I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 274

My fingers were already buried in his hair—soft, surprisingly silky for someone like him, the strands sliding between my fingertips like snow. His hair looked messy, but up close it was more... unruly, like it naturally fell in that perfectly wild way. Not fluffy like Glacier’s fur and not messy like Macaron’s feathers—somewhere in between. Untamed but soft.

Kairos slowly tilted his head up. His blue eyes meeting mine. My soul almost left my body yanked out by the intensity of his gaze.

"...Why are you touching my hair?" he asked in a quiet tone—neutral, but with that undertone that made every Nightjar member shut up instantly.

"I—I—" I couldn’t form any words. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, my brain scrambling for an escape.

"I, um—there was—dust," I blurted, lying through my teeth as I awkwardly retracted my hand like it had caught fire.

Kairos blinked, although the corner of his lip twitched. Just slightly. "...Dust?" he repeated.

"Mhm. Big dust. Giant dust. A whole... dust colony," I said, trying to salvage whatever dignity I had left, my voice pitching higher with desperation.

"Hmm." He turned back to the projection. "Then I suppose you have perfect timing. A leader’s image must be clean."

I stared, my mind reeling. ’Did he just... go along with it?’ The absurdity of it all hit me, but beneath it, a spark of relief flickered. He wasn’t angry. That’s all that matters.

Thinking that I got off the hook, he reached up with a finger and tapped his own head lightly. "You missed a spot."

My brain short-circuited. "W—what?"

I wanted to see his face but he was staring at the projection, ignoring me. "You said there was dust. Isn’t it your job to handle it?"

My jaw dropped. I wanted to laugh. He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be serious. But Kairos rarely joked. And this sounded almost like— Was he teasing me?

I swallow my pride, stepped closer again, and with trembling fingers, brushed off the imaginary "dust" from that exact spot. His hair brushed warm against my skin once more.

Kairos didn’t move. He simply allowed it. "Good," he said when I withdrew my hand once more. "Now sit." He patted the space beside him on the couch.

My heart skipped. "O-Okay..." I sat, trying to steady myself as the projection flickered. William severed an arm with a brutal swing while Dagur was laughing maniacally. Chaos filled the screen, but it felt distant now.

Kairos leaned back, posture relaxed, one arm draped along the back of the couch almost behind me. "You did well today," he said calmly. "Better than expected."

"...Thanks," I said, still processing the fact that I had just pet my boss like a cat.

"By the way, when will you officially join Talon Mercenary?" Kairos asked, eyes still fixed on the floating projection, though his tone made it clear he expected an answer.

I exhaled slowly. "I... can’t think of a date."

It wasn’t like I hadn’t planned for this. I had to join a mercenary group, the clean, public identity I needed to mask the fact that I was secretly part of the Nightjars. My official reason for dropping out of the Academy was to become a mercenary. I had crafted the lie neatly, but I simply hadn’t chosen when to make it real.

Kairos leaned back on the couch, relaxed in that unnerving way only he could manage, like a king watching pieces move exactly as he intended.

"Then let’s set a date next year," he said. "We’ll introduce you as an official member of Talon. Is that acceptable?"

There was no pressure in his voice. No weight. Just a straightforward question.

I nodded. "That works. Thank you."

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Global Heroes Alliance

The Global Heroes Alliance—often simply called the GHA—was founded in the aftermath of the Great War. When the world finally emerged from that era of destruction, the surviving Guardians united to create an organization capable of preventing anything like it from ever happening again. Their mission was simple: protect humankind, maintain peace, and respond to any threat that ordinary nations could not.

Over time, the Alliance grew into a worldwide institution, divided into six sectors, each responsible for a different cornerstone of global defense.

Sector 1: Research and Development

The backbone of innovation.

This sector creates new technology, enhances equipment, and refines combat suits. Whether it’s mana stabilizers, regenerative nanotech, or dimensional scanners, Sector 1 is the mind behind the tools heroes rely on.

Sector 2: Training and Recruitment

Where heroes are made.

Scouts promising individuals from academies, guilds, and private institutions around the world. They evaluate aptitude, teach combat fundamentals, and certify official heroes. Every registered hero, no matter how powerful, has passed through Sector 2.

Sector 3: Intelligence and Surveillance

Eyes and ears of the world.

