I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 124

With forced cheerfulness, I placed a hand on his shoulder, pretending to be friendly, but I applied a bit more pressure than necessary, trying to convey silently that he needed to introduce himself. Yet, he only gave them a cold stare. It’s obvious that he won’t bother talking to them.

Whitney, the most socially adept among them, greeted him awkwardly. "Umm, it’s nice to meet you, Sir Cross." The other three bowed out of respect considering he is a high ranked hero.

I laughed awkwardly, desperately trying to ease the tension that had settled in the air, especially since Kairos refused to engage. ’Does he have a personality disorder? He was fine just moments ago!’

"Right, this is Angela Forbes, Whitney Owen—"

"No need with the introductions. I already know who they are since almost all the guilds wanted to recruit them," Kairos interrupted coldly.

Just like he said, the four of them were already well known that it would be strange for anyone in this business to not know them.

Since they didn’t know how to interact with Kairos, the atmosphere became awkward, and they excused themselves to sit at another table, even though ours was still mostly empty.

I stood up, ready to excuse myself and join my friends at the other table, but as I turned to leave, I felt a sudden stop in my tracks. Kairos’s voice cut through the air, his tone low and smooth. "Where are you going?"

"To sit with..." Before I could finish my sentence, he cut me off.

"I think their table is great, what do you think?" His words dripping with a hint of amusement.

My eyes widened slightly as I realized what he was insinuating. He was warning me that if I went to sit with my friends, he would naturally sit beside me again. A surge of frustration rose up inside me, and I felt my face grow hot.

I closed my eyes, suppressing my anger. "I’m just stretching my legs; they’re sore from having to sit for a while," I said, trying to sound nonchalant about it.

However, I barely lasted five minutes before Kairos, sensing something was off, turned his gaze toward me. "Why aren’t you sitting down? Your feet would ache from having to stand so long."

I brushed it off, thinking he was joking, but a part of me couldn’t shake the lingering feeling that he might actually go through with it.

"5... 4... 3..." His countdown echoed in my head. I started to sweat, the weight of his words crashing over me—should I sit down or stay stubbornly on my feet?

"—1..." As the final number left his lips, I glanced up in alarm. In that split second, I could see the determination in his eyes, and as he stood up, I knew he was serious.

’He really isn’t joking!’

With a mix of reluctance and resignation, I finally sank back into my seat beside him.

"See? Much better," he said, settling back into his own chair, satisfaction evident in his tone. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks; I was clearly annoyed having to comply to his orders.

Just then, I heard a cheerful voice behind us. "What a surprise, you guys are here again." It was Sky, his smile wide as he squinted against the light before his gaze settled on Kairos.

At the same time, Kairos’s attention was drawn to him, and for a brief moment, the air seemed to thicken with unspoken tension. It was as if they were sizing each other up, two predators in the same territory, assessing one another’s strength and resolve.

"Who’s that?" Sky asked, his voice noticeably calmer, as he gestured toward Kairos with a nod.

Kairos didn’t respond, merely holding his gaze. Angela, sensing the awkward standoff, spoke up instead. "He’s our senior. Cross Valheim, elite-ranked hero. Apparently, he’s acquainted with Remillia."

"Oh, Lady Luck?" Sky said, his interest piqued. "I see she also has luck in meeting people." He paused for a moment, then added, "Well, I’ll take my leave now. I still have guard duty, so call me if anything happens."

"Okay, see you later, Sky," Angela replied, her demeanor shifting a little as she waved him off.

Sky withdrew easily, and as soon as he turned to leave, Kairos also stood up, his presence quickly filling the void he left behind. Before I could ask him where he was going or if he’d be back, he was already striding away, confident and aloof.

With him gone leaving me alone in the table, my friends finally joined me.

We were about to delve deeper into our conversation when the lights in the hall suddenly went out, engulfing us in darkness. A murmur of confusion swept through the crowd before giving way to a complete silence, broken only by the faint rustle of shifting chairs.

