I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 118

Whitney was completely focused on her computer, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she finalized details for her newly established guild. She had long dreamed of creating a space where she could operate freely, without the restrictions imposed by others. Now, with the Emberflame Guild posted on the Scarlet Phantom website, she felt an exhilarating sense of accomplishment.

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With one important task completed, Whitney’s thoughts shifted to another pressing matter: Remillia’s past. The situation had become increasingly slow, and she couldn’t allow herself to rely on her lazy uncle to handle things. It was time to take matters into her own hands.

As she pondered on her next steps, her smartwatch buzzed insistently. The familiar alert flashed across the screen: Incoming Call from Sir Ivan. Thinking it was probably something trivial – a quick chat or an update on the guild program – she answered without hesitation.

"Sir Ivan, is there a problem?" Whitney asked, her voice laced with a hint of concern.

{Ummm, Miss Whitney this is about Remillia.} He hesitated for a while before letting it all out. {It looks like Kian messaged Remillia on his own. Kian is saying he didn’t mean it that way, but Remillia is saying she’s quitting the program because of him although she didn’t say the person’s name but I know that she’s pertaining to Kian....}

Her head throbbed in frustration. Just when she thought she could focus on her guild and get things rolling, another problem appeared.

"Thanks for informing me, I’ll hang up now."

As soon as she ended the call, irritation surged through her. Seriously, that ignorant fool! Was Kian trying to annoy her on purpose? All her efforts to please Remillia to bring her into the guild were being undermined by his careless action.

The last bit of patience she had for Kian’s antics snapped completely. He had been a thorn in her side for too long, always ready to criticize her for every little thing, but she had held her tongue because of his skills. She knew he would eventually come under her leadership, so she avoided being hostile, but this was absolutely unforgivable.

"I didn’t want to resort to this..." she muttered under her breath, her mind racing with a mix of emotions.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to do next. This method felt foreign to her, and just thinking about it made her cheeks burn, but she could no longer allow Kian’s recklessness to threaten her plans for Remillia.

With a long sigh, she dialed a familiar number, one that filled her with both dread and hope. The phone rang, and the receiver picked up almost instantly.

Whitney sweetened her tone as much as she could.

"Dad~? Are you still awake~?"

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The next morning, Kian found himself sitting in the office of the vice president of the Royal Dominion Guild, his palms sweating slightly as he tried to process the situation unfolding. Ivan had already spoken to him about last night’s incident with Remillia, and Kian felt an overwhelming sense of anger and injustice boiling within him.

"Vice president, I swear I didn’t do anything wrong! Why was I suddenly called here?" he exclaimed, leaning forward in his chair.

The vice president looked at him with a mixture of concern and disappointment. "Is it true that you messaged Miss Remillia?"

Kian squirmed in his seat, confusion washing over him. "Yes, I messaged her last night but—"

"So you admit it? How did you even get her number?" The vice president’s eyes narrowed, waiting for an explanation.

His frustration mounted. "It just happens that I have a friend who works at the Academy as an instructor! I asked for Remillia’s number..." His voice trailed off as he saw the vice president’s expression shift to something more disapproving.

The vice president let out a long sigh, exasperated sigh. "You should have gotten her number personally—it’s more professional."

"B-but I didn’t even threaten her in any way!" His voice started to rise, the frustration threatening to overtake him. "She must have misunderstood my message considering how short my text was!"

"Then why were you trying to talk to her privately?" the vice president probed, his tone sharp.

He stumbled over his words, muttering hesitantly, "...I-I just wanted to talk to her about letting her apply for an intern scholarship."

The vice president’s expression hardened. "Well, the president is still going to have a private meeting with you."

He felt his heart drop. "Oh come on! Vice president, please spare me just this once!" He leaned back in his chair, desperately searching for a way out of this mess.

The vice president looked at him with pity but stood firm. "I can’t do anything about it. It’s a direct order from our president, so you need to go back for now."

