I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 284

May 10th, 2027 (Blood Moon Harvest )

The night the moon turned red, the world tipped into chaos.

Something in the sky snapped a hidden switch. Monsters across the globe abandoned their usual patterns, flooding out of forests, ruins, and mountain ranges. Beasts that once skirted the edges of human civilization now charged straight into it, eyes blazing, instincts unchained.

Cities weren’t spared. Settlements weren’t avoided.

For the first time in decades, monsters stopped fearing humans.

Governments responded within hours. States of emergency were declared worldwide, and guilds were given a single directive: eradicate monster habitats near civilization—by any means necessary.

Amidst the carnage, names rose to the surface.

Sovereign Legion’s prodigy, Cypher Knoxx, delivered results no one could ignore. He single-handedly destroyed two monster settlements deep within Theone’s mountain range, earning his promotion as the youngest Advanced-ranked Hero in recorded history.

Not long after, Edge Killian followed suit, achieving the same rank through a similarly decisive campaign.

Meanwhile, Nocturna Agency claimed distinction of a different kind. With the aid of Talon’s mercenary, ’Tigris,’ they eradicated more monster settlements than any other organization, securing a trophy that made waves across the guild network.

As battles raged, another discovery quietly reshaped the future.

Researchers confirmed that a monster’s core was more than just a trophy. It could be refined into a powerful energy source, integrated into machines and weapons—or fed to other monsters, granting them enhanced strength, heightened intelligence, or entirely new abilities.

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August 5th, 2027

The "Monster Remains Disassembly Hub" and the "Monster Core Extraction Facility" officially opened their doors through a joint venture between Whitney’s guild, Nocturna Agency, and Christian’s restaurant business, which specialized in processing monster meat for human consumption.

"We will now begin the ribbon-cutting ceremony~"

The opening was anything but modest.

Standing beneath banners and flashing cameras were figures of immense influence: Vellian, the guild leader of Royal Dominion; Christian George, owner of Cosina Del Caza; Stephen Colbert, COO of Nocturna Agency; the mayor of Crimbore; and Whitney Owen herself.

As the final words were spoken, scissors gleamed under the lights.

The ribbon fell.

"I can’t believe I get to collaborate with a rising-star business mogul," Christian said, shaking Whitney’s hand with genuine warmth.

"And I can’t believe you’re the owner of Cosina Del Caza, known worldwide," Whitney replied, a smile playing on her lips. "You’re always expanding, and yet the quality of your food never drops. It’s always top-tier."

Christian chuckled, then his gaze shifted past her. "More importantly, we should thank the person who made all this possible." He glanced at Stephen. "So... where is she?"

The truth was, neither factory would have existed without Nocturna Agency.

Their hunters supplied a steady stream of monster corpses, cutting production costs down to a fraction of what they would have been otherwise. More than that, the partnership itself had been Nocturna’s idea from the start.

At first, both Christian and Whitney had been hesitant. The scale was enormous and they worried about the risks. But their doubts cracked the moment Stephen—far too casually—mentioned that the entire proposal had been planned and approved by Remillia.

That alone would’ve been shocking.

What followed was worse.

When they asked why Stephen only reached out to them offering for a partnership when he rejected a lot of companies seeking partnership from him seemed to move only after receiving her approval, he slipped. Just one sentence.

"Because Remillia is the real CEO."

The room had gone dead silent.

They only stared at him, stunned, before simultaneously demanding he call her—now.

The moment the line connected, both Christian and Whitney erupted, shouting over each other so loudly and so fast that Stephen couldn’t even tell what language they were speaking anymore.

They ranted. Accused. Questioned. Ventilated months’ worth of disbelief.

On the other end of the call, Remillia waited.

Then, once they finally ran out of breath, her voice came through—calm, composed, almost amused. "Can you pass the phone back to Stephen?"

They did so reluctantly.

Whatever Remillia said next drained the color from Stephen’s face. His knees nearly buckled, and for a moment he looked like he might actually pass out.

When the call ended, the explanation she left behind was painfully simple.

"Yes," Remillia had said. "I am the CEO of Nocturna Agency. And... sorry for keeping it a secret from you again."

Somehow, that apology only made it worse.

Christian let out a hollow laugh. "What other secrets is she keeping?" he muttered. "What—next thing you’ll tell me is she’s a contract killer who’s already taken someone out?"

Whitney didn’t answer.

Because, annoyingly enough, he wasn’t wrong.

"I’m sorry, Miss Owen. Sir George," Stephen said quickly, snapping them out of their spiraling thoughts. "But she still intends to keep her position as CEO a secret. Please—don’t tell anyone."

