Extra's Revenge: Reincarnated As A Slave-Chapter 87: Purge

WHOOSH!!

Rey moved through the manor’s depths like a specter. The automatons spread out, their sensors tracking heat signatures and movement.

Wherever they found Order members, death followed.

Some died to the automatons’ energy weapons, cut down before they understood what was happening. Others lived long enough to see Rey emerge from shadows, his presence a promise of oblivion.

None of them could do anything to resist.

They could only flee.

A group of four had gathered in the manor’s kitchen, sorting through stolen silverware and jeweled plates. Rey entered through the doorway, and they looked up with smiles—surely their allies had come with news of the Deep Vault’s complete plunder.

The smiles died when they saw his eyes.

"Wait—" one began.

Rey didn’t wait.

His hands moved with brutal efficiency. Necks snapped. Skulls caved in. Chaos Energy corroded flesh wherever he touched.

Two died in the first five seconds. The remaining two tried to run.

An automaton’s energy blast took one in the back, vaporizing the torso.

Rey caught the last one at the doorway, his hand wrapping around the woman’s ankle. He dragged her back, ignoring her screams, and ended her with the same cold efficiency he’d shown the others.

In the main entrance hall, a larger group had gathered—five Sunlit Order members coordinating the loading of treasures onto wagons they’d prepared for escape. They worked with the satisfaction of people who believed they’d won, who thought the night’s work was nearly done.

Rey emerged from the shadows at one end of the hall. The two automatons appeared at the other end.

They were trapped.

"What—" the group’s leader started to ask.

Then he saw the blood on Rey’s hands, the bodies of his comrades visible in the corridor behind.

"Defensive formation!" the leader shouted. "He’s turned on—"

The automatons opened fire.

Energy blasts cut through the group from behind, killing three before they could react.

The survivors scattered, trying to find cover among the piled treasures.

Rey walked forward, unhurried.

One man tried a desperate attack, launching a Curse Art technique designed to drain life force. Rey absorbed it, the energy dissipating harmlessly against his Undead nature.

The man immediately suffered backlash for his actions, as though the world decided to punish him for fighting back. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

How unfair!

He was only trying to protect himself.

But it didn’t matter.

He died rather gruesomely, screaming in great pain as his body met the same fate as Logan.

He grabbed the man’s limp arm and twisted.

The limb tore free at the shoulder, and Rey used it as a club to beat another Order member to death before dropping it.

The leader tried to coordinate a response, but his people were panicking. They had just seen their comrade die from backlash. The contract was preventing them from mounting an effective offense while Rey remained unbound.

"W-wait! We can reach an understanding!" the leader screamed at Rey. "You can have everything! I give up! I can—"

Rey’s hand found the man’s chest.

Pushed through.

Withdrew holding the man’s still-beating heart.

The leader looked down at the void in his chest, then at Rey, then collapsed.

The remaining Order member broke and ran.

The automatons pursued with mechanical precision, their targeting systems optimized for fleeing targets. Energy blasts found back, legs, skull.

That body dropped in the corridor, before rolling on the staircase.

Rey hunted all the stragglers, his senses tracking heartbeats and panicked breathing through walls.

No one reached the manor’s exits.

No one escaped into the night.

The methodical slaughter continued for thirty minutes.

When it ended, the Desgarron Manor held only corpses and the silent automatons.

Rey stood in the grand entrance hall, surrounded by the spoils of the night’s work.

The treasures the Sunlit Order had painstakingly gathered, sorted, and prepared for transport now sat abandoned, their would-be thieves dead around them.

’Efficient,’ Rey thought, examining his blood-soaked hands without emotion. ’They did most of the work already, which leaves nothing left to gather.’

All he had to do was eliminate liability.

Now, it was over.

’This is a lot...’ He surveyed the hall, doing mental calculations.

The haul was enormous—both treasuries combined, plus whatever the Order members had gathered from the manor’s various rooms.

Artifacts, scrolls, wealth in a dozen forms, all neatly organized and ready for transport.

’I couldn’t have done this alone. Not in one night. They were more useful than I expected in the end.’

The automatons stood at attention, awaiting orders.

"Status report," Rey commanded. "Full casualty count."

"ALL FOREIGN AND REGISTERED LIFE FORMS PREVIOUSLY DETECTED HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED. ZERO SURVIVORS DETECTED WITHIN MANOR GROUNDS. MISSION PARAMETERS FULFILLED."

’All, huh?’

The entire organization, destroyed in a single night.

’The Sunlit Order is finished. Their Aether benefactor will likely be pissed, which means I have to cover my tracks from the Nethers but also from this mysterious person as well.’’

Rey approached one of the treasure-laden wagons, examining its contents.

Wealth beyond measure, all his now.

But even as satisfaction settled over him, Rey felt something else.

Wrong.

His body felt wrong.

The Chaos Energy that had granted him such power, that had corroded the contracts and allowed him freedom—it was spreading.

Consuming him.

Not just the bindings placed on him, but something deeper.

His Soul.

Rey’s enhanced perception turned inward, examining his own existence with clinical precision. What he found made even his cold heart skip a beat.

’The speed has increased drastically because of the events of this night.’ The Chaos Energy was already attacking his Soul.

’I have a few hours, maybe this entire night, before it reaches a critical stage.’

No, that was too generous.

If he used Chaos Art for one more time, that time would be halved, and if he exerted himself some more, the time would shorten once more.

Realistically, if he wanted to escape with all of this treasure, he wouldn’t get very far before time fully ran out.

’Damnit...’ Rey gritted his teeth in deep frustration.

He’d been Soulless for days now.

Normally, he would have a month at the very least. But tonight’s exertions—the constant use of Chaos-based abilities, the corruption of multiple Curse Art bindings, and the increase in the Chaos within his body—had pushed the integration forward.

Soon, the Chaos Energy would consume what little remained of his original essence.

’When that happens, I will cease to be Rey.’

He would become something else.

Something mindless, driven purely by Chaos instinct. A true Undead, devoid of will or purpose beyond destruction.

All his planning, all his carefully constructed schemes, would mean nothing if he lost himself to the corruption.

’I need to reverse the Undead state. Now. Immediately.’

There was no time left.