I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 170

I sighed deeply as they continued to grumble about the state of my hideout. In a moment of exasperation, I rolled my eyes at their reactions. ’These spoiled brats,’ I thought, barely able to suppress my annoyance.

"This is only a front," I declared, stepping away from the dust and debris. "I figured it would make it harder for anyone to find me if they ever came looking."

I approached one of the large, worn-out cabinets that loomed against the wall, its wooden frame splintered but sturdy. With a decisive shove, I pushed it aside, revealing a hidden entrance behind it.

With a grunt, I revealed a hidden pathway. "This is where I really live," I announced, a hint of pride edging into my voice.

Stepping through the narrow opening, I led them into a much larger, cleaner space. It was well-lit by a few makeshift light sources I had managed to rig up, and the air felt less stale. A single tent, shelves that are filled with supplies—everything from food, tools and my weapons.

Because of my incredible luck, I had stumbled upon this hidden area during one of my explorations in finding a proper shelter. I had stocked it with all the necessary items I bought from the system shop.

"See?" I said, spinning around to face them, arms spread wide.

"There’s only one tent? Where should the others sleep?" Rex asked, eyeing the single tent warily.

"Don’t worry, I still have some extra tents," I assured him, lifting the flap of my tent and delving inside to grab a couple of items from my stash but actually, I called upon the system shop to buy two pocket tents.

Emerging from the tent, I carried two small bags to the center of my shelter. With a click of the buttons on top of it, the bags expanded and unfurled into two proper tents, each one popping up instantly and standing tall.

"Now we have two proper homes," I announced proudly.

"Do you think we can fit in there?" Edge remarked skeptically, eyeing the tents with a raised brow.

"You talk too much," I shot back. "Why don’t you check inside first?" I gestured for them to take a look.

I unzipped one of the tents, and they peeked inside. Their expressions changed into awe, eyes lighting up at the sight of the spacious interior.

"Whoa! What’s this?" They exclaimed in unison, clearly impressed.

The tents were called pocket tents—magical creations that appeared compact from the outside but were surprisingly roomy within. Each one could comfortably fit at least ten people, making our refuge feel less cramped and far more accommodating.

"Oh, before I explain what’s going on," I said, trying to escape their question. "How about we grab something to eat? Aren’t you guys hungry?"

Everyone except Edge looked at me with sparkling eyes, their mouths watering at the thought of food.

"Perfect! Let’s make this a feast," I said, quickly moving to the shelves where I had stored my cooking gear. I pulled out a portable grill, an icebox filled with supply, and several cooking utensils.

"Wait a minute," I added, a thought striking me unexpectedly. "Oh, but we’ll need to butcher it first." I motioned to a couple of wild rabbits I had managed to catch a few days prior.

"Are you serious?" Edge frowned, crossing his arms defiantly. "You expect us to, what, butcher those ourselves?"

I rolled my eyes, feeling irritation bubble beneath my calm facade. "Did I say that you’d do it?" I shot back, my patience wearing thin. Honestly, I was starting to hate this guy’s constant whining.

"Don’t worry, Remi, I’m good at stuff like this, so give that to me," Cypher offered, stepping in and grabbing the icebox in my hand.

I turned to my right. "Rex, you help Cypher too," I ordered, grateful for the support.

"On it," Rex replied without hesitation, stepping forward to join Cypher.

"That’s right, they should be the ones butchering," Edge taunted from the sidelines, a smirk spreading across his face.

Ignoring him, I moved back to the shelves and grabbed four empty five-gallon water jugs, thrusting them at Edge. "And you, go get water. There’s a stream just downhill from here," I commanded.

"You... What?" Edge glared at me, his expression clearly saying, ’How dare you order me around!?’

I could see the frustration building, but from experience, I knew exactly which strings to pull to get what I wanted.

"You don’t want to? Okay," I said breezily, turning towards Angela. "Hey Angela, can you and Cypher go fetch water instead?"

"Oka—" Angela began, her voice bright and cheerful, but Edge immediately cut her off.

"Did you not hear what Cypher said?" Edge interjected hastily. "He’s good at butchering, so stop pestering him."

He snatched the water jugs away from me and gave the two jugs to Angela "Let’s go."

With a swift motion, he snatched the water jugs out of my hand and handed two of them to Angela. "Let’s go," he said, his tone brooking no argument.

"We’re going to get water, right?" Angela asked him, genuinely enthusiastic.

"Yeah," Edge replied, who’s now acting like a puppy in front of Angela.

"Great, I was getting thirsty anyway," Angela noted, and the two of them walked off towards the stream, leaving the three of us.

"Hmph, why does it have to be Angela?" Whitney grumbled as she watched them leave. Her sulky demeanor was hard to miss, especially when I glanced over and caught her trying to tear a piece of grass in half.

I turned to Christian. "You and Whitney make some noodles when they come back with water."

"Okay~" Christian’s face lit up like a light bulb.

"...Noodles?" Whitney’s grumpy face transformed into hunger, her attentiveness piqued instantly.

"Yep! This is all I have right now." I rummaged through the shelves again and took out a few packs of noodles and giving it to them.

Since everyone was busy with various preparations, I, Whitney, and Christian took the opportunity to set up a burner, grill, and some camping chairs around our makeshift cooking area.

Christian yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "Oh right, um, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask. Why can’t I use mana or even my aura here?"

II leaned back, stretching my own muscles with a satisfying crack. "You can’t use the aura you brought from the present, but you will soon be able to harness mana from here. It will start accumulating inside you. However, you’ll have to adapt to it. The mana from this world is very different from what you’re used to."

I paused, making sure they both understood. "The post-Cataclysm mana has unique properties. It’s richer and denser, but at the same time, it’s more stubborn and difficult to wield. Everyone is going to have to endure a bit of discomfort until they acclimate," I explained, gauging their reactions.

But this is going to be a valuable experience for them in the future.

"Ah~ so that’s why," Whitney chimed in, her brow furrowing in thought as she processed the information. Rex nodded in understanding beside her, the initial confusion fading from his expression.

"I guess that makes sense," a voice cut in from behind us.

I turned to see Cypher and Rex finally returning, both settling down next to me.

"Are you done?" I asked, curious.

"Yep, we skinned it and chopped it into different parts. We also left the rabbit’s fur to dry so we could use it later," Cypher replied, his tone matter-of-fact.

"That’s great," I nodded, impressed by their efficiency.

"We’re back!" another voice announced, and Angela and Edge stepped into view, placing the filled jugs down on the ground with a thud.

Whitney glanced over at them and cleared her throat, feigning late decorum. "Ehem, then should we start eating now~?" she asked, her eagerness bubbling over.

Now it was my turn to take the lead. I finally lit the grill, poured water into the pot, and placed it on the burner.

"Whitney and Rex, you’re in charge of the noodles," I instructed, carefully laying the rabbit meat down on the heated grill.

"Tssss—" The sound of sizzling meat filled the air, drawing everyone’s attention. They all gulped in unison, unable to hide their excitement.

As I busied myself grilling the meat, I watched as Whitney and Rex scrambled to add the noodles into the pot once the water began to boil. The aroma of the cooking meat blended with the scent of boiling noodles, created a comfortable ambiance.

Ten minutes later, we gathered around the food, excited to share a meal together. The spread was simple—a hearty serving of rabbit meat and noodles topped with soft-boiled eggs.

For me, Cypher, and Christian, these were familiar comfort foods we had enjoyed many times, but for the others, especially Edge and Angela, it was a stark contrast to the luxury they were used to. They stared longingly at the food, both hungry yet hesitant, while Whitney visibly held back her joy to keep from pressuring them.