I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 272

D-Day (Operation: Nightjars’ Retribution)

I stood on the outskirts of Abyss, the rogue-governed city glowing brightly before me. Laughter echoed from the streets—drunken, manic, reckless. Cars roared by. Music thundered from open windows. Women flirting and pulling men who was walking near their brothel. Fights broke out in alleys like it was part of the nightlife package.

Abyss wasn’t chaos. Abyss celebrated chaos itself.

The scent of alcohol clung to the air, sweet and addicting. Blood—old and new—mingled with dark mana. It was true what people called it:

The city where the sun never rises.

And tonight was my first official mission as a Nightjar.

"Can you see that tall building in the distance, big sis?" Gula’s voice whispered directly into my ear through the comms, bright and sugary as always.

"Give me a second," I murmured, already adjusting my hood before sprinting forward.

I crossed the rooftop, leapt to the next, then vaulted onto a fire escape. Abyss might’ve been a den of criminals, but its buildings were a parkour playground. I scaled a wall, kicked off a billboard frame, and grabbed the ledge of a tall clocktower. A few more steps, and I was standing at the top, wind sweeping past me.

From here, the city stretched endlessly. But one building stood out like a beacon even amongst the blinding lights.

"The one with the red lights?" I asked.

"Yup! That’s the one~" Gula chimed.

A fifty-story monolith of obsidian glass, red lights, and arrogant wealth. A sleek, modern structure that reflected the city lights.

"Did you know that building cost seventy and a half billion Glacium to build?!" Gula said, excitement bubbling in her voice. "Let’s tear it down to bits, sis!"

"Yeah," I said quietly, gripping my dagger. "Let’s make it disappear."

Malum Inceptio. One of Abyss’ proud private organizations—rich, loud, and stupidly confident. Tonight, their ’brand new, state-of-the-art base’ was nothing more than a demolition target.

"By the way, your clothes are cool, big sis!" Gula chirped through the comms, sounding like she was bouncing in place.

"Umm... Thanks?" I replied, glancing down at my outfit with a flicker of self-consciousness. Is it though?

A fitted, hooded black tunic hugged my torso, flexible enough to move in but tough enough to take a hit. My stretchable combat trousers tapered neatly into ankle-high boots designed for silent landings. Thin leather straps wrapped around my thighs and calves, securing my daggers. Fingerless gloves protected my hands without sacrificing dexterity. A neck gaiter covered the lower half of my face, and a slim belt held all my daggers.

"Did you dress like that because it’s your first mission as a Nightjar?" Gula teased, her tone dripping with playful suspicion.

"No," I said flatly.

Truth was, I’d bought this from the system shop just before I joined the Nightjars guessing that I’ll be doing missions frequently and also, I didn’t exactly want to be recognized by anyone from my daily life.

"Well, can you tell me where you bought it?" Gula whined. "I want one too, big sis!"

"I found it in one of the dungeons I went to," I lied without a blink.

"Awwww..." she deflated immediately, then perked up again like a switch. "Anyway! Will you be okay, big sis? That building looks suuuper sturdy."

The obsidian-glass exterior gleamed under the neon lights, reflecting the city like a mirror. Reinforced steel lines ran along the corners. The mana barriers flickered faintly along its surface—likely expensive, high-grade defensive enchantments.

Thinking of all the training I’ve done just to perfect that arrow-dagger shot, a smile tugged at my lips. I guess I’m going to put that into motion today.

"I’ll be fine," I said, my confidence flowing naturally into my voice. "And besides, I can do this."

"Ooh~ I like how you sound so confident! So what are you gonna do? Disguise yourself then trespass the building, knock out the people there using your daggers and awesome moves and plant the bombs! Escape like a boss then click the detonator and the building will explode while you walk away?! Is that it?!" Gula exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over.

Kid’s imagination always went wild. I couldn’t help but laugh softly. "No. I’m thinking of using my bow."

Using my dagger too recklessly would only cause trouble. And considering I’m likely the only person in the world who uses daggers as a primary weapon, it wouldn’t take long for someone to trace it back to me.

"Eh?" Her voice deflated. "A bow? I get it since it’s your former weapon but why not use the dagger instead, big sis?"

"It’s too tiring if I charge in and take them out one by one," I answered, imagining the number of guards inside and how long it would take to eliminate each silently. "Not to mention risky."

"But that sounds booooring~" she whined dramatically.

