I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 267

He closed his eyes, waiting for the impact. But instead of slapping him, I reached out and pinched both of his cheeks.

His eyes shot open, startled, before he glared at me. I couldn’t help it — laughter burst out of me. "Why do you always take things so seriously? I told you it’s fine."

He caught my hands and gently pushed them away, clearing his throat as he looked to the side. "I take things seriously to ensure there are no slip-ups."

That tone was all discipline and composure, but I didn’t notice the faint blush coloring the tips of his ears.

"Anyways, are you ready?" Kairos asked, his tone returning to its usual composed calm.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Good." He rose smoothly to his feet, dusting off his coat. "Follow me. Magellan’s already waiting for us."

I followed him through the dim forest trail, the faint sunlight flickering through the canopy. Eventually, I spotted Magellan leaning lazily against a tree, waving as soon as he saw me.

"Took you long enough," Magellan said with a grin. Before I could respond, the familiar tug of his Gift activated—and in an instant, the world around me warped and shifted.

When the dizziness subsided, I found myself standing at the mouth of a cave. A stale, cold breeze swept out, carrying with it the faint scent of damp stone.

"Where are we?" I asked, scanning the area. This definitely wasn’t the cave in Aeonia.

"This," Kairos said, stepping forward, "is our hideout in Eldoria."

So this was it—their new base of operations.

"Wow..." I muttered, more out of surprise than admiration. "No one would even think this is a hideout."

"Exactly," Kairos said, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "No one can find this place. And there’s even nothing here."

He probably meant it as a point of pride, but I wasn’t impressed.

Even though this cave was technically a hideout, it was... disgusting. Bats clung to the ceiling, twitching their wings. Large insects crawled through cracks in the walls. The ground was slick and uneven, littered with puddles that glistened under the faint light. It was hard to stand properly without slipping on some moss or tripping over a sharp rock.

"This place is..." I frowned, stepping carefully over a puddle. "...definitely something."

Magellan snorted. "You’ll get used to it."

"Yeah," I muttered. "Or I’ll die trying."

"I always sleep here," Kairos said, his voice calm as if the damp, bug-infested cave was the coziest place in the world.

"You what?" I asked, blinking in surprise, my mind racing to catch up. "Didn’t you have a whole island to yourself? Why don’t you sleep there instead?"

"I rarely sleep," he replied, his tone even. "And I only go there to feed Levia."

"I see," I murmured, nodding as the pieces clicked into place.

I’d almost forgotten the details I’d wrote into his character—that Kairos believed sleep made him vulnerable, a moment of unguarded weakness he refused to indulge in for even a second. But Levia? I didn’t write anything like that. "Levia? Who’s that?"

"A pet of mine," he said simply, offering no further elaboration.

A pet? I’d been to his island before—there was no sign of any pet. My imagination started running wild, picturing what kind of monster or beast someone like Kairos would even call a pet. Maybe a massive serpent? A hellhound? A dragon?

But before I could even ask, something long and shiny dropped from the ceiling. It landed right in front of me—a centipede-looking monster the size of my arm—and immediately started crawling up my leg.

A wave of goosebumps ran all over my body.

"G-GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" I shrieked, hopping in place before instinctively throwing myself at Kairos.

Without hesitation, Kairos caught me, one arm around my waist as his black, shadowy tentacles emerged from behind him. They swiftly plucked the creature off my leg and squelched it against the rocky wall.

I clung to him, trembling, still half-panicked. "D-Do you have any idea how disgusting that was!?"

He looked down at me, unfazed, though his brows twitched ever so slightly. "You overreacted. It was harmless."

"Harmless? It had a hundred legs!" I retorted, still gripping his coat.

Kairos tilted his head, a faint smile playing at his lips. "You fear the small things," he observed, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "Yet you effortlessly kill monsters more larger than you."

I looked up at him—his calm face, the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth—and realized I was still clinging to him like a terrified child. My cheeks heated instantly, and I stepped back, brushing imaginary dust off my clothes. "I–If you give me permission," I said quickly, trying to change the subject, "I’ll renovate this place."

