Transmigrated as The Forgotten Extra-Chapter 115 The Assigned Tasks.

The crowds buzzed with activity as everyone was busy with their own business.

Cain noticed a man carrying a steel beam on his shoulder, breathing steadily as if he were carrying no weight at all.

In one room, a group had gathered; amidst the commotion, they were in a heated discussion, pointing at the terminals in their hands.

One thing that caught Cain’s attention about the group was that, despite the heated atmosphere, their expressions were sparkling like children excited over a new toy.

Perhaps, this was all thanks to the construction of this new civilization, which served as a symbol of humanity’s resurgence against the virus beasts out there.

"Follow me."

Cain’s mind snapped out of its daze when he heard the deep voice of the crimson-haired senior walking in front. Senior Helena, walking a step behind the man, spoke up.

"All of you, make sure your armor suits are equipped."

Cain immediately raised his left arm, staring at the small screen of his watch. With a tap from his finger, the black bracelet coiled around his right wrist trembled.

Slowly, the device spat out black nanoparticles, slithering like a serpent across his entire body and binding together to create a solid, powerful suit-armor immune to impact.

After the activation, the cadets resumed their walk, following the crimson-haired senior’s lead. Their footsteps echoed in every corner of the room as they traversed the long corridor.

Everyone remained silent, simply striding forward until they reached a strict security checkpoint as a mandatory requirement for setting foot outside the building.

"Next!"

One by one, Cain and the others were called by a guard standing near an airtight steel door. The guards, who wore identical uniforms while holding terminals, inspected the cadets’ identities before granting exit permits.

Once everything was cleared, one of the guards turned to his partner. The partner nodded and began to open access to the door in front of them, which hissed, exhaling cold air into the cadets’ nose filters.

Having successfully passed the first door, they entered a circular, tube-shaped corridor. The junior cadets flinched when they heard the door behind them close with a ’thud,’ which echoed not just in the room, but in their very ears.

Upon reaching the second door, the steel frame opened on its own, letting the murky, dry air from the outside world enter their filter mask, causing them to furrow their brows.

However, they couldn’t stay in one place, so they resumed their journey and stepped onto a flat, blackish ground with a faint red accent. Cain, who walked among the cadets, widened his eyes.

Compared to the crimson barren land he remembered, this place had healthier soil. He kicked the sand, making dust scatter into the air where it was swept away by the wind, and vanished without a trace.

’Impressive.’

The boy didn’t know whether the land in this area was naturally like this or had been restored by human intervention.

The first method was highly unlikely, considering that fertile land was a feast for virus beasts. They would suck the elemental essence dry until it turned into hollow, dying red dust. And if it’s the latter method, Cain couldn’t imagine the sheer sacrifice and effort required to achieve it.

’You did a good job, researchers.’

Offering a silent salute to the researchers who had fought on their specific battlefield, Cain continued following the seniors. They led him to a vast area filled with rows of military tents to accommodate the soldiers.

Cain was guided to the furthest and largest tent. But before entering, the crimson-haired senior stopped, turned around, and faced the other cadets.

"From here on, only the squad leaders are permitted to enter."

The senior pressed, his sharp blue eyes glancing toward Cain, though his expression softened the moment he looked at Senior Luna.

’You’re way too obvious, man.’

Cain exhaled, then exchanged glances with the silver-haired girl standing close beside him. Both nodded in unison before looking at their other comrades.

"We’ll go."

Rika, Abel, Louise, and Peter gave small nods.

After receiving his teammates’ consent, Cain and Luna entered the tent. As his hand pushed the thick curtain aside, the grey-haired boy raised his eyebrows.

The interior was quite spacious, seating more than 20 people. However, the atmosphere was heavy, thick with a tension wrapped in a fatigue that slowly choked their throats.

Cain glanced left and right; all he saw were workstations with glowing holograms. A never-ending ’beep’ sound came from the workers’ fingers as they stared at their screens; their faces were pale, like living corpses, with dark circles and bloodshot eyes.

One thing he questioned was the isolated desk at the far end of the room. He didn’t see anyone occupying the chair behind it.

"Pardon me, I’m here reporting to Commander Supreme!?"

