I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 297

[Congratulations for defeating a Duneworm — Elite Grade 1 within the limited time]

[You will be granted a 12-hour rest period before proceeding to the next level.]

I let out a shaky breath, shoulders sagging as the words appeared. My legs felt like they might give out at any moment, every muscle screaming in protest now that the adrenaline had finally faded.

"Before that," I said hoarsely, wiping the blood from my cheek "I have something to do."

I turned back toward what remained of the Duneworm.

Its massive body was already beginning to dissolve into faint particles of light, but its head—and more importantly, its teeth—were still intact. I crouched beside it and reached out, fingers brushing against one of the jagged, ivory-white fangs.

This is far sharper than the crude weapons I’d snapped together earlier.

"...Perfect."

I immediately got to work.

Using one of my makeshift daggers, I wedged it between the Duneworm’s jaws and began carving. Each tooth was deeply embedded, fused to bone and sinew that resisted every pull. Monster blood soaked my hands, warm and foul-smelling, but I didn’t stop.

One tooth.

Then another.

Then another.

I placed them inside my inventory, counting quietly under my breath.

By the time I reached the twentieth tooth, my arms were trembling from exhaustion—but my eyes were bright.

Just a few more when the system window snapped open mid-motion.

[Do you wish to rest now?]

"Of course I do," I snapped reflexively, prying at another fang. "Just let me finish getting this last one."

The system didn’t respond immediately.

Then—

[You’ve been saying that for the past ten times]

I scowled. "I’m getting near—ah!"

The world lurched.

Light swallowed everything.

Before I could even curse properly, the ground vanished beneath my feet and I was suddenly standing upright, disoriented, in front of a closed door.

"What—hey!" I shouted. "My daggers! I need those to craft at least one decent—"

I stopped mid-complaint.

There was a nameplate on the door.

Player Extra

I stared at it, then slowly pointed at the door and looked at the floating system window.

"...Is this my room?"

[This space has been designated as your personal area. You may modify it as you wish. Furniture, expansions, and special facilities may be obtained using points. You may also invite other players using points.]

"...Huh."

I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Empty.

Not just empty—bare. Clean stone floors, plain walls, no furniture, no bed, no decorations. It felt less like a room and more like a blank slate waiting to be written on.

At least it didn’t smell like monster blood.

[Have a good rest, Player.]

The system vanished.

I closed the door behind me and exhaled deeply before lowering myself to the floor. Sitting never felt so good. The cool stone seeped through my clothes, grounding me as my heartbeat slowly returned to normal.

I glanced down at myself. Blood-soaked. Filthy. Reeking of Duneworm gore.

"...I’ll deal with that later."

Resting could wait. Instead, I pulled up my inventory.

The list was short—almost laughably so.

• Duneworm Teeth

• Makeshift Daggers

• Animal Hides (Goblin Village)

• Twigs

I tilted my head, considering.

"This would’ve been easy if the system shop were here," I murmured. "Guess we’re doing this the old-fashioned way."

I laid everything out in front of me, arranging the teeth by size and curvature. Some were too large. Others too brittle. But a few—those were just right. Dense. Sharp. Durable.

I snapped off excess wood from the makeshift daggers, repurposing the handles. Using twigs and animal hide, I began binding the teeth into place, tightening the wraps carefully, reinforcing weak points, adjusting balance by feel alone.

Five hours had passed as I finally stopped moving when my hands refused to cooperate anymore.

[You have obtained: Master in Crafting — Level 01]

I blinked, then let out a tired laugh. "Huh. Figures."

Another window appeared almost immediately.

[Would you like to open your profile?]

That made me pause.

Of course it would do that.

Just like I had written it.

This world was built on the bones of a famous open-world RPG. Perform certain actions—fight enough, craft enough, explore enough—and the system would reward you with bonuses that made no sense by real-world logic. Skills, levels, mastery paths.

There were community chats for worldwide communication.

Party systems for forming groups.

Messenger functions for private conversations.

Player profiles that could be customized—or locked down completely.

Auction houses.

Buy-and-sell shops.

It had all the bells and whistles.

Too many, if I was being honest.

"Yes."

[I’m sorry. Personal profiles and advanced functions are locked. These features will become available after reaching the required level.]

"...Then why ask," I said slowly, irritation creeping into my voice, "when you weren’t going to show it to me anyway?"

The system didn’t even pretend to feel bad.

[For now, you may access Community Chat and Messenger.

Community Chat allows communication with players worldwide.

Messenger allows private messages between players.]

I stared at the text for a moment then dismissed it. "No thanks."

I had no interest in seeing how everyone else was doing. No interest in chatter, boasting, or panic. Right now, all I wanted was to shut my eyes and let my body recover.

I lay back on the cold stone floor and slipped my daggers into my inventory. Only then did I let my arms fall limply to my sides. The surface was hard, pressing into my aching muscles but despite everything, I slept peacefully.

I couldn’t tell how long I slept but at some point, I dreamt that I was falling through open air. The sensation was so vivid that I let out a gasp from my throat—

And then—

Thud.

