I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 283

October 1st, 2026

I was in the middle of installing a rune tablet in the corner of the main lobby—one of the items Magellan had looted from the Lazaris underground settlement.

The moment I saw what he found, my instincts kicked in: Mine.

But of course, Magellan refused to give it to me.

So I simply threatened to trash his room while he was away.

He surrendered it instantly.

Kairos, who had been silently watching me fiddle with wires, runes, and seals, finally spoke.

"What’s that?" he asked, arms crossed, brows raised.

"I’m going to be hiring servants," I said, tightening one last bolt, "but for free."

Kairos blinked. "You’re going to hire servants... for free? What are you talking about? Robots? Because repairs cost a fortune—and don’t even get me started on maintenance."

"Yes and no," I said.

He stared at me, clearly not following.

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Perpetua Rune Tablet

A forbidden arcane artifact inscribed with ancient, cursed runes. Crafted from a dark, unbreakable stone etched with glowing glyphs, it functions as a conduit for sustained magical abilities.

Once an ability is input into the tablet, it remains active continuously—24/7—until the caster chooses to deactivate it or the caster’s life force is extinguished. The tablet’s dark magic ensures that the ability persists independently even without the caster’s physical presence.

Limitations & Risks:

The rune’s curse makes it dangerous to tamper with or misuse.

The ability remains active regardless of the caster’s physical or mental state, which could lead to fatal or chaotic consequences if the caster becomes incapacitated.

Only one ability can be stored at a time; inputting a new one erases the former.

Removing or destroying the tablet abruptly ends the active ability and may harm the caster or anyone nearby.

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With this, I could input my ability, ’Puppetry’, and summon dead monsters to help renovate the place.

Monster labor. Free, tireless, obedient, and disposable. Honestly, it was genius.

Kairos still looked unconvinced. "I still can’t imagine how you can have servants with just that."

"I got this from the Lizaris Settlement mission," I said, fitting the tablet into its slot on the lobby wall. "You know how Lazaris are—they love stealing anything valuable. Their hoards are basically antique shops run by raccoons."

He nodded but then switched topics. "Speaking of Lizaris... I saw the news."

"I see." I scratched my head.

Of course he did. The Lizaris settlement incident from a month ago was everywhere.

Since it happened in Aeonia, the media chewed it up like it was prime steak. And the videos taken by the terrified low-rank mercenaries—especially the ones running for their lives after the explosion—only made everything spread even faster.

Which, admittedly, skyrocketed the name Talon’s Tigris across the continent.

Great for my Popularity Points but less great for my peace of mind.

"After I activate this," I said, dusting my hands as I stood, "I’m planning to make a mini-bar. Since the guys like to drink."

"Reasons. You only want your own stock of liquor," Kairos said flatly.

"Don’t worry, coffee’s also on the menu since you love coffee, right?" I said, smirking.

"Who said I liked coffee?" he replied, deadpan.

I poked his cheek. "You’re lying again."

"Wh–Who said I was lying?" he said, catching my finger gently like I was going to poke him into nonexistence.

I secretly rolled my eyes. "If you say so."

He cleared his throat, pretending nothing happened. "So who would be operating it?"

"The servants."

He tilted his head, still looking at me like I was speaking in ancient draconic.

"I’ll just show you."

I opened my pouch and dumped out the corpses of mini golems onto the floor—small, stout, stone-bodied constructs clattering like discarded statues.

Kairos stared at the pile. "...Why do you have—never mind. I don’t want to know."

I ignored him, placing my palm against the Perpetua Rune Tablet and letting my magic flow into it... but nothing happened.

"Oh right," I muttered. "Cursed artifacts usually need blood."

Kairos groaned like he already felt the headache.

I slashed my palm and pressed it firmly against the tablet again. This time, the runes ignited—sickly violet lines crawling across the stone like veins awakening.

My eyes glowed as I whispered, "Puppetry."

Immediately, the corpses stirred.

The corpse opened their eyes and started to stand straight and looked around confused but when they looked at me, they immediately bowed down. Probably because my magic power was flowing through them.

The mini golems’ eyes snapped open—faintly lit with my infused magic—and they pushed themselves off the floor with stiff movements.

Confusion flickered across their stiff, carved faces, but the moment they sensed who commanded them, they snapped into a deep bow.

Probably because my magic was practically drowning them.

"Nice to meet you guys," I said brightly. "I’ll be your owner from now on."

The golems clapped silently—their stone palms making hollow thock-thock-thock sounds.

Kairos recoiled slightly at the eerie noise.

"Goddess... they actually listen," he muttered. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Of course they do," I said. "They’re dead. Dead people are easier to manage."

"Remillia," he said, rubbing his temple, "that statement concerns me deeply."

I ignored him and began assigning roles, pointing at each golem as they stiffly stood at attention.

"You four will be in charge of cleaning," I said, pointing at the first group of golems.

"You will be in charge of the hot spring."

"The two of you will be helping me with the renovation."

"And the two of you will be operating the mini bar. I’ll show you how to do it later."

