I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 269

I resisted the urge to sigh. There wasn’t a single member of the Nightjars I could beat. Not even close. I wouldn’t last ten seconds against any of them—five if they were in a bad mood.

I turned to Kairos like he was my last lifeline. "I have a mission I need to do," I said, injecting every ounce of seriousness I could muster.

Before he could reply, something tugged gently at my sleeve. "Sister, sister, can you show me your dagger?"

I looked down at the soft voice and saw Gula staring up at me with round, curious eyes. A tiny Caballenian girl—maybe eleven, maybe thirteen—small enough to look harmless but dangerous enough to level a city if she sneezed the wrong way.

Cute, yes. Harmless, absolutely not.

In fact, if we had to be technical... Gula was probably the strongest existence in this cave.

No—not Gula herself. But the thing attached to her.

"My real weapon isn’t a dagger," It was the lamest excuse I could muster, but there was no way I was showing her my Arcanum.

"Eh!? Really? Really!?" Dagur shouted, his voice booming with exaggerated shock. "You’re telling me you use something even more amazing than that no damage little weapon!?"

What was I supposed to do about this blockhead?

"Hahaha! I knew it this whole time!" Dagur continued, slapping his knee in laughter.

"But... I still want to see your dagger," Gula insisted, her pleading eyes locking onto mine, wide and disarmingly innocent, tugging at that reluctant part of me that couldn’t say no to a child’s curiosity.

With a sigh, I gave in and pulled out a dagger—not the Arcanum, of course. Instead, I handed her one of my obsidiarite blades.

Gula’s eyes lit up like stars. She traced the blade with reverent fingers, utterly fascinated.

That was when the air behind her twisted and a small, floating void creature drifted into view. Bat-like ears. Needle teeth. A mouth that never quite closed.

Hakaba1.

Despite its small and deceptively frail appearance, Hakaba was an extraordinarily dangerous monster—one capable of consuming thousands of living beings in a single frenzy. Once it went berserk, it devoured everything in its path indiscriminately. Human, beast, monster—none of it mattered. The name fit perfectly.

I was the one who named it after all. A walking graveyard that ate the living.

Hakaba’s grin widened at the sight of the dagger—an unsettling, too-sharp smile that made the shadows around it ripple. Gula, in contrast, smiled softly and handed the weapon back to me.

"Your choice is good, Sister," she said with a small nod. Her tone carried the authority of someone who knew exactly what she was talking about. In the Nightjars, Gula served as their appraiser, the one trusted to judge every treasure they obtained in every mission.

"Thanks," I replied, sliding the dagger away again.

A sharp clap echoed through the cave. "If you’re done with your introductions, then let’s move on to our next agenda," Kairos said, his voice effortlessly pulling everyone’s attention to him. "The reason I summoned everyone today isn’t just to greet a new member. Two weeks from now, we will begin our ’activities’ for real.

The shift in the room was instant.

Immediately, the atmosphere in the cave changed.

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Five days passed after the meeting. With Magellan’s help, I traveled back and forth between the Nightjars’ hideout and my condo, juggling my normal life with the slow, grueling process of renovating a villain organization’s cave.

On the first official day of Operation: Renovate the Nightjars’ Hideout, I brought Macaron with me, hoping he could at least handle the pests crawling around. The place was practically alive with monster insects—clicking, skittering, wriggling things that looked like they’d evolved specifically to haunt my nightmares.

But when Macaron caught sight of the monstrous insects—gargantuan beetles with iridescent shells and skittering centipedes as thick as my wrist—he recoiled, his feathers fluffing up in horror. "Master! Are you trying to kill me?!" he squawked, his voice a high-pitched panic that bounced off the walls.

"You’re a bird, right? Don’t birds eat insects?" I deadpanned.

Macaron flapped his wings dramatically. "They’re disgusting to look at! I’ll puke before I could even swallow one!"

