I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 279

"...To think the guild leader would come out to greet us. This is quite nice," Christian murmured quietly beside Cypher.

But the quiet lasted only a second.

Christian sprinted forward. "Guild leader Annabelle~! I’m a big fan of yours!"

Annabelle chuckled softly. "Thank you. But I have something to ask your friend—if that’s alright?"

"Of course! Take your time, guild leader!" Christian beamed, stepping aside with exaggerated enthusiasm.

As Annabelle approached Cypher, Christian stood behind her, giving Cypher several dramatic thumbs-ups. Cypher only exhaled a small laugh, shaking his head at Christian’s antics.

"This is our second time meeting, right?" Annabelle asked gently.

Cypher only nodded.

"I know this is a personal question," she continued, her voice softer now, "but why did you choose to join this guild? Despite... everything."

Cypher didn’t hesitate. "Someone I know recommended it to me."

Annabelle’s eyes softened. "Do you know the reason why?"

He shook his head. "No. But whatever the reason is, I trust her judgment."

For a moment, Annabelle studied him, then a small smile curved her lips. "I see," she said quietly. "Then I hope Sovereign Legion proves worthy of the trust she placed in it."

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August 08, 2026 (Nightjar’s Hideout)

After finishing today’s workload, I stepped out into the lobby, wiping sweat off my forehead.

"Hey rookie, what did you make today?"

That familiar, annoyingly friendly voice belonged to Seth.

Seeing him grinning at me like an overgrown golden retriever in human form, I shot back with a smile. "Who knows?"

The hideout had changed a lot. After more than a year of remodeling, it had somehow evolved from a rundown criminal den into something that looked like a luxury underground resort—thanks to me, of course. And ever since word spread, Nightjar members kept coming over to hang out like freeloaders.

"Anything interesting?" he prodded.

"No. I wouldn’t say interesting." Actually, everything I built was interesting—because I made it—but I won’t be telling him that.

Currently, only Kairos, Magellan, Thorne, and Seth’s rooms were finished.

And naturally, I made sure I was paid properly.

Magellan paid in gemstones—high-grade, well-polished, sparkly things that could make anyone forgive his rotten personality.

Thorne gave me a ring that improves mana circulation. Suspicious? Extremely. Useful? Also extremely. So I accepted it.

And Seth...Seth paid me with "an amazing recovery serum," his words. It healed wounds rapidly, but the aftereffect was that I’d experience pain ten times worse afterward.

A great deal, right?...No.

But I took it anyway.

"I’m working on a hot spring," I continued, stretching my arms a little.

"Hot spring?" Akali, who had been lying on the sofa like a bored housecat, immediately shot up, eyes sparkling. "How did you know I love hot springs?"

I didn’t.

But I wasn’t about to argue with someone who looked one second away from hugging me. "I just found an underground water reservoir, so... plans changed. But it won’t be finished for at least a week."

"Is it mixed bathing?" She licked her lips, a habit of hers that always made me wonder if she acted seductive on purpose or if that was simply her natural state.

"No," I deadpanned. "It’s separated."

"...But we can still go in the same bath, right?" she pressed, leaning closer with that predatory grin.

Before I could shut that down—Click.

The door to the largest room in the cave swung open.

Kairos stepped out, hair messy, eyes half-lidded. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed—or coffin, considering how quiet he walked.

"Boss is up. I’ll leave then." Akali straightened, flashed me a smile. "Tell me when the hot spring is done~" She disappeared down the hall with a skip in her steps.

Seth gave my shoulder a light pat as he walked past. "Call me if there’s anything you need. I’ll be at the infirmary."

Kairos rubbed his eyes and trudged toward the couch, collapsing onto it. My brows shot up the moment I realized what he was wearing. Pajamas.

Actual soft, cozy-looking pajamas. On him.

"What happened to only needing three hours of sleep per week?" I teased, trying not to laugh.

Kairos lifted his head an inch, eyes narrowing—more confused than offended. "Was that directed at me?"

"No." I responded way too fast.

"I see." He let his head fall back down and immediately resumed pretending the world didn’t exist.

I watched him for a moment, baffled at how he could look so unbothered and exhausted at the same time. Ever since I finished building him a room here, he’d been sleeping in the hideout more often than not—only returning to his mansion once a week. Something about feeding his pet... which I still hadn’t seen yet.

"Rookie," he called lazily.

"Yeah?" I replied automatically—then immediately grimaced.

Honestly. It’s been more than a year. How was I still Rookie?

"You can just call me by my name, you know," I grumbled, turning back to my workbench.