Just as I was about to let them do their jobs, something tugged on my pant leg.

"Meek?" it said.

I looked down and saw a golem—much smaller than the rest—staring up at me with wide, glowing eyes.

"Meek?" it squeaked.

I crouched down. It was tiny. Too tiny to do anything heavy... or anything at all, really.

"Hmm... how about you become the butler?" I suggested.

"Meek?" It tilted its head, gears softly whirring.

"You’ll be overseeing the other golems. That’s what a butler does, okay?"

"Oww... key?" the golem chirped.

My heart melted on the spot.

"Since you’ll be our official butler, I’ll name you Butter," I declared proudly.

"Butt..." Butter repeated.

I choked down a laugh and patted his little head. That’s when I noticed a tentacle wrapped neatly around my hand—the one I had slashed earlier.

I straightened and glanced at Kairos. "Thanks for this, but it’s unnecessary. I’ll heal in no time."

"I just... don’t like... blood dripping on the floor," he muttered, eyes shifting away.

Ohh. So that’s what this is about.

"It’s fine. The golems are here now—they can clean everything."

Kairos nodded, then asked, "Can I order them around too?"

"Since you’re the boss? Of course." I turned to the golems and gestured toward him. "Listen up. This one here is our boss, so treat him nicely."

The golems all nodded in perfect unison.

Butter nodded too—three seconds late.

Adorable.

Just then, my phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number. Assuming it was another client, I glanced at Kairos and stood up.

"Let me take this."

"Go on," he said, already turning his attention to Butter. "Come here."

I left him behind, happily occupied with the golems, and headed to my room before answering.

"Hello, this is Tigris, mercenary from Talon. If you’d like to place a request, please cont—"

"Remillia."

I stopped mid-sentence and stared at my screen.

"...Whitney? How did you get this number?"

"Money," she replied casually.

Right. I forgot she’s filthy rich.

"So you bought Talon’s VIP ticket?" I asked.

The VIP ticket lets you view a selected mercenary’s stats and limited personal information—including their contact number.The catch? Fifty million per mercenary. Per look.

"Yep. And by the way," she added, amused, "you look really cool in your promotional video."

She must’ve figured it out the moment she saw Tigris’s weapon—daggers—and connected the dots. After all, she was the only person I’d been in contact with these past few months, usually with me checking in and asking how everyone else was doing.

I let out an awkward laugh. "No, I’m not. I look so cringe—"

Then it hit me. "...Wait. That’s not the point. You contacted this number, not my personal one. Which means you need something."

"Oh! I also watched your latest video—the one where you took down the Lazaris," she said, her voice bright. "You’re even faster now. I couldn’t even see you properly!"

"Whitney," I said flatly.

The line went quiet.

Then she laughed, just as awkwardly as I had earlier. "You really do have sharp senses. Yeah... I need your approval for something."

My brows knitted together. "For what?"

"I’ll be using your code name—’Tigris’—for marketing."

"For example?" I asked, already preparing myself for whatever nonsense she was about to pull this time.

"Your name is basically free advertising," she said cheerfully. "Especially for daggers. They’re the least profitable weapon in our inventory. But if we slap something like ’Tigris’s Favorite Daggers’ on them?" She gasped dramatically. "Instant sold out."

I physically recoiled. "Absolutely not. No one is going to buy daggers just because—"

"Did you know everyone has role models?" she interrupted. "And when people get a role model, logic dies. They’ll buy anything their idol touched, breathed on, or looked at once."

"...That’s terrifying."

"But effective!"

I rubbed my temple. "Fine. Go ahead."

"Thank yo—"

"Five percent," I said.

"...Pardon?"

"Five percent of the dagger sales."

She inhaled sharply. "Wow. You really haven’t changed, you greedy witch—"

"Oh?" I said sweetly. "Then I’ll just sue you the moment I see ’Tigris™ Daggers’ hanging in your shop."

Silence.

"...You wouldn’t."

"I absolutely would. With a smile."

"FINE!" she yelled. "Five percent it is! Happy now?"

"Very," I said. "Pleasure doing business."

"Oh, by the way," she continued, clearly not done. "Everyone’s doing fine. Edge joined Legacy of the Dawn—probably because of his grandfather—and he’s getting pretty famous. You probably ran into Ezekiel and Rex during your last mission. Fun fact: they joined my guild."

I stiffened.

"Oh, and Angela basically locked herself in at Brimstone Mountain to train," she went on. "Cypher and Christian joined the Sovereign Legion. Christian’s family business is expanding worldwide now, and I heard Cypher and the Sovereign guild leader are in some kind of... lovey-dovey-thing."

"That’s..." I said, staring at the wall, "...great."

There was a pause.

"...Why didn’t you say hi to Rex and Ezekiel?" she asked. "I mean, they probably already figured out you were Tigris."

"Sorry," I blurted. "Gotta go. Boss is calling me."

"What? Hey—don’t you dare hang up on me aga—"

I ended the call.

My phone immediately started ringing again. And again. And again.

I muted it, tossed it aside, and collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.