I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 125

He left the hall, escaping the guards who tried to follow him. Before he chased after Remillia, he activated his earring—a magical piece that had cost him 500 million Glacium at the last auction he attended. The earring granted him invisibility, erasing any sound he made, allowing him to move like a shadow.

He had no idea where she had gone, but his instincts told him to head down. He needed to know where she’s going or if she’s the one causing the incidents.

As he made his way down the corridor, he kept his senses heightened, aware of every flicker of movement. But contrary to his expectations, Remillia suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs, her expression tense and focused.

"Sh!t!" He got surprised, almost colliding with her in his haste. Instinctively, he ducked behind a nearby wall just in time to avoid being seen. His heart raced as he pressed himself against the cool stone, straining to listen.

Peeking around the corner, he watched as she glanced over her shoulder, seemingly scanning the area before continuing on her way. He held his breath, anxious that she might have sensed him following her.

’This girl’s senses are scary.’

Though she was still adorned in the same elegant dress, she now wore a mask that concealed her entire face. She ascended the central staircase with unhurried, balanced steps.

He deliberately slowed down his steps then chased after her using the emergency staircase, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.

He followed her until they arrived at the rooftop, but he halted as he saw her facing the heavy steel door. He knew well that Velvet Grotto’s rooftop was restricted territory. Only staff could access this area for repairs and maintenance.

Eagerly, he moved closer, listening intently. He could hear the faint sound of her attempting to open it—click, clack. But the door did not budge.

Without the key, that door would remain solidly shut, and with strict security protocols preventing weapons from being brought into Velvet Grotto, Remillia couldn’t simply break the door with tools. Frustration began to build within him as he considered giving up spying on her, but just then, he heard her sigh and watch as she slipped something onto her finger.

When Ezekiel took a closer look, he realized it was a simple and ordinary ring.

The hell? What’s a ring gonna do in this situation? he thought, skepticism creeping in.

But Remillia’s next movements quickly captured his attention. She positioned herself with an intensity that surprised him, bracing her body as if she intended to strike the door with her fist.

’There’s no way that’s going to work,’ he thought. The door was a solid construction of mana tungsten. It was designed to withstand immense force and magical energy—how could a mere fist, even adorned with a ring, possibly make an impact?

That’s it. I give up—

In a swift motion, Remillia unleashed a soft punch against the door.

KREEEEEEEK!

A thunderous vibration erupted.

The sound shattered the air, a thunderous vibration erupting from the point of impact. Ezekiel flinched at the violence of the noise, his heart racing in disbelief. He braced himself as the floor beneath him trembled slightly, echoing the sheer power of her strike.

In the next moment, he found himself at a loss for words. It was as if his brain stopped functioning.

The iron door which has been struck by a fist, looked as if it had been struck by a wrecking ball, deeply dented and barely hanging on its hinges.

’Was the ring full of mana?’

No, that couldn’t be right. Even if the ring can store mana, it’s impossible to store a lot of it.

But if it wasn’t magic, then what was it? How could she have broken a door made of mana tungsten with only her strength?

’How?’ His knees buckled, and he dropped to the floor, trying to comprehend the impossible situation.

"Kyaah!"

However, a bigger disturbance and screaming rang out from below at the same time.

He quickly snapped out of his daze.

"What’s happening right now?"

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{I have confirmed Underwood’s hidden documents. The item currently displayed in the Crystal Veil Hall is the real one.}

Hearing this report, Shadow Society’s leader, Yogen, grinned. He was currently sitting alone in one of the balcony watching the woman yapping about her creation.

"It doesn’t matter what these weaklings do, the result is all the same."

Even Yogen hadn’t expected that Underwood Corporation showcased their genuine priceless crystal and highly sought weapon. But knowing Underwood’s leader, Sana, she couldn’t resist the astronomical profit of presenting the real deal and because of her insatiable greed for money, she decided to go for it.

’Arrogant as ever.’

Of course for them, it was the perfect time.

Velvet Grotto, known as the infamous mountain only for the so-called upper class. Entry was strictly controlled, and since the mountain channeled magic power, artificial portals couldn’t be created.

However...

