I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 210

I was just about to grab my things and leave when suddenly, I heard my name—or rather, a chorus of voices calling out to me.

Before I could make a break for it, Christian and Rex swiftly stepped forward, blocking the door with determined expressions. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Please! You’ve got to help us! I don’t know the answer to this!" Rex pleaded, almost shoving his notebook into my face.

"I have something to do—" I started to say, trying to brush past them, but they were persistent. They gradually cornered me, making it clear I had no choice but to sit down with them.

With no other choice, I sighed and sat down. "Okay! Fine! Give me your notes!"

Christian was about to hand me his notes, but Rex shoved him aside with a playful nudge. "Hey!" Christian complained, looking annoyed.

"I still have somewhere else to go!" Rex insisted, but before he could hand me his notes, Whitney had already stepped forward, handing me her notes.

I quickly reviewed Whitney’s questions, adding my own notes and clarifications.

"Next," I said, ready to help the next one.

Before Christian and Rex could present their notes, Cypher was already seated next to me. "Can you help me with these?" he asked, handing over his notes.

"Sure," I replied, quickly browsing through his notes. I answered his queries to the best of my ability, but I noticed he kept staring at me.

"Cypher, focus," I said softly, still jotting down notes on his papers.

"But I’m listening," he protested, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

I chose to ignore his gaze, concentrating on highlighting the key concepts.

"Next," I said, looking at Cypher so he could leave.

"Oh, thanks!" Cypher said, flashing me a grateful smile before getting up and heading out.

"Finally, my turn!" Christian and Rex exclaimed simultaneously, but before they could approach, Ezekiel pushed past them.

"I only have one tiny problem," Ezekiel said, his tone casual.

"Let me see," I responded, scanning his notes. I quickly solved the problem and handed his notebook back.

Rex and Christian couldn’t argue when Edge approached me next. I raised an eyebrow—he’s smart, just like Cypher and Ezekiel, so why did these three need my help?

When he handed me his notebook, I nearly dropped my jaw. The question written on it was: "How do you not find me attractive?"

I looked at him, surprised, wondering if he was joking. But judging by his serious expression, he was completely serious.

I paused for a moment, pondering how to respond, then quickly jotted down a reply on his note before returning it to him.

"Study session is over, bye!" I declared, practically sprinting toward the exit, feeling a flicker of fear that Edge might throw fireballs at me once he read what I had written.

"Wait!" Christian and Rex wailed, their voices echoing behind me.

"But it was my turn next..." Angela said from behind Edge, her voice barely a whisper.

Edge glanced at her note, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. As he read it, his face contorted with anger—almost as if he was about to burn his entire notebook: Same reason as to why Angela doesn’t find you attractive.

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Luama Island, Athelyn

I hurried to Luama Island, pressed for time. The urgency of my schedule left no room for delay. I summoned Macaron and Glacier here, aiming to train the both of them.

Glacier stood beside me as Macaron vanished into the distance, disappearing with a swift flicker as he began his hunt.

Glacier and I searched the surrounding area for signs of monsters, our senses sharp and alert. After a few moments, we finally spotted one—a towering orc marked by a single horn jutting from his forehead, silhouetted against the dense forest backdrop.

"Okay, Glacier, try hunting that orc by yourself," I muttered, watching him closely.

In an instant, Glacier shifted into serious mode. His muscles coiled beneath his sleek fur as he crouched low, stalking the orc with silent precision. His instincts kicked in, blending seamlessly with the environment, making him nearly invisible in the shadows.

With a sudden burst of speed, Glacier launched himself toward the orc, claws extended and teeth bared. The orc, caught off guard, barely had time to react before Glacier pounced, aiming for a swift, decisive attack.

The clash was fierce but swift. Glacier’s agility allowed him to dodge the orc’s retaliatory strikes, landing precise bites and scratches. The orc roared in frustration and pain, but Glacier maintained his focus, seizing the opportunity to overpower his opponent.

After a tense moment, the orc collapsed, defeated. Glacier stood over his fallen foe, chest heaving, eyes glowing with the thrill of the hunt.

