I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 268

I looked at Kairos for help, but he very deliberately pretended he didn’t see me—standing there like some smug owner showing off his prized pet to a crowd. My eye twitched. Traitor.

Around me, the air thickened. Eleven high-rank figures, each with the kind of presence that could tilt the balance of whole nations. Their auras scraped against each other like blades drawn halfway from their sheaths.

Anyone else my age would’ve passed out or at least fallen to their knees. But me? Nothing.

With no magic power in my body, their overflowing mana washed over me like meaningless wind. I stood there, perfectly fine, while they radiated enough intimidation to make a dragon sweat.

"Now that we have eleven members, why don’t we have a ranking tournament!?" Dagur boomed, cracking his neck so loudly the cave echoed. He probably thought he was using his "indoor voice."

"I’m down for that," William added calmly.

My eyes drifted to him—soft features, warm smile, polite posture... the perfect example of "don’t be fooled." His spear rested against his shoulder, Dawnbringer’s faint, shifting glow pulsing with its own heartbeat.

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Dawnbringer

Weapon: Spear

Ability: Adaptive Force

The wielder can instantly adjust the spear’s weight to any degree, enabling swift, precise strikes or overwhelming, crushing blows. It can become so light that it feels weightless, allowing for rapid, fluid movements, or so heavy that it becomes nearly immovable, capable of anchoring enemies or creating seismic impacts.

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I scanned the room—Dagur cracking his knuckles like an excited gorilla and William casually twirling Dawnbringer like he was warming up for a light jog.

Nope. Absolutely not. Fighting any of them now would be like handing them my coffin and saying, "Please hammer the nails in gently."

Dagur was already bouncing on his feet like a kid about to break something expensive. "Come on! This is perfect! We’ve got a newcomer—let’s see where she stands!"

"Then go do it outside. I don’t want to look for another hideout again," Akali said lazily, picking at her nails.

"I’m out," Thorne added instantly, turning away like someone who had already calculated every possible outcome and decided none of them were worth his time—or his face.

Dagur leaned down to grin at me. "Are you joining in, kiddo?"

I pretended he didn’t exist and looked directly at Kairos. "Can I begin renovating this place now?"

Kairos didn’t answer—just stared at me with that unreadable expression of his. Not a yes. Not a no. Just... observing me like I was a puzzle piece trying to jam itself into the wrong spot.

"Shouldn’t we give her more time? She’s still too young," Thorne said quietly, stepping in like some merciful angel.

Bless him. He was right—I needed time. Years of it.And even then, the best I’d probably accomplish was being dead last with slightly more dignity.

"It’s fine~" William hummed, tightening his grip on Dawnbringer. "I’ll go easy. Kids are supposed to grow by getting beat up~"

Easy? Easy for who?! I felt sweat forming along my temple.

Akali tilted her head, licking her finger slowly before tapping it to her lips. "What do you think, sweetheart?"

I swallowed. Hard. She was too seductive. And too strong. And too everything.

"Hey! I told you, she might look like a weakling, but she’s actually—!"

"Dagur," Akali said sweetly, "didn’t I tell you not to shout? Want me to stitch your lips shut?"

Dagur blinked—then grinned. "Hahaha, this bitch finally went crazy."

And just like that, the two of them were at each other’s throats.

Thank the heavens. The distraction bought me precious seconds of life.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Nightjars barely reacted—Ghost staring blankly, Seth yawning, Gula scratching his head, Kiel spinning a dagger, and Magellan giving me a sympathetic shrug.

Dagur cracked his knuckles, grinning like a maniac. "Come outside so I can crush your pretty little head. I won’t go easy just because you’re a woman."

Akali dragged a claw blade along the wall, sparks flying. "Oh? Our Dagur’s finally asking to have his neck slashed."

"Haha! Why don’t we just do that tournament then!?" Dagur shot back, his laughter booming and reckless, fists clenching as if itching for the clash.

"Quiet," Kairos commanded, his single word slicing through the heated air like a blade, instantly chilling the atmosphere and silencing the brewing storm. Even Dagur and Akali froze mid-argument, glancing at him like scolded children.

He turned his gaze to me, "There’s something I need to give you," before gesturing with a fluid motion. A black hole materialized beside him, a swirling void of darkness that pulsed with eerie energy. He plunged his hand into it, rummaging as if it were a mere pocket, and withdrew a crisp piece of paper, holding it out toward me. "Sign this."