They monitor global activity, gather intelligence on villains, rogue organizations, and mysterious anomalies, and predict potential threats before they spark chaos. From satellite networks to undercover informants, Sector 3 sees everything.

Sector 4: Medical and Emergency Support

The lifeline of the Alliance.

It specializes in medical treatment—both mundane and supernatural. They respond to major disasters, heal wounded heroes on the field, and research cures to newly discovered abnormalities. Many people call them the unsung heroes of the GHA.

Sector 5: Logistics and Operations

The system that keeps everything running.

This sector manages resource distribution, transport routes, hero deployment, scheduling, communication, and operational planning. Without them, the Alliance would crumble.

And Sector 0: Glory League

The first, the strongest, and the most dangerous.

It was the earliest sector created by the Guardians, formed even before the other sectors existed. Its members take on world-ending threats, eliminate high-level villains, and enforce global law on a scale no government could manage.

The name "Glory League" was chosen by the founding Guardians, who were far more dramatic than the generations that followed. Younger heroes think the name is too cheesy, so they simply refer to it as Sector 0.

Today, a meeting was planned for Sector 0.

"Where is everyone!?" Gage snapped, arms crossed so tightly it looked like he might crush his own ribs. His frustration was justified—out of twelve members, only four others had bothered to show up. The remaining eight were scattered across the continent, busy handling emergencies.

"Good morning, Gage," Davion greeted calmly as he took his seat.

"Good morning? What’s good about the morning when nobody’s here!?" Gage barked.

"Didn’t you hear what happened in the western and northern regions?" Francesca, the leader of Sector 0, intervened with a weary sigh. "They’re swamped containing the fallout."

"But shouldn’t they at least attend the meeting!?" Gage pressed on.

"Give them a break. They’ll be updated on the minutes anyway," Francesca replied.

"They live in that part of the country, Gage. And besides..." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why do you want to go so badly?"

"Because I only need three days to fix everything!" Gage declared proudly.

"Like we’ve told you a thousand times—you’re our trump card. We can’t deploy you for every mid-tier threat," Francesca said with yet another sigh, the kind that implied this conversation had been repeated far too often.

Before Gage could launch another rant, Francesca clapped her hands sharply. "Alright! Since at least some of you are here, let’s begin the meeting."

"Mm—what’s happening~?" Theodore murmured, abruptly sitting up after having been half-asleep in his chair.

"And you," Gage growled, redirecting his irritation like a heat-seeking missile. "Why are you always asleep!?"

"Maybe that’s why I’m not constantly angry," Theodore replied with a lazy smile. "Unlike a certain someone."

"You—!"

Francesca cut him off a second time, louder this time. "Enough. Settle down. We have another situation—simultaneous outbreaks of incidents inside the Abyss."

She swiped her hand across the table, and several holographic projections burst upward from the round platform—images of collapsed buildings, craters, smoke, and corpses scattered like discarded dolls.

"As you can see," Francesca said, voice tight, "one entire building was obliterated. And another hideout was completely wiped out."

"Isn’t it good that they’re fighting among themselves?" Gage muttered, unimpressed.

"No." Francesca tapped again, switching to a new file. "Look at this."

A grainy video taken from inside Abyss began to play.

A streak—thin, sharp, arrow-like—shot across the night sky so fast that everyone’s eyes struggled to track it.

Then—

BOOM!

A single shot. A single strike. And an entire fifty-story building vanished into dust and flame.

Alicia’s jaw dropped. Theodore’s usually sleepy eyes widened a fraction.

"Wow! So amazing~ Nice~" Gage clapped slowly, sarcastically. The others ignored him—everyone knew that if he wanted, he could level five buildings without even breaking a sweat.

"This isn’t the main issue," Francesca cut in, swiping again.

A still image appeared.

A woman stood atop Abyss’s clocktower, moonlight outlining her silhouette like a blade.

"All black," Alicia observed. "Mask over the face... and that bow..." Her eyes narrowed. "An assassin?"

The woman wore a sleek, fitted black outfit, a mask covering her lower half, and an elegant crimson bow tied behind her like a signature.

"It seems she’s a new member of that organization," Francesca said.

Gage’s expression tightened immediately.

The room fell silent.