I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 169

"Fuck! Why is that witch bitch here again?! Retreat back inside!" the older woman urged her people in frustration, her voice barely containing her alarm.

But before anyone could heed the warning, another dagger flew toward the group and struck the woman’s right leg, embedding itself in her flesh.

The attack didn’t end there. A flurry of daggers shot through the air, darting silently out of the darkness. It was impossible to anticipate where they would land, the only clue being the whispers of wind that accompanied them.

One man tried to evade by listening for the telltale sound of their approach, but before he could react, a dagger found its mark in his stomach. He doubled over, groaning in pain as chaos erupted around them.

Whitney’s eyes widened as recognition washed over her. Those daggers—she had sold them to Remillia. That unmistakable style and color. She was sure it was the obsidiarite daggers.

"What the hell is going on?" Rex shouted, his heart racing as he witnessed the frantic scene unfolding before him.

In the confusion that followed the onslaught, the men encircling Cypher and the others hesitated, fear evident in their movements. Taking advantage of the moment, the group of students bolted, their instincts screaming for them to escape. They ran until they reached a safe distance from the city.

Once they had put a sufficient distance between themselves and the threat, they turned back to see the woman still leaning against the tree. Her presence was foreboding yet intriguing.

In a surprising display of grace, she raised her hands, and the daggers she had thrown earlier zipped back to her with a speed that left the group stunned. She stowed the blades in their sheaths, then slowly removed her mask.

As the half mask slipped away, her face was revealed, and the group stood frozen in shock.

"...What?" they murmured collectively, caught in a daze.

The woman before them appeared mature, her leather jacket accentuating her curves and rugged yet stylish pants.

"Remi?" Cypher finally managed to utter, disbelief coloring his voice.

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Panagsina (Five weeks ago)

I had been severely mistaken. My expectations of impending trouble were naive; I thought the chaos would begin the moment we arrived at the rest house. Instead, I found myself alone, separated from my friends in the same place but with a different atmosphere.

When I noticed that the surroundings had changed around me and my friends were nowhere to be seen, panic surged through me. I quickly called out to the system, seeking for answers.

[Oh, you’re here already.]

"What’s happening right now?" I asked, scanning the unfamiliar terrain, my heart racing.

[You just experienced a time travel moment. Exciting, right?]

"How come I am the only one here? What about the others? Are they safe?" I glanced around, searching for any sign of my friends.

[I don’t know what happened, but your friends will also be joining you here soon.]

"Can you explain why we travelled back into the past?" The gravity of the situation began to sink in.

[The ghost turned out to be a Rogue who is trying to rule over this place. He used a powerful curse to turn back time to change the past, but somehow, you and your friends stepped into the curse which caused the spell to be altered. This place you’re currently in is a parallel world, so anything you do here won’t affect the present.]

"Wow, I didn’t know you could fit those words on your screen," I remarked with a smirk.

[....]

"Hey, speak to me," I urged, a hint of playfulness in my voice.

[Is that all you have to say?]

"Why? Is there anything I should say?" I replied, raising an eyebrow at the screen.

[And here I was, worried for your well-being. I shouldn’t have informed you.]

I laughed at the system’s dry response. "Thank you for helping me. Always," I said, feeling grateful.

[Just a reminder: Panagsina is ruled by Rogues, so be careful.]

"Okay," I acknowledged, taking a deep breathe as I stretched my body and mentally preparing myself for what lay ahead. Being sent back before the others afforded me more time to make preparations, and I intended to use it wisely.

From the moment I arrived, I dove into action. I got busy on the first day, driven by the urgency of the situation. My mission was to gather as much intel as possible and figure out how to navigate this familiar yet strange world.

Eventually, I found myself at the edge of a city after navigating through thick woods. It was an imposing sight, but I hesitated to enter. The system’s warning echoed in my mind. For now, I needed to find a vantage point that would keep me hidden while allowing me to observe.

For the next several days, I dedicated myself to observing the city from a distance, carefully noting the patterns and movements of the inhabitants. It quickly became clear that the city was indeed ruled by a Rogue.

