Extra's Revenge: Reincarnated As A Slave-Chapter 141: Duped

Lady Z arrived at the auction hall with a contingent of Red House guards, her expression carrying fury at the deteriorating situation.

She surveyed the battlefield with professional assessment—dozens of combatants engaged in violence that was destroying valuable infrastructure and creating exactly the kind of attention the Dark Commerce District could least afford.

"ENOUGH!" she roared, her voice magically amplified to overcome the sounds of combat.

The sheer authority in her tone—backed by her position as leader of one of the major Houses—cut through the chaos.

Fighting didn’t cease immediately, but it faltered as combatants registered her presence.

Lady Z stepped into the center of the conflict zone, her guards maintaining defensive positions but not engaging. She looked at each faction’s representatives in turn, her gaze carrying contempt for their behavior.

"Look at yourselves," she said with disgust. "Fighting like rabid animals over scraps while the real threat walks away unchallenged. The Category S Guards just exposed our entire operation, captured a major player, and left us scrambling in the ruins. And what do we do? We turn on each other like fools."

She gestured at the damaged auction hall and surrounding destruction.

"We are supposed to be the rulers of the Dark Commerce District. We maintain order, establish protocols, create the infrastructure that allows our economy to function. This?" She indicated the ongoing violence. "This is beneath us. This is what happens when organizations fall apart."

Kord lowered his weapon slowly, his combat instincts warring with recognition of her point.

"The items have value. We can’t just—"

"The items can be secured and distributed properly once we’ve restored basic order," Lady Z interrupted. "First priority is stopping this destruction before we attract more Guard attention. Second priority is assessing what we actually have to distribute. Third priority is negotiating fair division based on legitimate claims."

Iris nodded reluctantly. "A rational approach. Better than this chaos."

The other faction representatives gradually signaled agreement. The fighting ceased as combatants disengaged, though tensions remained high and hands stayed close to weapons.

Lady Z organized the situation with practiced efficiency.

Representatives from each House would jointly secure the auction hall’s storage facilities, inventory the remaining items, and establish a claims process for legitimate purchasers and sellers.

It took an hour to calm the violence completely and another hour to organize the inventory teams. But eventually, the major Houses’ representatives stood together in the auction hall’s main vault, ready to assess what resources remained.

The vault door was opened with appropriate ceremony—multiple mystical locks disengaged, security wards deactivated, physical barriers removed.

The representatives entered the storage chamber...

... And found it completely empty.

Not a single item remained.

Every Artifact, every rare material, every mystical resource that should have been stored there—gone. The vault contained only bare shelves and the faint mystical residue suggesting large-scale teleportation had occurred recently.

Shocked silence filled the chamber.

"Check the other vaults," Lady Z ordered, her voice tight with controlled panic.

They checked.

Three additional storage chambers, two secure holding areas, and even the auctioneer’s private repository.

All empty.

Everything was gone.

"How?" Iris whispered, her analytical mind struggling to process the scale of the theft. "The security wards were still active. The mystical locks showed no signs of forced entry. It’s like someone just... removed everything without triggering a single alarm."

Kord’s expression darkened with understanding. "Someone with inside access. Someone who knew the security protocols and had the mystical capabilities to bypass them without leaving traces."

Lady Z felt ice settle in her stomach as realization struck.

—Rey.

Modred Helt.

The Desgarron perpetrator.

The one who’d manipulated her, blackmailed her, used the Red House as his cover while conducting operations throughout Elkrim.

He’d been captured by the Category S Guards—she’d heard reports of the dramatic arrest at the auction. But before his capture, or perhaps even during the chaos that followed, he’d somehow stolen everything.

Every single item from the auction.

Thousands of pieces, worth hundreds of millions of Nether currency.

Resources that multiple Houses had invested in, merchandise that independent operators depended on for survival, materials that represented years of accumulated wealth.

All of it was gone.

Taken by the one person who couldn’t be questioned, who couldn’t be threatened, who couldn’t be negotiated with, because he was currently imprisoned in a Dimensional Prison.

Right now, he was being transported to a Category S Guard facility.

"YOU...!" Lady Z screamed, her fury and despair echoing through the empty vault. "You bastard! You took everything! Everything!"

The other representatives were coming to similar conclusions, their expressions shifting from confusion to horrified understanding.

"The one those Special Investigators captured," one of them said. "I overheard their conversation. Apparently, he orchestrated all of this."

"But how?" another demanded. "Even if he was behind some hidden moves, he was captured! We saw the Category S Guards take him away! How could he steal everything while imprisoned?"

Lady Z’s mind raced through possibilities.

Automated systems triggered before his capture? Hidden accomplices executing his final orders? Some mystical technique they didn’t understand?

It didn’t matter how. What mattered was the result.

The Dark Commerce District’s Houses had just lost everything. The auction that was supposed to redistribute the Golden Sunflower and Fanged Serpent resources had instead resulted in total loss for everyone involved.

Purchased items were never delivered.

Sold merchandise never paid for.

Invested capital was completely wasted. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Needless to day, the credibility of the Dark Commerce District was now in shambles.

The economic damage was astronomical. Some of the smaller independent operators would be bankrupted entirely. Even the major Houses would suffer severe financial strain from such concentrated losses.

"We need those items back," Iris stated with cold certainty. "Without them, the White Tulip faces catastrophic losses. Our clients will demand compensation we can’t provide. Our operations will be compromised for years."

"The Purple Orchid is in the same position," Kord agreed grimly. "We invested everything in those purchases. Without recovery, we’re crippled."

Lady Z forced herself to think past the rage and focus on solutions.

"That man is imprisoned by the Category S Guards," she said slowly. "They have him in custody, which means they can force him to reveal what he did with the items. If we approach them, explain the situation, request their assistance in recovering stolen property..."

"They’re investigators, not recovery specialists," someone objected. "Why would they help us?"

"Because this is documented theft of astronomical value," Lady Z countered. "And because his cooperation in returning the items might be something they can leverage for their interrogation. They want information, he wants... whatever he wants. The items become a negotiating tool."

It was a slim hope, but it was the only option that offered any realistic chance of recovery.

"The Category S Guards left immediately after capturing him," Thane reported, having received intelligence from observers. "They’re transporting him out of Elkrim now, probably heading to their secure facility. If we want to intercept them, request their assistance, we need to move fast."

Lady Z made her decision.

"Mobilize everyone. Track the Category S Guards’ route. We approach them formally, explain the theft, and request their cooperation in recovering the stolen property. It’s our only chance."

The representatives scattered, activating their organizations’ resources to locate and intercept the departing investigators.

Time was critical.

If the Category S Guards left Elkrim’s jurisdiction before being contacted, tracking them would become exponentially more difficult. And without their cooperation, recovering the stolen auction items would be virtually impossible.

Lady Z stood in the empty vault, staring at the bare shelves that represented the Dark Commerce District’s total economic collapse.

"Modred Helt, or whatever your real name is," she whispered with bitter hatred. "Even when you lost, you managed to bring us down with you."

But she couldn’t afford to dwell on recriminations now.

The race to intercept the Category S Guards was the most important thing now.