Hearing that name come from the senior in front of him, Cain narrowed his eyes. He never imagined the person he was looking for was already so close. One of the workers sitting at his desk spoke up.

"Oh, you’ve arrived. Sorry, but the Commander is currently assisting at the front lines."

A man with dark green hair stood up from his chair, not forgetting to bring the terminal from his desk.

"The front lines? What’s happening there?" the crimson-haired senior asked curiously. But the man waved his hand, telling him not to dig any deeper.

That gesture stiffened the senior’s body like a statue. Cain peeked down and saw the senior’s hands clenching into tight fists.

’Good, such ambition. I don’t mind seeing you die out there, too. Hurry up, go!’

Clapping internally, Cain kept his expression still. To shift his attention away from the senior, he looked at the man who was swiping the terminal screen. Then, after a moment, the man began to speak.

"You’re Oliver, right?"

"Yes, sir." Oliver straightened his posture, stiff as a pole, and opened his mouth. "I have returned under the Commander Supreme’s orders to bring additional help."

The man only glanced at him briefly before moving his gaze to Cain and Senior Luna beside him.

"State your identity and class!"

Before Cain could open his mouth, Senior Luna placed a hand on her chest and answered.

"As you command. My name is Luna, a second-year cadet. I arrived with my comrades outside. We are awaiting your orders."

Seeing Luna’s action, Cain breathed a sigh of relief, as he wasn’t particularly good at formal etiquette.

’Lucky me.’

Then, in front of the man who stared at him with dead fish eyes, Cain placed his fist over his left chest and spoke.

"I’m a first-year cadet, Cain, along with my other comrades. Ready to receive orders."

His voice was flat, seemingly uninterested in the events unfolding around him. The two seniors reacted to Cain’s curt answer, looking at him with eyes wide in astonishment.

But it didn’t bother him; in fact, the man staring at him also let out a long sigh, a slight smile appearing on his dry lips.

In such a critical and dire situation, not many people were willing to volunteer to work in a foreign land full of cruelty and uncertainty.

The man likely understood this well; furthermore, the fact that adults had to ask youths for help made them feel like failures in maintaining their dignity as elders.

"Very well, wait a moment."

After confirming the cadets present, the man looked at the terminal screen in his hand. His fingers were a blur, typing rapidly, and a few seconds later, he looked up.

"Alright, Cadet Oliver, you and your team will remain in the same place: Distribution and Transportation."

Instead of answering, the senior looked down, both hands clenching hard. Due to his behavior, silence filled the room until the man’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

"What is your answer?"

The man’s voice was flat, devoid of any emotion, sending chills down the cadets’ spines. Oliver, snapping out of his daze, slammed his fist against his chest and roared.

"Yes! I will carry out the task well!"

Despite appearing enthusiastic, there was still dissatisfaction in Oliver’s intent, and the man ignored it, turning to Luna.

"Luna, you and your team will be assigned to Equipment and Weaponry. Ensure everything is ready for use and functioning optimally."

The silver-haired girl nodded while placing her hand over her chest. She raised her face to look at the man.

"Understood. We will strive to fulfill our duties."

Finally, the man turned toward Cain. He looked at the terminal in his hand and gave his order.

"Cain and team, you are assigned to Storage. Sort the items there based on the data, and report if anything is missing or lost."

"As you command."

’Sweet, my teammates will be safe.’

Upon hearing the mission assigned to him, Cain gently rubbed his chest; relief washed away the tension in his gut. But a moment later, his expression hardened as if something were gnawing at his insides.

His survival instinct, for some reason, kept ringing an alarm. A foreboding feeling loomed over his darkened mind. Was this just an overreaction, or...?

"Very well, head to your stations immediately, and remember, do not—"

At that moment, a warning alarm blared, its sound thundering through the sky. Cain clicked his tongue, his face twisting in displeasure.

’Curse it, I don’t like the sound of that.’

Cain turned his body to face the entrance. He could feel it—a tingling sensation that started from his frozen fingertips and spread to his heart.

’War is coming.’

That single thought appeared in his mind, awakening the fire that had been slumbering in his heart.