Then, the curtain covering the stage lifted with a dramatic flourish, casting a light glow over the area.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of heels echoed sharply against the hardwood floor, drawing everyone’s attention to the stage.

A woman appeared in the middle of the stage.

A woman stepped into view, radiating confidence. "Ladies and gentlemen, it’s great to have you here tonight. I am Sana, the owner of Underwood Corporation which specializes in innovative technology."

’Sana? Sana...’ I was trying to juggle my memory since her name is familiar in my novel. Did I write a character named Sana? It seemed plausible, but I quickly shrugged it off. Just a coincidence, maybe.

As I refocused on her, she delivered her opening remarks with a polished smoothness, her voice resonating through the hall. Then she directed her attention to the second-floor balcony, her tone elevating with excitement. "Before we begin, let me introduce to everyone Eldoria’s crown prince—"

Suddenly, the spotlight swung up, illuminating a figure I never expected to see in such a prestigious role. My heart dropped when I recognized him: Ezekiel Craine.

Seriously? Him? A nerd was a crown prince all along?

I blinked, staring at him in disbelief. His transformation was astounding; gone was the slightly awkward student I remembered from the academy. He stood tall, projecting an air of regality that complemented his princely attire. Dressed in elegant clothing that highlighted his refined features, he looked every bit like a prince. So why the hell would he hide his looks like this?

As I continued to take in the unexpected turn of events, my focus shifted back to the stage where Sana resumed speaking.

"Now, everyone, what is the power that forms the origin of all things? Mana! We all know that mana has no shape and can only be absorbed from our surroundings. In addition, our bodies naturally regulate this mana. If the mana within us depletes, it will regenerate over time, but it takes a while. This could leave you vulnerable, indicating to your enemy that you’re out of mana. But what if I told you that with the use of our latest and newest technology at Underwood Corporation, we are able to collect mana and trap it in a special glass casing?" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Sana’s voice reverberated through the hall, and a collective gasp swept through the crowd. The atmosphere thickened with intrigue, and I could see how captivated everyone was by her presentation.

"Imagine," she continued, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, "a world where you no longer have to rely solely on your body’s mana. With our mana collectors, you can store mana for later use. This breakthrough could change the way we live!"

As the viewer’s anticipation rose, a staff member wheeled a cart onto the stage with a large cloth covering its contents. The audience buzzed with speculation, their excitement notable.

Without delay, Sana lifted the cloth.

Without hesitation, Sana approached the cart and lifted the cloth, revealing a glowing crystal suspended within a glass casing. The light radiated from it, casting a mesmerizing glow over the spectators.

"I call it the Mana Essence," she declared, her voice filled with pride. "And this is the first prototype. The crystal you’re seeing right now is a compressed form of millions of mana particles, a tangible essence that can be harvested, stored, and ultimately utilized."

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Ezekiel shifted in his seat, the boredom gnawing at him like a persistent itch. He was only forced to come here because of his father; the king’s order.

Apparently, he still needs to do his duties as a royal member so he had no choice but to attends boring events like this. He’d rather read books than waste his time here doing nothing.

’I think this is enough of an appearance for me,’ he thought, preparing to rise from his seat. But just as he was about to make his exit, he noticed a shadow moving in the corners of his vision. He glanced over to the side of the VIP section, where a couple of figures seemed to blend into the darkness, their movements subtle.

At first, he dismissed it, assuming they were just guards. However, he soon realized that they were acting strange.

"Keep your eyes on them," he instructed his personal guards, his voice low but firm. "They’re acting suspicious."

The guards, trained and alert, immediately picked up on the change in atmosphere. A few of them descended the stairs, leaving just the minimum personnel stationed around Ezekiel.

It was then.

A person sitting in on the first-floor seat suddenly shot up.

Ezekiel’s heart raced as he recognized the figure that had rose from the first-floor seat. It was Remillia, a woman who had always seemed to have a knack for appearing where incidents occurred.

In that case, even now...

"Wait just one moment." He instructed the guards who are left by his side as he rose up intending to follow her.