I didn’t want them to know my identity, so I made the decision to purchase a mask from the system shop. With my anonymity secured, I started executing a plan to attack the Rogue’s subordinates. My aim was to lessen their numbers and disrupt their routines, weakening their hold on the city.

Just like that, for the rest of the days, I lived alone. I tried calling out Macaron to accompany me but it cannot be allowed since I’m in a parallel world. So I tried chatting with the system but I guess it mute me out instead. It would only appear to me if I have quesitons or I need to buy something at the system shop.

Time trickled by, and after five long weeks, I saw them surrounded by those guys near the entrance of Panagsina Town Hall.

PRESENT

Today, I finally met with my friends.

Today marked the moment I had been waiting for: I finally reunited with my friends.

"Before we talk about our day," I said, my voice breaking the heavy silence that hung in the air, "let’s get out of here first." I gestured for them to follow as we navigated the dimly lit trails of Panagsina.

As we made our way to my makeshift shelter, I told them how I got here and ended up meeting them. Cypher, who had been quietly listening to my story, abruptly halted and turned to face me. His expression was serious, searching for clarity.

"That’s right— we’re in Panagsina of 2030. The Cataclysm happened only twenty years ago, so this place is like hell," I added, trying to maintain a light-hearted tone despite the grim news.

The gravity of my words sank in, and I watched as the rest of the group stiffened, eyes wide. Even Edge, known for his arrogant behavior, wore a grave look.

"Then how long have you been here?" Christian asked, his voice heavy with concern.

He must be curious because I have matured a lot for despite staying here for only five weeks. That was only because of this high mana enriched place.

"I can’t remember..." I admitted, a frown tugging at my lips. Though I wanted to fool them a little bit, probably because I almost got mad from no one to talk to.

"I think I lived here for five years already?" I threw out a playful smirk, trying to lighten the mood, but my attempt fell flat.

A heavy silence enveloped us. The soft shimmer of moonlight cut through the darkness, bathing my figure in a gentle glow, highlighting my features.

They stared at me, their expressions a mixture of confusion and concern, and I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle despite the heaviness of the moment. "Seriously though, I was just exaggerating. I’ve only been here for about five weeks."

"..." Their silence lingered, and I began to wonder if my joke had landed too far from the mark.

"Cheer up, guys," I smiled at them, trying to ease the tension. "As you can see, I’m still alive and well. Besides, I’ve been training and enhancing my skills here for a while now."

An awkward atmosphere persisted, palpably thick, but Edge, never the concerned one, leaned forward and asked, "So have you already found out a way out of this place?"

"Yes but I’m not sure yet," I replied. Although it’s thanks to the system giving me information

"Really?" Angela’s eyes widened, hope igniting in her voice.

"I’ll explain it later," I assured them, eager to get to my shelter and out of the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded us. "For now, let’s get to my place."

Soon enough, we arrived at my hideout—an abandoned building nestled deep within a nearby forest. The structure was crumbling and had clearly been neglected for years, but it was all I had, and without a second entrance, it served as a decent temporary shelter.

"Seriously, you live in a dump? Heck, it’s not even the size of my bathroom!" Edge exclaimed, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he took in the dilapidated surroundings.

"...Remi, did you spend five years here? With nothing around?" Cypher asked, genuine concern etched on his face.

"It hasn’t even been a year since I got here!" I emphasized once more, growing increasingly frustrated with their sympathetic gazes. If I had known they would pity me this way, I never would’ve made that joke in the first place.

"What are you even eating?" Christian interjected, glancing around with a hint of horror. "Don’t tell me you’re eating rats?"

"Most girls don’t even want to live in here, and yet you managed to stay in a place like this for years? You have my respect, witch," Rex noted, his admiration evident even amidst his disbelief.

Angela and Whitney stood outside, grimacing as they exchanged glances. It was clear they were debating internally whether or not to step inside. Given the state of the building, I couldn’t blame them; this was likely their first encounter with such an unkempt environment, where nothing but rocks, dust, and an array of cockroaches lay scattered across the floor.