We simply developed an aircraft that was undetectable by any kind of aerial sonar. In other words, it was invisible in the sky.

"Execute the plan."

Yogen commanded, and immediately, a dense black fog began to rise beneath his feet. The VIPs in the hall seemed oblivious, thinking it was just part of the evening’s entertainment, but the blood-curdling screams that erupted quickly shattered that illusion.

"Ack!"

"H-help! Aaah!"

"Noo-ck!"

As panic set in, the VIPs lost their composure and sprang to their feet.

"What’s happening?!"

The sharp screams spread like wildfire, and chaos enveloped the entire hall. Countless guests scrambled to escape, trampling each other in their frantic rush. In their sheer desperation, they showed no regard for anyone but themselves.

’Selfish creatures indeed,’ Yogen thought with a smile as he listened to their screams. He always welcomed fear and chaos. He likes to relax as he enjoyed what he created to what he deems as one of his masterpiece. It was all unfolding just as he had envisioned.

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The fifty elite-ranked members of the Shadow Society quickly sprang into action. They blocked off every pathway leading from the stage, ruthlessly dismantling security. In their wake, they left a trail of carnage, showing no mercy to anyone in their path—security guards and civilians alike were slaughtered without hesitation. What had once been a prestigious hall erupted into a scene from hell, chaos reigning everywhere, and at the forefront was Adrian. He was a low-ranked Rogue who was on the Wayward Alliance wanted list.

As he moved through the turmoil, he was drawn to a woman’s frantic cries for help.

"Please help me! I need protection right now! Where are the godd@mn heroes when I need one?!" Sana was shouting hysterically trying to attract Heroes to protect her.

His only goal was to grab the crystal but his patience wore thin. With a swift motion, he gagged Sana, silencing her ear-piercing screams while he let his underlings deal with the heroes that came to help. Then, he swiftly snatched the glass casing with the crystal inside it.

Just as he turned to make her escape, a tall figure emerged from the smoke-filled hall. "S-stop there. Rogue. Me. A high-ranked Hero, Matteo Afferbalch. Drop. Case." His Eldorian was clumsy, but his intent was crystal clear.

Adrian only stared at him. As much as he wanted to fight with him, mission comes first. He needed to give the crystal to their leader first. So with a flick of his wrist, he hurled a smoke bomb at Matteo’s feet.

The Hero sneered. "What a pathetic diversion." He lunged forward, his hand closing around Adrian’s neck. But he had already vanished, his body dissolving into multiple clones. When the smoke cleared, ten miniatures of Adrian stood before him.

Matteo’s eyes narrowed while he prepared himself to fight all the clones but instead of swarming to him, the clones suddenly split up in all different directions trying to run away from him.

"L-little bastards," Matteo muttered, his frustration palpable. The chaotic scene spun around him as he weighed his options. The decision weighed heavily on his mind as the ten mini Rogues darted away. He had to think fast; every moment lost was another step further away from catching the real target. With a deep breath to steady himself, he zeroed in on one of the smaller Rogue clones and took off, pursuing it through the smoke and chaos.

Meanwhile, Caleo was silently observing Adrian and Matteo’s fight just now. When Adrian split up and ran away, he began to walk at the opposite direction where Matteo ran.

On the opposite side of the hall, a Rogue emerged, poised to strike at a nearby unguarded figure. In a blur of movement, a man darted in, swiftly intercepting the attack. With a forceful grip, he seized the Rogue’s wrist, and within three heartbeats, the Rogue was left writhing and bleeding from every hole of his body, his life extinguished before he could even comprehend his fate.

Sky cast aside the lifeless body as if it was nothing, His eyes quickly swept the immediate area, searching for any weapon to use. Spotting a sword abandoned on the floor, he picked it up and began to wield it with precision, cutting down any remaining Rogues that dared approach him as he forged his way toward Angela’s group.

As he made his way, he heard a familiar voice call out to him. "Sky!" Angela and her friends rushed toward him, ready to obey what he would tell them to do.

Without a word, Sky tossed the bloodied sword over to Cypher, who effortlessly caught it.

Sky smiled at them. "Think of this as your training. Now shall we fight?"