I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Chapter 156

As Gusion approached his mentor’s office, he took a moment to gather his thoughts, preparing for whatever scolding Professor Orion might have in store for him. However, before he could even knock, the door swung open, and Professor Orion yanked him inside with an excited look.

"So? How did it go? What happened between you and Remillia?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with eagerness, as if he were waiting to hear about some grand adventure than the missions he went through.

"Nothing happened. We just talked, that’s all," Gusion replied, taking a seat and trying to appear nonchalant, though he couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face at the mere mention of her name. His gaze drifted to the pouches in his lap, filled with the delicacies she had prepared.

Professor Orion leaned in as he suspiciously stared at his apprentice. "Then why are you smiling? And what’s that you’re holding?" he asked, clearly unable to hide his curiosity.

"It’s a gift from Remillia," Gusion said, popping one of the treats into his mouth. The flavor burst forth—sweet strawberries. He can’t help but remember the scent of her again.

The professor’s face shifted from excitement to a pout of jealousy. "Really? Then let me have the other one!" he exclaimed, moving with surprising speed to snatch the remaining pouch. But Gusion was quicker, and the pouches floated just out of reach, keeping them safe.

"You can’t," Gusion replied, savoring another bite. "This is only for me."

"Why you!" Professor Orion declared, exasperated, as he grabbed a nearby book and hurled it toward Gusion.

In a swift motion, Gusion dodged and made a beeline for the door. "I just came to check on how you’re doing," he said over his shoulder, smirking. "I still have to go somewhere. Bye, mentor!" With that, he closed the door just in time to hear the book thump against the wood behind him.

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The class festival finally came to an end this afternoon, and despite the competitive spirit that had fueled the event, there was a buzz of excitement in the air as the results were announced.

Our class had clinched first place, as expected, given that it was filled with top-ranking students. However, it wasn’t a landslide victory; the competition was fierce. Other classes had racked up significant points in non-combat events—singing, dancing, cooking, swimming, and more—leading to a nail-biting finish. The difference between first and second place was only about 50 points, which felt both exhilarating and humbling.

Despite the close call, our class celebrated our victory with a big after-party, generously sponsored by Edge Killian.

Of course, I participated this time since my friends warned me that they would simply come to my dorm and crash there if I refused. At least this way, I could maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

When I arrived at the party, the lively atmosphere hit me instantly. Music was pulsing through the room, laughter echoed off the walls, and students were scattered about, enjoying themselves. I just wanted to meet my friends, mingle for a bit, and then slip away early to get some much-needed rest.

I wanted to just meet my friends, mingle with them a bit, and leave since I wanted to rest early.

But it seemed that my plan was promptly ruined.

"Look who’s here!" Christian shouted, piercing through the chatter and catching the attention of nearly every student in the room.

They turned, and in an instant, I was swarmed by cheers. "Remi! Remi! Remi!"

I tried to ignore them and quickly made my way to Christian’s table. "Keep it down, will you?" I pleaded as I sat next to him. He offered me a drink, and I accepted it with a grateful nod.

"If not for that last event you participated in, we would have lost to those arrogant Diaspora Class," Rex chimed in as he piled my plate high with barbecue.

Whitney took a sip of her beer and said, "We’re glad you came to join us."

"If I didn’t come here, you all would’ve been trashing around in my dorm already," I retorted with a roll of my eyes, and their laughter filled the air.

"Where’s Angela and Cypher?" I asked, suddenly curious about their whereabouts.

But just as I finished my question, I heard a sharp cracking noise—it was a fork snapping in two. I glanced at our table and noticed Edge sitting there, silently glaring at me. My stomach dropped; I nearly spat out my food in surprise. I turned to the others for assistance, but they were too engrossed in their own conversations and food.

Poking Rex’s shoulder, I repeated my question, "Where are Angela and Cypher?"

"I don’t care about Cypher," Rex remarked dismissively, "but I saw Angela heading toward the training facility earlier." He turned back to chat with the rest of our friends, leaving me to contemplate Edge’s dark mood.

My mind raced—Edge was probably in a foul mood because he knew Cypher and Angela were together. "Someone’s jelly," I muttered under my breath, unable to resist the urge to poke fun at him. This only served to emphasize his growing annoyance; the spoon he was holding also snapped in to two.

I decided to keep quiet, sensing that Edge was swaying on the edge of irritation—whether to shut me up or to kick me out completely. I could feel the tension radiating off him, and it wasn’t worth the trouble to push my luck further.