I stared at the document. It was a Seal Bound.

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Seal Bound (Contract Type)

Recognizes each party’s identity and binds them through a powerful magical seal. Those linked by the Soul Bound are sworn to uphold the terms of the contract, ensuring fidelity and secrecy.

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I checked the content of the contract.

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Terms of Conditions

Clause 1. Party A (Remillia Lockhart) cannot betray (Party B) me.

Clause 2. As long as Party A does not betray Party B, Party B will do his duty to Party A as the boss.

Clause 3. Whoever breaks the contract will suffer a magic power deviation.

(Duration – 6 years)

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There were only three childish clauses written on the contract.

I lifted my head. "Umm, boss?"

Kairos tilted his head slightly. "What?"

I tried to think of how to phrase it gently. Obviously, a magical contract didn’t need to be the same as a legal one—but vague wording always opened doors to loopholes.

"Umm..." I started again, fumbling for the right words.

Kairos must have misinterpreted my pause as reluctance. His expression cooled, voice dropping a degree. "Are you afraid of joining us?"

Immediately, ten pairs of eyes fell on me.

"Are you afraid of joining us?" Kairos repeated, eyes calm but voice sharp enough to cut steel.

Instantly, nine pairs of eyes locked onto me, the hideout’s atmosphere shifting like a predator sensing weakness.

Dagur stopped cracking his knuckles.

Akali froze in the middle of a practice swing, her claw blade suspended in the air

Ghost’s usually vacant stare sharpened into something terrifying, his presence amplifying the tension.

Gula blinked awake.

Kiel stopped twirling his dagger, the blade glinting ominously.

Seth ceased his lazy yawn, his mouth hanging open in mid-stretch.

The rest stared at me.

I sighed internally. ’Of course he’d jump to that conclusion.’

"Of course not," I replied calmly. "I just thought these clauses were too loose."

Kairos’ brows relaxed slightly, and he let out a quiet breath before replying, "You don’t need to worry about that. It’s an expensive contract, so it’s quite intelligent."

"Oh... then I got worried for nothing," I admitted. An intelligent contract. Now that was interesting.

I activated my Spectral Seal, channeling a surge of magic power into the contract. A pulse of golden light spread from my hand. The contract drank it in eagerly, reacting as if it had never tasted something like this before.

In truth, this contract was unlikely to hold any real control over me—magic had no place inside my body. It flowed around me, through my seal, but never within. I only had magic because the system gave it to me as a ’gift’ for being the creator of this world.

The light dimmed and the contract floated lightly to Kairos’ hand, now recognizing me as its "Party A."

"Will this do?" I asked.

Dagur’s eyes widened at the sight of my magic power, his usual bravado giving way to genuine awe. "Oh? What’s this? Your magic power is so shiny! This is more golden than the real gold!" he exclaimed, leaning in closer, his massive frame vibrating with excitement as he expressed his interest, his gaze locked on the fading glow like a child mesmerized by fireworks.

I chose to stay silent.

Dagur, of course, took this as encouragement. "Wow, this kid is seriously a treasure." He stood up, cracking his knuckles like an overexcited gorilla. "Argh—I can’t hold it back anymore. Come out and spar with me!"

"I’ll come watch," Thorne added lazily, already stretching as if he’d been waiting for this exact chaos to unfold. Even he—usually so detached—showing a spark of interest in witnessing the spectacle.

"Quiet, both of you," Kairos intervened, his command cutting through the excitement like a whip, thankfully reigning in the escalating fervor. He then infused his own magic power into the contract, the paper absorbing his dark energy with a low, resonant hum, sealing the deal irrevocably.

"There, the contract is done," he announced, tucking the document back into his pocket void. "Oh, and here’s a gift." He extended his hand, offering a feather-like pendant that dangled from a delicate chain, its iridescent surface catching the light in mesmerizing patterns.

Each member of the Nightjars received a symbolic item upon joining, tokens imbued with meaning and power, markers of their allegiance to the shadows.

"Oooh, looks like that thing finally found an owner. Now, let’s go spar to celebrate," Dagur suggested once more, his grin widening, practically bouncing on his toes. Why was this guy so obsessed with fighting me? It was like I’d become his new favorite toy.

"Sorry, I don’t feel like celebrating," I said, hoping Dagur would finally back off.

He didn’t.

"Then let’s go straight to sparring," he grinned, already rolling his shoulders like he was warming up to crack me like a glowstick.