I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 136

Adrian quickly threw another fierce punch at the punching bag, the sound of his fist striking the heavy material echoing through the empty training room. Each blow became a release for his pent-up frustration as he imagined it was Ezekiel’s face he was hitting.

He took a deep breath and stepped back, wiping sweat from his brow as he reached for his phone, the sudden beep of a new message pulling him from his thoughts.

{I need updates ASAP. Can you do your mission or not?}

His boss’s grumpy message flashed on the screen as Adrian’s jaw tightened. The mission he had been assigned—to injure or weaken Ezekiel—was supposed to be a straightforward job. Just enough to make Ezekiel take a break from his perfect life, to shake him out of his routine. With the cooperation of the Rogues acting as spies in the Academy, he had been confident it would be simple. Or at least it would have been if that annoying witch, Remillia, hadn’t been constantly hovering around him.

"Should I just kidnap her and confine her in my room?" he muttered to himself, frustrated by the image of her infuriating smile.

It felt like Remillia always appears the moment he tried to execute any part of his plan, derailing him time after time. Before class, she’d be there sharing a talk with Ezekiel. During class, she’d be sitting next to him, teaching him something and after class, they would stroll out together.

"Can’t she know her place?" he spat out as he shook his head, trying to concentrate on the punching bag again, but her face kept invading his thoughts. He had done his homework—literally. The girl had no family background worth noting and no ties to any influential supporters. So what made her think she could compete for the affection of someone like Ezekiel?

But that’s when understanding hit him. "...Wait." A flash of understanding sparked in his head, illuminating the dark corners of his increasingly frustrated mind.

Remillia was so obviously into Ezekiel—That much was evident from the way she looked at him; it was almost pathetic. It all made sense now. But more importantly, although Ezekiel didn’t openly react to her advances, Adrian could see the discomfort simmering beneath the surface.

Adrian couldn’t suppress a smirk at the thought. ’It was a one-sided love after all.’

There were countless ways to sow discord and chaos. He could whisper rumors, twist perceptions, all while maintaining his innocence. Why go for complicated schemes when he could simply just say things as he saw them and exaggerate things a bit? fгeewebnovёl.com

To do that... he would have to first get close to Remillia and Ezekiel.

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Friday’s lecture class – Domain Anomaly Analysis II.

"Starting next week, every squad will act as Conquerors and select a small-scale dungeon and do a presentation on the best way to conquer it."

As the professor laid out the details, a series of groans echoed through the classroom. It was as if the weight of the project had immediately settled on everyone’s shoulders. But despite the general unease, Hannah and Alena, sitting in front of me, turned around with smiles brighter than the fluorescent lights above.

"We believe in you Remillia," Hannah said, looking at me as if I was her savior.

"You can do this!" Alena chimed in.

They weren’t the only one who looked at me. Other cadets were also looking this way, especially me, with envious eyes.

"Have a good weekend," the professor concluded, and with that, the class was dismissed.

As we packed up our things, I gazed over at Ezekiel, who was methodically putting his notes away. The moment our eyes met, I was about to say something when Christian loudly shouted.

"Guys, there’s a squad leader meeting next Wednesday. Don’t forget to come to the auditorium if you’re a squad leader," and with that he left with Cypher and their squad..

I walked up to Ezekiel, "Zeke let’s go to the café first and discuss about what do with our project," I suggested.

But before Ezekiel could respond, someone spoke up, "Alright." I turned my gaze to the side. It was Adrian.

"Let’s go to the café," he continued, however there’s something different with him today.

He was really acting strange. He was almost... unnaturally cheerful compared to how he had been acting the last few days. I glanced sideways at him, noting the brightness on his face, and a flicker of suspicion sparked in me.

"Joshua... Did something happen to you?" I asked, tilting my head in curiosity.

He blinked, looking at me like I had just spoken in another language. "What are you talking about?" His gaze quickly shifted to Ezekiel, whose brow had creased slightly in confusion as well. "We don’t have time, Ezekiel, so let’s go before all the seats are taken there."

Before I could process his response, Adrian had stepped in energetically, herding the squad members like sheep eager for their shepherd.