Kian’s frustration reached a boiling point, and he made one final attempt to save himself. "You also know that kid really isn’t up to our guild’s standards! She’s almost at the bottom-ranked, for heaven’s sake! Even if she’s rank 1 in theory, she wouldn’t even be here without her connection to Whitney! A mere cadet shouldn’t be allowed to interfere with a guild’s decision!"

While part of Kian’s argument rang true, it was laced with venom that didn’t go unnoticed. The vice president shifted in his seat, his face showing a flicker of unease. Kian’s words struck a chord; even he had his doubts about how a rank 925 cadet like Remillia had been selected for such a prestigious program.

However, his doubts were erased by what President Wythe Owen said yesterday.

The vice president’s voice broke through Kian’s spiraling thoughts, "You still remember the monster—Hendera Rentem?"

"Of course, do I look like I have a memory loss?" Kian shot back, trying to maintain a defiant composure even as anxiety churned in his stomach.

"Then you also know that the one who provided the information about its weak point is hidden, right?" The vice president raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.

Kian nodded, but confusion clawed at him. He wasn’t sure where this conversation was leading. All data related to high-rank monsters was classified; only a select few had access to such information. Those who did were bound by a magic contract to maintain strict confidentiality.

"Come here," the vice president commanded, gesturing for Kian to approach him.

The vice-leader gestured with his hand. Kian slowly leaned onto the table, the vice president then whispered into his ear. Kian’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"...Is that true?" he asked incredulously.

"I speak no lies," the vice president replied, his voice firm but low. "Remillia is the one who provided that information."

Kian felt his mind race, the implications of this revelation striking him like a thunderbolt. "H-How?" he stammered, struggling to process the absurdity of the claim. "But she’s just a cadet! How could she possibly know about the Hendera Rentem’s weak point?"

The vice president raised an eyebrow, his demeanor shifting to a more explanatory tone. "Didn’t you say so yourself? That she’s ranked first in analysis. I’m sure she’s smart enough to deduce its weak points. There are also videos of capturing a Hendera Rentem. That’s likely where she must have based her findings."

As Kian considered the vice president’s words, he gradually began to calm down. It wasn’t entirely impossible for someone with Remillia’s analytical skills to dissect such information. He recalled what she wrote again on that piece of paper.

"I hope this will be a lesson to you. You can’t judge people just by looking at their ranks. Ranks can’t fully define everyone’s capabilities."

"...."

Kian fell silent, mulling over her words. ’Look who’s talking right now when I worked here for the first time, you specifically told us to reject anyone below those who are ranked 100....’ He only nodded, not daring to voice his thoughts for fear of further inciting the vice president’s wrath.

"So go now and silently accept your punishment," the vice president commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

"Yes sir," Kian replied, trying to suppress the swell of dread rising within him.

He knew it. It wasn’t a meeting but a punishment. Although the training the vice president referred to was meant as a form of improvement, a week of grueling sessions with an expert hero from the top 50 left Kian feeling both honored and terrified. The prospect of being a punching bag for the senior hero was daunting.

"F*ck..." he muttered under his breath, picturing the muscle pains that would surely torture him for a month after the training.

"Did you say something?" The vice president shot him a sharp glare.

"N-nothing, sir," Kian stammered, standing up and bracing himself to leave. "I’ll be on my way."

"I hope to see you change for the better next week," the vice president added, his tone somewhat softer yet still firm.

"...." Kian couldn’t find the words.

"This is better than staining your record," the vice president emphasized, his gaze unwavering.

Kian nodded, already mentally preparing himself for the torturous week ahead.

"Also, don’t even think about contacting her again," the vice president warned, his voice low and serious.

"I won’t, vice president," Kian replied, forcing a hint of bravado into his response.

"Good. You can go now."

Kian nodded again and turned to leave. Just as he grasped the doorknob, the vice president’s voice called out one last time.

"Make sure you apologize to her."

Kian sighed, the weight of yet another task settling on his shoulders. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered before stepping out of the office, closing the door behind him.