I watched with pride, knowing this training would only sharpen Glacier’s skills further. "Good job," I muttered, approaching him. "It seems that you don’t need to be trained anymore."

Glacier growled in agreement, a low, satisfied rumble echoing from deep within him.

"Go have some fun and make sure to collect and pile the bodies here, okay?" I said, watching as Glacier rubbed his body against me affectionately before sprinting off into the underbrush, eager to continue his hunt.

Once Glacier was out of sight, I sent a message to Stephen to come and collect the monster bodies after an hour.

{How many monsters did you hunt again this time, boss?} Stephen’s message popped up on my screen.

"Just bring in the size of a dump truck," I replied casually.

{The size of a dump truck?! Seriously, did you go on a killing spree?!} Stephen texted back, his surprise evident even through the screen.

"I’m not hunting right now," I replied, smirking as I imagined Stephen’s reaction. "You’ll see once you get here."

{I’m coming right now,} Stephen replied, clearly excited to see what’s going on.

"Come here after an hour; at this time, they must have not finished hunting yet," I texted, knowing that Glacier and Macaron would be busy gathering the spoils of his successful hunt.

With the plan set, I took a moment to enjoy the tranquility of Luama Island. The sounds of nature surrounded me as I perched high up on the tree.

A year had passed since I came here, and with only two weeks left before the start of the new year, I felt a growing sense of urgency. I still hadn’t completed the second task I had set in saving the main characters.

I glanced at my messages, checking for any updates from Kairos. His last message was from a week ago, but I still hadn’t received any missions. Anxiety gnawed at me; the Rakshesha’s curse could awaken at any moment, and I needed to finish his life.

"Hey boss, don’t you have any more missions for me to take care of?" I texted Kairos, hoping for a quick response.

I waited for thirty minutes, but there was no reply. I continued to wait, my mind racing with possibilities, until my smartwatch beeped. I quickly looked at it, expecting to see a message from Kairos, but to my disappointment, it was from Stephen.

{We’re here at the entrance now,} Stephen’s message read.

I exhaled, relieved but still eager. "Wait for me there," I replied, then jumped down from the tree and made my way back to the entrance.

After a short walk, I reached the entrance and spotted the large dump truck parked nearby. Even the other agents resting against their vehicles had their jaws dropped, whispering among themselves as they took in the sight.

"Did they hunt that many?" one agent murmured.

"What’s with that truck?" another asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Are there any groups that entered?" a third wondered aloud.

"Pfft! Maybe they’re just showing off; they must have only hunted one or three monsters," someone scoffed.

I waved my hand towards Stephen, who was standing in front of the dump truck. "Stephen!"

Stephen looked up at my call, about to yell "boss," but upon seeing my stern glare, he gulped and quickly corrected himself. "Remillia!" he said, clearly caught off guard.

"Let’s go?" I suggested, motioning for him to follow.

The other agents sized me up and, almost in unison, burst into laughter as if Stephen was wasting his resources on a girl like me. I could feel their mocking gazes, but I chose to ignore them. Instead, I guided Stephen toward another vehicle—one designated for transporting monsters deep inside the island.

When we arrived, Stephen was the first to approach the towering pile of monsters, their lifeless bodies stacked neatly.

"What do you think?" I asked, voice tinged with pride.

Stephen nodded slowly, still wide-eyed. "I can’t believe you actually hunted this many. Are you sure you didn’t summon a horde?"

I chuckled softly. "Remember the time I asked you to make me a tundra sanctuary?"

"Yeah...and?" Stephen said, still trying to process the situation.

"That sanctuary was supposed to be for my pet, but it turns out he hates it, so he’s staying at my place for now," I explained, a hint of amusement in my voice.

"And where is this pet of yours?" Stephen asked, glancing around nervously.

"Right behind you," I said, unable to suppress a grin.

"W-What?" Stephen turned to stone as he heard a low growl emanating from behind him. "Boss... Are you planning to... kill me?"