What is he up to this time again? Did he set up a time bomb inside the cafe? Planning to blow us all to pieces?

Ten minutes later.

We finally arrived at the cafe so I quickly took a quick scan around our surroundings. From the rooftop seating to the students seated inside, it felt surprisingly normal. Yet a nagging sense of suspicion lingered in my mind as we stepped through the door.

We ordered our drinks and chose a table away from the crowd then started brainstorming our ideas. Once we finished, I questioned them again.

"So, you already know what your tasks are, right?" I asked, my fingers flying over the keyboard.

"Yup! Me and Alena will be in charge of gathering data such as the overview of the dungeon," Hannah chirped, her usual enthusiasm bubbling over.

I turned to Ezekiel, ready to hear what he had to say. But before he could utter a word, Adrian interjected him. "Me and Ezekiel are in charge of finding the mana composition of the dungeon."

"Great! Once you’re done, submit your findings to me so I can double-check and finalize it for our presentation. Any more questions?" I looked around the table, and they all shook their heads in unison.

"Send the files to me before our presentation," I added as they rose to leave, each bidding me goodbye.

Just as I was getting my things together, ready to head out, Ezekiel stopped me.

"Hey Remillia, can I talk to you for a second?" he said.

"Sure. What do you want to talk about?" I replied, curiosity piqued.

"Did the Gilded Sword contact you?" he asked, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Contact? Me?" I replied, blinking in surprise.

At that moment, Ezekiel slightly furrowed his brows.

Ezekiel hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. "Um, a mail about the Gilded Sword Guild..." he replied.

"Wait, let me check," I said, tilting my head as I unlocked my phone and navigated to my emails. Countless notifications flooded my inbox; recruitment offers, invitations, and interviews flowed in like a torrent.

As I searched for the phrase ’Gilded Sword,’ I spotted an email nestled among dozen others and promptly deleted the irrelevant ones.

"There is an email sent to me. Sorry, I don’t check my email that often," I explained.

"They... emailed you?" Ezekiel’s voice contained an edge, an undercurrent of something I couldn’t entirely place—was it anger?

"Try reading it when you go home," he suggested, and that’s when I felt an odd tension in the air.

"I’ll just read it now,"I replied, curiosity filling me. I opened the email without waiting for his reply.

The contents didn’t sit well with me, especially the list of conditions. It was about a pre-contract offering me a salary of one hundred thousand Glacium with additional benefits.

"Can I take a look?" Ezekiel asked, inching closer as he caught sight of my reaction.

"Sure," I replied, shifting my phone slightly so he could see the screen. As he leaned in from behind me, his breath brushed against my shoulders and checked the content of the email.

His eyes scanned the contents quickly, but his reaction was immediate. "What kind of contract is... never mind, you can delete this," he said, his tone clipped.

Before I could respond, he was already retreating, rushing out of the café without even a proper goodbye. The abruptness of his departure left me staring at the door, stunned.

This was a side of Ezekiel I hadn’t seen before since I entered the Academy—a rare flash of anger darting across his features.

"...What, why is he so mad?" I whispered to myself, confusion swirling in my mind. Was it about the email?

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Sunday Night.

After an afternoon of studying and working on the dungeon presentation. I decided to take a break and indulge in something I loved: gaming. I settled into my comfortable seat, made a clubhouse sandwich, and settled in to watch Ezekiel’s gaming stream.

I had watched him play before, but I never got tired of it. Sometimes, I would comment in the live chat, offering advice or guiding him through challenging puzzles. The chat would erupt into a frenzy of comments, with some viewers begging me to stop and others defending Ezekiel as if he was their own child.

I smiled to myself as I scrolled through the comments, knowing that I was probably the reason for the commotion. Some viewers would get frustrated that I was "ruining" the game, while others appreciated my insights. I left the stream open as I went to take a shower, eager to come back and see how it ended.

However, when I emerged from my room, I found that the live stream had already ended. I sighed, feeling slightly disappointed that I had missed the conclusion. I decided to close my laptop and get into bed, cuddled Macaron for a bit and watched Dual Leveling for a bit.