Christian dragged a hand down his face and exhaled slowly, as if letting go of several headaches at once. Then he turned to Whitney.

"I’ll take my leave," he said. "I still have a mission to finish this afternoon."

He had barely taken a step when Whitney stopped him.

"Did you tell... Cypher?"

Christian paused. "As much as I wanted to, it would only make things worse for him."

Whitney’s lips curved into a faint, complicated smile. "I see. Then... see you later."

With that, they went their separate ways.

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September 23rd, 2027

The skies and seas stopped being safe.

Aerial and aquatic monster populations surged without warning, their numbers multiplying at a pace that defied every known model. Creatures began emerging from cloud layers and abyssal trenches alike, overwhelming coastal defenses and trade routes.

Island nations bore the brunt of it.

Caosia and Eldoria were hit hardest. Entire chains of islands were overrun within weeks, forcing authorities to redraw maps overnight. Large portions of Eldoria’s archipelago—and Caosia’s outer islands—were swiftly designated Advanced-Rank Danger Zones.

The ocean, once a boundary, had become a front line.

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December 1st, 2027

The two nations chose very different paths.

Caosia formally requested assistance from Aeonia and the Global Heroes Alliance, opening its borders to international forces in hopes of containing the disaster.

Eldoria, on the other hand, refused outside intervention.

Instead, it flooded the global network with mercenary recruitment ads, determined to solve the crisis on its own terms.

Frankly, the decision was met with ridicule.

Across the world, analysts, guild leaders, and commentators scoffed at the idea. Facing an ocean-wide monster outbreak without alliance support wasn’t bold—it was reckless.

Or so everyone thought.

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April 5th, 2028

I was sprawled across the lounge couch, half-focused on a mobile game, while Kairos sat beside me with his arms crossed, eyes locked on the TV.

"...Gilded Sword has partnered with several mercenary groups—"

The channel switched.

"Elite-Rank Grade Three, Londonagon, has been defeated by Gilded Sword under the command of Crown Prince Ezekiel. The guild’s youngest team leader has once again demonstrated exceptional—"

Switch.

"Crown Prince Ezekiel Craine has officially been appointed as the Gilded Sword’s youngest vice leader—"

Switch.

"Public opinion regarding Eldoria continues to decline—"

Kairos kept flipping channels, but my attention sharpened each time the volume shifted. Still, the news I was waiting for never came.

Nothing.

I frowned. ’How much longer am I supposed to wait?’

I glanced down at my phone, locked the screen, and stood up with a stretch that popped my back. My eyes drifted around the hideout—still unfinished, still rough around the edges.

A lot had changed over the past three years.

Honestly... it was dramatic.

And if I was being honest with myself, I was proud of it.

The facilities alone were leagues ahead of what we’d started with. In the corner of the lobby, a minibar operated by golems quietly served highest-grade coffee—exclusively for Kairos—while offering a wide selection of alcohol for everyone else. In the center of the cavern—

...Right. That.

A massive mana crystal, nearly as thick as Dagur’s thigh, pulsed with a steady glow. It purified the air inside the cave, keeping the space clean, breathable, and unnervingly pleasant for an underground hideout. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Then—

The lobby doors slammed open.

Heavy footsteps thundered inside as a massive figure barged in without so much as a warning. Kairos immediately muted the TV and looked up, his brows knitting into a scowl.

"...What now," he muttered.

"It’s so fun out there, Boss!" Dagur boomed as he stomped inside.

"Did something happen outside?" I answered before Kairos could.

Dagur turned toward me, eyes lighting up. "Oh—kiddo! You’re here too?" He grinned and lifted what he’d been carrying like it was nothing.

A sea beast—easily twice his size.

"Monsters underwater are going nuts!"

"...Dagur," I said slowly, staring at it, "what is that?"

"A sea beast," he said cheerfully. "I was out swimming when this bastard kept bumping into me, so I caught it."

I stared harder.

Marrowfin.

A rare deep-sea monster fish. Its flesh was famous for its rich flavor and melt-in-your-mouth texture, a delicacy so expensive it usually only ended up on the plates of elites and gourmet connoisseurs.

Without realizing it, I smacked my lips. I still hadn’t tried Marrowfin before. ’What does it even taste like...?’

Normally, Thorne or Ghost handled the cooking around here—but they were both out. That left only one other person who could cook.

Kairos.

I glanced at him.

Then immediately looked away.

Absolutely not. There was no way I was asking him. It was embarrassing enough that he could cook well, and if the others heard me asking, I’d never hear the end of it.

Still... the fish looked really good.

I swallowed. ’Should I try cooking it myself?’ The thought barely finished before I shook my head.

If there was one thing I was catastrophically bad at, it was cooking.

...And singing.