I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 122

Spectators gathered around table 7, the atmosphere was buzzing with amazement as they witnessed Remillia’s unstoppable luck. Other players had left, feeling defeated and disappointed, unable to withstand the relentless string of victories she was racking up. When new players dared to join, they too quickly exited with tails tucked, or merely gaped in astonished disbelief before sidling away from the table. The only players that are still sitting there are Remillia, Edge, Angela, the foreigner and four of his minions.

"You witch! Can’t you look at your cards for once? How can you be so confident?!" the guy to my left hounded, his irritation bubbling to the surface.

"Because I’m pretty?" I shot back with my sweetest smile, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

For a moment, he was rendered speechless, stunned by looking at my face. His face flushed an amusing shade of red, but almost comically, he shook his head as if trying to clear it, pulling himself back into the game.

’Woah... Is this another ability of mine? What should I call it?’

The familiar voice of the System chimed in, but it was full of sarcasm. [Idiot. You’re just pretty, that’s all.]

’I know that already. Isn’t there something new on my face?’ I thought, half-amused.

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’System?’

The silence stretched on until eventually, a reluctant response followed. [How shameless...]

’What did you say?’

When I didn’t hear another word from the System, I glanced at the foreigner. His expression was like thunderclouds rolling in.

My heart danced with mischief; I was barely containing my glee. After all, I had just pulled off a heist of my own, stealing away a staggering sixty-five million Glacium from the players he scammed and cheated. I could only imagine how furious I would be, too, if a random kid like me suddenly barged in and disrupted everything.

The foreigner’s jaw clenched tighter, the muscles in his neck taut with frustration. I could see the gears in his mind turning, calculating his next move, trying to regain control of the situation. Each flicker of anger only increased my satisfaction. He believed he had orchestrated a flawless scheme, pulling the strings behind the scenes, only to have me waltz in and snatch it all away.

"Do you really think you can just win by sheer luck, dollique?" he finally growled, his voice low and dangerous. The subtle crack in his composure hinted at frustration bubbling beneath the surface, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

"Oh, but isn’t luck just part of the game?" I replied, tilting my head ever so slightly, feigning innocence. "Besides, it’s not my fault you underestimated me, faltorim." The foreigner’s anger flickered as the word rolled off my tongue.

His face fell then laughed absurdly, surprised that I know his language. "You knew all along, dollique." For a brief moment, his eyes zeroed in on my necklace, acknowledgment of its significance flashing across his expression. Then, his demeanor softened, and he offered a disarming smile. "What if we bet something different this time?"

I immediately knew his intention so I stood up grabbing all the chips I’ve won. "Pass. I don’t have anything with me to bet on," I glanced back at Angela and Edge. "We should play a different game; I’m getting bored here."

"I was about to say that," Angela agreed, a playful grin spreading across her face. She looked at Edge, her laughter mixing with the excitement in the air. "Let’s go find a game where you’re good at."

Just as we turned to leave, his voice rang out, urgent and desperate. "Wait, no! Come back! Let’s change the bet!" Obviously, he’s not letting me walk away after winning all his money.

As we continued on our path, he erupted into a full-blown scene, his anger spilling out uncontrollably. "She’s a cheater! A scammer!" His words echoed through the room, drawing the collective attention of players and onlookers.

A smile appeared on my face. ’How typical for a sore loser,’ I thought. He was the one thwarted by his own arrogance.

Thankfully, the guards arrived just in time and swiftly subdued him. "You’re making a scene, and your behavior is unacceptable." One of them strictly said. "Escort him out."

The foreigner was still shouting until he was kicked outside, "Why am I the one being escorted?! That witch is a cheater! She rigged the whole game!"

The tension dissipated, and the murmur of the crowd returned to a normal buzz. I turned back to my friends, a grin still plastered on my face. "So do you want to play more?"

Angela shook her head, her smile fading slightly. "No, I think I’ve had enough. I’m gonna go rest in my room. See you later, guys." Just like that, she turned and slipped through the crowd, disappearing from view.

I glanced at Edge, who was still gazing after Angela, lost in thought. Should I ask him if he wanted to join with me play? Nah, he was likely just going to dampen my mood. But politeness won out in the end, and I opened my mouth to speak. "How about y—" Before I could finish my sentence, he turned away and left without saying a word.

And just like that, the spark of excitement I had felt moments before faded. Great. Just great. He completely ruined my mood. I exhaled a sigh, my thoughts spiraling toward disappointment.

Maybe I should just head back to my room. But as I turned around, the dazzling display of casino tables and slot machines caught my eye.

Ka-ching! Ka-ching!

My hands itched with the urge to play. Maybe just one more game wouldn’t hurt. I made my way to one of the nearby slot machines, settling onto the plush seat. I pulled the lever, bracing myself, and in an instant, the machine erupted with sound, a loud ringing indicating I’d hit the jackpot!

Coins poured forth, spilling endlessly down like a shimmering waterfall. It felt almost surreal as I called over one of the attendants to bring me a bag for my winnings. I could barely contain my excitement; the earlier disappointment ebbed away, replaced with a thrill that coursed through me.

I tried almost all of the games and won a staggering total of 3.3 billion Glacium. I was on top of the world and could have played forever but I remembered that we still have an event to attend to so I looked at my watch and it was almost 5 PM. I still need to change so I went to the counter to convert my money and left the casino.

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6:30 PM

Even though the event hasn’t started yet, Crystal Veil, the largest luxury hall, was already filled with people. Adorned in luxurious clothes, they were all members of the upper class, mingling in an atmosphere brimming with sophistication and luxuriousness.

Other than Remillia and Caleo, the rest of the members are already there.

Suddenly Whitney’s voice cut through the buzz as she pointed toward the entrance. "Remi’s already here."

Angela was about to make a snide comment, "Why is she always la—" but her words faded away as all eyes were drawn to Remillia.

She was wearing a stunning baby blue evening dress that cascaded beautifully to the floor. The dress featured a tasteful sweetheart neckline, accentuating her collarbones.

Her hair was beautifully tied up in a sophisticated bun, strands of silky hair cascading down in gentle waves that framed her face.

As she moved through the crowd, her presence seemed to command attention without intent. Those around her paused, men whispering compliments and women staring at her with jealousy as she glided past them.

The male club members nudged each other, utterly entranced by Remillia’s stunning transformation. Their eyes shone with admiration, and hushed whispers filled the air. "She looks even more breathtaking than before."

"Damn, who cares if she’s a witch at our academy? At least she’s a beautiful witch," one of them remarked, a smirk on his face.

"Seriously! Compared to the other girls, they look more like witches even with all that makeup on," another added.

"Too bad, she’s already taken," one of them lamented, rubbing the back of his neck as if to shake off the frustration.

"Yeah, I know. I have no chance if she’s with Caleo," someone else chimed in, a hint of resignation creeping into his voice.

"What do you mean? She’s with Cypher!" another interjected, a glimmer of disbelief in his eyes.

"Are you blind? She’s clearly together with Caleo. Haven’t you seen their interactions a while ago?"

The boys began to bicker, their competitive spirits ignited, each one trying to one-up the other in their assessments of Remillia and her romantic affiliations.

Suddenly, a chill drifted through the air, catching them off guard. Feeling a cold presence behind them, they turned slowly and were met with the dark glare of Cypher. His expression was menacing; it was as if hidden daggers were aimed directly at them.

"Uh-uhm, I think I heard my name being called there. Bye!" one boy stammered, giving a nervous laugh and quickly left the scene.

The others slowly began to scatter away from Cypher, who remained rooted in place, glaring daggers at their retreating forms.