"It’s too long to say," he said, eyes still closed.

"Then call me Remi."

"No."

"Why?"

"It’s common," he said simply. "If someone overhears it and realizes it’s you, it’ll cause trouble."

...He had a point. Annoyingly.

"Fine. Then call me Illia."

Kairos didn’t respond right away. Then, in a quieter tone—like he was testing the word on his tongue— "Illia. Come here."

I paused, tools still in hand. "...What is it now?" I muttered, but my feet were already moving toward him.

"My hair itches," he said.

"Then scratch it yourself," I replied, a grin tugging at my lips.

He could pretend all he wanted, but I knew exactly what he was asking for.

"My arms won’t move," he added flatly.

"Use your tentacles."

"I’m tired."

"I still have work to do."

The moment he realized I wasn’t caving, he started—of all things—throwing a tantrum. He bobbed his head on the couch like a frustrated child. "It’s itchy! My hair’s itchy, Lia!"

I burst out laughing. Honestly, for someone feared across the continent, he sure acted like a needy cat.

With a sigh, I gave up and walked to the armrest. I slid my fingers gently into his hair, combing through it. His hair was softer than it looked. Smooth. Surprisingly easy to untangle.

It’s been ten whole minutes when I’d forgotten to grab a stool again. My legs were already complaining.

But then—fwip.

A stool formed behind me, his tentacles shaping neatly into something stable and cushioned. I blinked at it, then at him. His eyes were still closed, feigning innocence.

"...Thanks," I muttered, sitting down and resuming my quiet attack on the knots in his hair.

Just then, Thorne stepped out of his room. He had reading glasses on, which already made him look like an entirely different person. He paused when he saw us.

"You’re playing with his hair again?" he said.

I glanced up. "Yeah. He was asking for it."

Thorne adjusted his glasses and sighed. "You spoil him too much."

I shrugged, still combing. "He throws tantrums."

"That’s because you trained him to."

I opened my mouth to argue when Kairos spoke instead, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut.

"Thorne," he said, "since you’re so chatty today, why don’t we spar?"

Thorne froze. Completely. Then he laughed—too loud, too fast. "What? Me? Chatty? I’m just... exercising my mouth."

"Then take it back to your room," Kairos replied without looking at him.

"Boss would never let his hair be touched by someone else and now he only lets you touch him? He even let out his tentacles. That’s so unfa—"

"What was that?" I looked up at him the moment he grumbled under his breath.

"Nothing! I said have you heard Phantom Herald?" he blurted out, too quickly, instantly changing the topic.

"Seems familiar. Why?" I asked, still suspicious.

"Your name was there as part of the Top 10 Rookies to Watch Out For. Doesn’t matter whether you’re a Rogue, Anti-Hero, or Hero—as long as you debuted within the past three years, you’re eligible." Thorne explained while picking up his tablet. He tapped the screen, opened Phantom Herald, and turned it toward me.

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Top 10 Rookies You Can’t Afford to Miss! (August 2026)

Top 1: Abyss’ Rising Star ’Obsidian’

Top 2: Talon’s Mercenary ’Tigris’

Top 3: Sovereign Legion ’Cypher Knoxx’

Top 4: Legacy of the Dawn ’Edge Killian’

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My gaze lingered on the names Cypher and Edge.

Good. This part didn’t change.

And hopefully—hopefully—Cypher’s relationship with Annabelle would bloom this time.

"Congrats, you’re in second place," Thorne said.

I blinked, pulled back from my thoughts. "This is the newspaper that Scarlet Phantom puts out, right?"

"Yeah—wait, you still don’t have a Scarlet Phantom account?" he asked.

"I already have one," I said. Although I hacked my way into it, but that doesn’t matter. "It’s just that I need to reach a certain rank to get these kinds of updates."

"Still, take a look. Lots of countries have been asking for you recently. Especially Panja and Acemira," he insisted.

"Of course. Since those countries are big, they naturally have more monsters to deal with." I sighed, remembering last month—that ridiculously cringey ad they forced me to act.

We went to Panja’s Dangjing Province and slaughtered thousands of invading monsters in a single day. It should’ve been enough to kill a hundred, pack up, and go home.

But no.

These damn members wanted to retake the video. Again. And again.

By the tenth take, I was one breath away from snapping and activating ’Bloodthirst’ on everyone present. Thankfully, they finally decided they had enough footage.

That entire mess was why they were suddenly treating me as a Hero. Though honestly, the biggest reason for my fame was time—I cleaned up the entire region in a single day. Zero civilian casualties. All by myself.