Just when I was beginning to feel unbearably bored, my smartwatch beeped, grabbing my attention. It was a file sent by Talon Mercenary.

"Perfect timing," I muttered to myself. I made a quick excuse to my friends and left the noisy party, feeling relieved. The excitement and chaos faded behind me as I headed back to my dorm.

Once I was in my room, I quickly booted up my laptop and opened the file attached with a picture of a man.

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Mission: Assassination

Goal: Eliminate Feliciano, he’s the right hand man of the head of Salvadore Mafia’s West Vulak branch

Location: Caballeni

Reward: 30,000,000 or an item of equivalent value

Additional Note: Feliciano is a notorious mafioso known for committing murder, rape, blackmail, and human trafficking. Rumors say that he is a Rogue

Completion Time: 10 days

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I had accepted their offer a while back, thinking it was prudent to have a backup plan in this unpredictable world. But now that I was about to dive into my first mission, isn’t this too hard?

"Salvadore..." I breathed, trying to comprehend what I was getting into.

"Are they trying to recruit me or to kill me?"

The Mafia in this world was not just a criminal organization; they were a web of deceit and power, far more complicated than anything I’d encountered before. The Catalyst had changed the landscape entirely; the balance of power shifted dangerously as monsters roamed free and government enforcement slowly fades away. The West Salvadore Mafia’s hold on Caballeni was almost absolute, rivaling that of a nation.

The right-hand man of a Mafia branch head had to be at least as strong as an Apex-ranked 5, no small feat for a newbie like me.

"A Rogue..." I muttered to myself, connecting the dots.

Rogues were cunning, skilled, and ruthless—they didn’t follow the rules, believing that might made right. Feliciano’s list of crimes was chilling, but it instilled a sense of purpose deep within me. If he was as twisted as the rumors suggested, then there would be no moral qualms in carrying out the order. People like him had to be taken down for the greater good.

Furthermore, "assassination" was likely my specialty. With a dagger as my primary weapon, I thrived on speed and stealth. I could dual-wield with precision, quickly dispatching foes before they even knew what hit them. In theory, that favored me well in this kind of mission.

In any case, I had no intention of rushing headfirst into danger unprepared.

The world outside of the Academy was the real wilderness—full of unforeseen dangers and lurking threats. The stakes were high, and I knew better than to take on a mission like this without being fully prepared.

Even though it was late at night, I activated my ability, Void Space1 and trained inside until I ran out of energy.

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The week after the Class Festival, a thick cloud of tension hung over the Academy. It was almost surreal; the lively spirit that had filled the halls seemed to evaporate overnight, leaving behind a desolate ambiance.

Students hurried between the training facility and the library, their faces drained and sleepy, the weight of impending exams pressing heavily on their shoulders.

Even the laughter and banter that typically accompanied team challenges were muted, as everyone settled into grim determination for the studies ahead.

As Tuesday rolled around, I found myself standing in front of the Academy’s Portal Station. My destination was Aeonia, since I need to get something there for my upcoming mission.

When my turn at the portal arrived, I was about to step inside when a cheerful voice called out to me. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"It’s nice to meet a star here!" exclaimed the portal supervisor, a warm grin spreading across his face.

I stopped and turned to face him, somewhat confused. "What? Are you talking about me?"

"Oh, yes! You’re dance is trending on the internet! Especially you! You have this vibe that makes everyone look at you!" he said enthusiastically, glancing over my shoulder as if expecting someone to join me. "By the way, where’s your partner?"

My performance is trending? "I don’t know where he is," I replied, my tone flat, surprised at the attention from someone I didn’t know.

"Aww shucks! I was hoping I could get an autograph and a selfie with you both," he added, clearly disappointed.

I politely forced a smile. "Don’t worry, once I meet him, I’ll make sure to drop by," I assured him.

"Thank you!" he said, his enthusiasm undeterred as I turned away.

Stepping into the portal, I couldn’t help but replay the situation in my mind. How on earth did we gain popularity from a performance that didn’t even earn us second place? It seemed absurd, yet here I was, being recognized as a ’star’.

As I emerged in Aeonia, I shook off the bizarre encounter, focusing instead on my objectives. Macaron landed on my shoulder since he also wanted to go with me so we finally went to Nocturna Agency.

An ability that allows the user to create a temporary, localized area of empty space around the user, effectively isolating the user from the outside world. This skill would be useful for the user to train in private, without distractions or interruptions, and to focus on perfecting her techniques.

Effect:

This consumes her Spectral Seal the longer she’s inside the Void Space