartbeat later—

BOOM!

The explosion shook that part of the house. The walls in the room of the explosion trembled, and a fire burst from the windows, sending flames and splinters in every direction.

The guards began shouting, everyone moving as bells began ringing around the house.

It was safe to say that panic had consumed the compound.

Smoke billowed into the sky as the fire spread, acting as a beacon of disaster visible across the city.

Ren grabbed Thorn and they disappeared, slipping into the chaos.

Some of the guards immediately tried to put out the flames, dousing them with buckets of water. But instead of dying, the fire spread.

The pitch that Ren had added made sure that any attempt to extinguish it with water only caused it to grow.

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The fire climbed the walls, devouring everything in its path.

The remaining guards scrambled to secure everything important in the manor, and in the middle of the chaos, Ren spotted him.

The third Swordsman. A man with a heavily scarred face, already wearing his Bloodbound reinforced armor, barking orders to the remaining guards.

Ren locked eyes with Thorn. "That’s our target."

They moved like ghosts through the smoke until they were close enough to act.

Thorn surged forward and the man reacted instantly, moving to doge from the blow he could sense coming. He drew his sword and deflected Thorn’s attack to the side with a growl.

"You idiots! You think fire is enough to kill me?" He growled, lunging forward. "You don’t know who you’re dealing with!"

Ren teleported behind him, aiming for the kill, but the man sensed it. He spun at the last second, blocking Ren’s dagger with his armored gauntlet.

"I felt you coming." He sneered. "You’re not the only one who knows how to fight."

Ren said nothing in response. The guards he’d sent away should’ve already heard the sounds of battle. They would soon be there.

He signalled to Thorn, indicating a strategy they always used in the border. Thorn nodded and Ren surged forward.

Tossing a coin to the floor, he teleported to the side, attacking from the side as Thorn attacked from the other.

The Swordsman turned, so that each hand could reach for each opponent with a laugh.

Ren swung as hard as he could and at the last second, just when the Swordsman was about to defend against him, he teleported to the coin that was always on thorn and drove his dagger into the man’s throat.

The man choked, eyes widening in shock as Ren twisted the knife. He jerked once, his body shuddering, before collapsing to his knees, dead.

There was no way to extract information and there was no gold to be stolen with all that was going on.

So, with the compound in flames and chaos being the order of the day, they teleported out, leaving the fortress to burn.

The third Swordsman was dead.

And Fuchsia was running out of people to hide behind.