I rolled my eyes. So much for the proud predator species. "Fine. Then don’t eat them—just find every single one and kill it."

He shot back instantly, "Then why don’t you do it?"

"Because," I said, gesturing to the uneven, rocky floor that needed leveling, and activated my Spectral Seal as a smoothing tool appeared in my hand, "I have to level the ground first."

And so, work began—me battling the cave floor, and Macaron waging war against insects he refused to touch.

For the next few days, I ended up being the only one working. Macaron had the audacity to finish exterminating every last monster insect in a single day—not because he was efficient, but because he absolutely refused to do it again. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

So while he retired early with the self-satisfaction of someone who’d survived a war, I spent the following days handling the real labor.

Once the ground was finally smooth, I moved on to making the couch. The system helped me draft the design, but everything else was on me. First came the expensive materials. Then shaping the frame with magic power. After that, stuffing it with the highest-grade fillings I could buy without crying. And finally, wrapping everything in luxurious monster leather.

Though it sounded straightforward, the entire endeavor devoured ten hours of my time, my muscles aching and my concentration fraying as the magic drained me.

I clutched my head, collapsing onto the newly made couch with a groan, resting for a few minutes before stumbling out of my workshop. Magellan had created the workspace for me—well, technically, Kairos had told him to—but either way, I was grateful.

I headed out to choose a spot for the couch and kept mumbling to myself whether that was a good place or not. Once I finally found the perfect place and turned back—

"S-Since when did you get here?" I jolted. He was standing there, silent as a shadow, like he’d been watching me for who knows how long.

When the workspace had been finished earlier, I’d wanted to thank him, so I made him his own private room first. A bed, a table, a chair. Beige walls. Simple, but cozy. Especially since I’d seen him literally standing while sleeping. Was he a vampire?

Excitedly, I tugged him inside, spreading my arms wide. "TA-DAA! I did great, right?" I beamed, hoping for a praise in his stoic facade.

He stared at the bed for a long moment. "I appreciate it, but I don’t need a bed."

"You have to at least live like a person. Seriously, you’re like a vampire," I mumbled under my breath, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

"Vampire?" he echoed, his tone curious, though his expression remained unreadable.

I flashed a quick smile to cover my tracks. "Nothing! At least try sitting down on the bed. I gathered the most expensive materials just to make it!" I insisted, pushing him gently toward it.

"But I like standing," he replied, unmoving.

My eye twitched in frustration. "Just give it a try, then I’ll go back to my workshop!"

As I turned my back on him, I missed the subtle smile that flickered across his lips—a rare, fleeting expression that hinted at amusement.

I snapped out of my thoughts when his voice drifted out. "Do you talk to yourself when you’re alone?"

"Just a habit of mine. I’ll go back to my workshop now," I said, brushing off his question with a casual wave.

I returned to the workshop and tried to pull the massive sofa out. Emphasis on tried. The thing was a beast. I tugged, shoved, braced my legs—nothing. It didn’t budge. Eventually, I exhaled hard and prepared to just surrender to gravity and humiliation.

Then, suddenly, the weight disappeared.

The sofa lifted effortlessly, suspended by shadowy tendrils curling beneath it like dark ribbons. I blinked, startled, and looked over my shoulder.

"You could have asked for help," Kairos said, standing right behind me as if he’d materialized from thin air.

"I thought you went back to your room to rest," I replied, turning to face him.

"I don’t rest," he stated simply, his gaze steady. "Now, where do you want to place this couch?"

I pointed toward the open spot directly in front of the TV. The TV—ironically—was the only modern appliance in the entire hideout. After I smoothed the ground, I also destroyed those large carved stones arranged like makeshift seats near the T.V.

It looked ridiculous.

Hopefully, the couch would save the place from looking like a caveman lounge.

Kairos guided the floating couch toward the spot I’d pointed at, the shadowy tendrils shifting smoothly, almost elegantly, as if they had minds of their own. When he set it down, the cushions puffed slightly from the impact.