He blinked once. "Renovate?"

"Yeah," I said, glancing around again at the damp walls and uneven floor. "I just want to make it look at least... livable. Somewhere you can actually sleep without worrying about bats dropping on your face."

Kairos tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "I don’t mind," he said slowly. "But how? You know outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering this place."

"Don’t worry about that," I said, placing a hand on my hip. "I’ll do everything myself."

Before he could respond, the faint echoes of footsteps reverberated through the cave. The sound grew louder as I turned my head when a group of nine figures emerged from the darkness.

The air instantly shifted, thick with tension and unspoken authority.

"Remillia," Kairos called softly, his gaze never leaving the group.

"Yes?" I looked up at him.

"I told you before I’d explain about the Talon Mercenary, didn’t I?"

"Yeah," I said cautiously.

He looked at me then—calm, but there was a warning in his eyes. "We are filthier, dirtier, and more unforgivable than you think."

I met his gaze without flinching, even as the group behind him seemed to carry the weight of countless crimes on their shoulders.

"I know," I said simply. I did know. The Nightjars Organization—infamous, feared, and hated. In the original story, they would become this world’s most wanted criminals, branded as monsters who thrived in chaos and shadows.

But that was years from now. The version of them standing before me were still just people—broken, dangerous, yes—but not beyond redemption.

"Is that fine with you?" Kairos asked.

However, that was what I wrote in the original story — and it wouldn’t be until years later that the world would dub them monsters. I was certain I could change the Nightjars. Or at least bend them to my purposes.

I smiled faintly. "I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t."

I’d already killed many people, and I planned to kill even more. Vanity no longer held me. The only thing that mattered now was the path I’d chosen and the control to walk it.

Kairos nodded and pointed ahead.

I followed his gaze.

Every member came into view exactly as I had remembered them — rogues and thugs chiseled into men of purpose. Dagur, Thorne, Magellan, William, Gula, Ghost, Kiel, Akali, Seth... and Kairos remained beside me, like a calm eye in a storm.

"Hey kid! It’s been a while!" Dagur’s voice boomed, a grin splitting his face. The sound rattled the cave, sending flakes of dust drifting from the ceiling.

Kairos’ features softened with an embarrassed twitch. "I heard you two have met before."

"Yeah," I said, shrugging. "First time meeting and he tried to kill me."

"I heard that too. I scolded him for you," he said, using the same soft voice he used when a child scraped a knee.

"Is he also one of us?" I asked Kairos, doing my best to sound innocent.

"Yes," Kairos replied, eyes flicking over me once. "Despite how he looks, he’s not all that evil."

"I know," I told him dryly. "He just looks muscle-headed."

He let out a chuckle. "You have good eyes."

"What are you talking about?" I said but before I noticed, the other members came closer.

Kairos quickly masked his emotion as he introduced me to them. "This is our newest member, Remillia Lockhart."

I faced the nine members.

Akali stepped forward first, her skin bronzed and eyes bright with amusement. "I know," she said with a grin. "I’ve seen a lot of videos of you—especially that one where you single‑handedly cleared the monsters at Fusion District, Monfort. Pretty showy stuff."

Dagur slapped his thigh and laughed loudly. "Of course! Didn’t I tell you all? This kid didn’t even flinch when I swung my fist at her. Hahaha, she’s got more balls than most guys!" He gave me a mock salute, still booming with pride at the memory.

Afterwards, the nine faces each gave me a look—apathy, interest, thinly veiled skepticism. Each one had already decided what I was worth before I even breathed.

"I heard you use a dagger. Take it out!" Ghost said, his voice barely more than a rustle, but the command carried like iron.

"No—rather than that, show us how you multiply your daggers!" Kiel cut in, arms still folded, eyes sharp as a whetstone.

"Eh? That’s boring! Show us something else!" Seth protested, flicking his finger as if he wanted sparks to leap from it.

Standing in front of such dangerous people felt like being a lone gazelle in the middle of a pack.