I landed hard on my butt.

"Ow—!" I sucked in a sharp breath, fully awake now, hands bracing against unfamiliar ground.

[Time left before next level: 00:00:00]

I stared at it, then scowled.

"Why didn’t you just wake me up?" I snarled immediately, irritation flaring as I rubbed my sore backside.

The system responded far too calmly.

[I attempted to alert you using ten different alarm sounds. You failed to respond to all of them. As per protocol, you were forcefully transferred to the next level. I even considered the possibility that you would not wake up here. Surprise surprise.]

"...Wow," I muttered flatly. "You sound almost disappointed."

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself up, finally taking a look at my surroundings.

Water.

Endless water.

I was standing in the middle of an island.

————————————

New Objective: Survive for 15 days.

Players will be ranked based on overall performance. Rewards will be distributed accordingly.

Failure will result in consequences.

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I frowned at the last line.

"Consequences," I repeated. "You’re not going to tell me what those are, right?"

[Why? Are we that close?]

My eye twitched. "...Fine. You stingy system."

I turned away from the floating screen and started walking, boots crunching against the sand as I scanned the island for anything useful. If I was going to survive fifteen days, I’d need the basics first—food, water, shelter. Weapons I already had, at least in my inventory, but that alone wouldn’t carry me through a survival stage.

Just as I bent down to pick up a sharp piece of stone, the system chimed again.

[By the way, just a little hint. You might want to explore the caves. Valuable materials can be found there.]

Slowly, I straightened and stared at the screen with narrowed eyes. "...Why are you suddenly telling me this?"

The system didn’t answer right away.

[I just find you... amusing...]

My brow lifted. "...Oh?" A grin tugged at my lips. "Don’t tell me—" I leaned slightly closer to the screen. "Is it because I’m pretty?"

The system went silent.

[...]

"...Hey," I said, squinting. "Answer me."

The screen flickered once. [You’re the most delusional being I have ever encountered.]

"...Wow."

My good mood evaporated instantly. I scowled and waved my hand through the screen in an attempt to shoo it away. My fingers passed straight through the projection, meeting nothing but air.

"Tch. Rude," I muttered.

The screen vanished on its own, leaving me alone again with the sound of waves and rustling leaves.

My stomach growled loudly, the sound sharp enough to cut through the quiet rhythm of the waves.

"...Right," I muttered. "Food first."

I lifted my gaze toward the nearest cluster of coconut trees and picked the tallest one—if I was going to climb, I might as well get the most out of it—and wrapped my arms around the trunk.

The bark was rough beneath my palms, scratching my skin as I climbed. It wasn’t my first time doing something like this, but without enhanced stats, every movement demanded effort. My legs burned as I pulled myself higher, inch by inch, until the ground shrank below me.

Once I reached a stable spot, I paused and scanned the surroundings.

The island stretched out quietly beneath the fading sun. Dense foliage covered most of the interior, but near the rocky cliffs, I spotted it—a dark opening nestled between stone and creeping vines.

A cave.

Not large. Not dramatic. But unmistakably there.

"Good," I murmured. Shelter potential. Resources, maybe. Or danger.

I slid back down the tree, landing with a soft thud on the sand, then headed toward the cave cautiously. As I got closer, I slowed my steps, listening carefully.

Nothing.

"It’s small," I noted. "Manageable."

Before committing to it, I turned back toward the coconut tree. Priorities. Water came first.

I climbed again, this time faster despite my fatigue, and reached up to grab a ripe coconut. With a sharp twist and a bit of brute force, it snapped free. I tossed it down, watching it thud safely into the sand below, then jumped down myself, knees bending to absorb the impact.

I picked up the coconut and cracked it open against a rock with a practiced motion.

Clear liquid spilled out.

I brought it to my lips and drank deeply, the cool coconut water sliding down my throat, instantly easing the dryness there. Relief spread through my body almost immediately.

"...That’s better."

It wasn’t a full meal—not even close—but it would keep me hydrated. And right now, that mattered more than anything.

With that taken care of, I got to work.

I gathered long palm leaves and flexible branches, snapping them down and bundling them together. Dry grass and soft leaves were scattered across the island floor—perfect for padding. As I worked, my senses stayed sharp, constantly checking my surroundings.

While setting up near the cave, I spotted movement in the grass—small, quick shapes darting through the undergrowth. Hares.

"Sorry," I whispered, already moving.

Without enhanced speed, it took patience and timing, but eventually I managed to catch two of them using improvised snares made from twisted vines. It wasn’t elegant, but it worked.

By the time the sky darkened and stars began to peek through the clouds, I had a simple bed laid out—layers of leaves and palm fronds arranged carefully near the cave wall. Crude, but functional. Nearby, my catches lay ready to be prepared later.

I straightened up and looked over my work. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Shelter. Water. Food.

Not bad for the first day.

I exhaled slowly and glanced toward the cave’s shadowy interior.

"Tomorrow," I said quietly, "I’ll explore every cave I find."