I could practically see her puffed cheeks and scrunched face even though she was nowhere near me. "What if," I said slowly, letting suspense drip into my tone, "I show you a trick?"

"A trick?" she repeated, but this time her curiosity was winning against her disappointment.

"Yeah, I’ll also be using my daggers for this. You want to watch it?" I teased, dangling the bait.

"But how? Judging by your location, your daggers won’t even reach the building. Are you lying to me, big sis?" she challenged, her skepticism cutting through the air.

"Then watch closely," I said, lowering my voice just a little. "I’ll show you something cool."

"Eeeh?! You’re making it sound so mysterious! Fine, fine—show me!" Gula said, practically vibrating through the earpiece.

A faint breeze brushed past me as I shifted my stance, my bow materializing in my grip—deep, crimson blood, and humming faintly as it synced with my Spectral Seal. The weight settled into my hand like it belonged there.

"Big sis? You’re seriously going to shoot a building?" Gula asked, disbelief dripping from every word.

"Mmm," I murmured, my focus narrowing to the crimson-lit target in the distance.

"That’s impossible! Even if you hit it, what’s a tiny arrow going to—"

Shing.

The soft, metallic click of the dagger locking into the arrow’s custom groove sliced clean through her sentence. I could almost picture her mouth hanging open on the other side of the line.

Two seconds of silence. A miracle she went quiet.

"...Is that a... dagger?" she whispered, her tone hushed with disbelief.

"Uh-huh," I confirmed, a smirk tugging at my lips.

"Attached to your arrow?!" she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling back to the surface.

"Yep," I replied, feeling my smirk widen.

"That’s illegal," she said, though her voice carried no real condemnation, only fascination.

"Who says you can’t combine two different weapons?" I shot back, raising my bow as my eyes calculated angles, distance, wind direction, and structural vulnerabilities in one smooth sweep.

"You still watching?" I asked, my finger steady on the string.

"Yes! Yes! Hurry before I explode from curiosity!" she urged, her words tumbling out in a rush.

I inhaled slowly. My shoulders loosened. My heartbeat slowed as my Spectral Seal glowed faintly on my chest, channeling power into the arrow. As the moonlight reflected off the dagger’s blade, I pulled the string back to its limit and released.

The arrow-dagger shot cut through the air like a streak of silver death, slicing cleanly through the night sky. The wind warped around it, bending in submission as the projectile curved, twisted, and corrected itself mid-flight.

"WOOOO—WAIT, WHAT WAS THAT?! IT’S SO FAST—BIG SIS IT’S SPINNING—BIG SIS IT’S CURVING—BIG SIS IT’S—"

Her scream grew louder as the projectile arced beautifully downward, heading straight for the impact.

Then—

THAK!

It struck the top quadrant of the reinforced wall—right where the structural support was weakest, the dagger’s edge biting deep into the concrete and steel.

A perfect hit.

Silence.

Then the ground trembled beneath my boots.

BOOOOM!

The explosion engulfed the entire building in a massive bloom of fire and debris. shockwave rippled through Abyss, alarms blaring in the distance as chaos unfolded, sweeping my hair back from my face and tugging at the edges of my hood.

"BIG SIIIISS!!! THAT WAS SO AWESOME!!" Gula shrieked. "SO SMALL YET DESTRUCTIVE! I LOVE ITTTT!"

"I’m not yet done," I said, brushing dust off my glove as the blazing ruins crackled in front of me.

"There’s more?!" Gula gasped, her excitement spiking all over again.

I lifted my hand, palm open.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then—fwip—fwip—fwip—SHNK!

The dagger shot straight back through the smoky air, weaving between drifting debris with uncanny precision before landing neatly in my hand, handle-first, without even grazing my skin.

Gula squealed so loudly I had to pull the receiver slightly away from my ear.

"THAT’S SO COOL! Big sis, that was—! You didn’t even look! It just came back like a loyal dog! No—like a loyal weapon! Are all assassins this cool?! Do it again! Can you do it again? Wait—can I have one?!"

I ignored the barrage of questions and slid the dagger back into its sheath.

"My job’s done, so I’m leaving now," I said calmly as my bow faded away then I turned away from the crumbling ruins, stepping lightly across the rooftop.

"Okay, big sis. I’m just gonna leave your new insignia to tell them we’re back. Hehehe, they’ll totally piss their pants just by seeing it again," she said, clearly thrilled with herself.