I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 171

Unable to contain himself any longer, Rex slurped a bowl of noodles and took a bite of the rabbit meat.

"Your mana will be replenished quicker if you eat," I reminded them, taking a bite of the juicy meat. "Animals around here have high mana content, and eating will help you adapt."

At my words, Angela finally picked up her bowl and utensils, breaking the initial stalemate. Seeing her start to eat brought a wave of relief over Whitney, who immediately filled her own bowl with noodles. Edge looked skeptical, still hesitant, but as his stomach grumbled loudly in protest, he couldn’t hold off any longer. He dipped his fork into his bowl and took his first bite.

He paused briefly as if processing the flavor, and I watched closely. Then he took another bite. And another. Soon, he finished off all the food in his bowl and reached for another serving, his earlier resistance completely vanished.

For the next thirty minutes, a comfortable silence filled with the sounds of eating—the clinking of utensils against bowls, the sizzling of meat on the grill, and the occasional sigh of satisfaction.

Around the time the meal was winding down, Whitney hesitantly raised her voice, her expression questioning. "W-Where’s the water?"

I gestured to the filled jugs lying nearby. "We have plenty, it’s just over there," I replied, trying to keep the mood light.

But Angela piped up, her brow furrowing as she got a good look at me. "By the way, are you taking baths? You look really dirty."

I chuckled lightly. "I do. I take baths at the stream," I answered indifferently.

"What!? Then does that mean that the water we just drank—" Angela started to say, her eyes wide with concern.

I quickly cut her off. "It’s a different stream. Plus, we boiled it," I assured her.

"But still..." Angela trailed off, still sounding a bit displeased. Her expression suggested she was struggling to reconcile the idea of drinking water from a stream.

I clapped my hands to gather their attention. "Now that we’re done with the meal, I’ll explain our current situation," I said, adjusting my seat.

I began recounting everything I had learned from the system when I first arrived in this strange world. "We time-traveled back to the past due to a Rogue. He used a powerful curse to turn back time in an attempt to change his destiny. Somehow, we—the rest of us—stepped into the curse, which altered its effects. We’re lucky we didn’t disintegrate when we entered."

"D-Disintegrate?" Christian stammered, his eyes wide with fear.

"Yes. As in blow up," I replied nonchalantly, trying to downplay the gravity of it as I turned toward Edge. "Do you remember the time when there was a dungeon here in Etheris Pinnacle?"

"Yeah... my great-grandfather conquered it ten years ago," Edge confirmed, his expression shifting to one of recognition.

When a Dungeon was conquered, it would disappear and an item would be dropped as a reward and new dungeons would spawn again.

"Apparently, your great-grandfather didn’t notice that the dungeon dropped an item—the one the Rogue used as a reactant in chanting the curse to summon himself back to where we are right now," I explained.

"Have you seen the item, anyway?" Rex asked, curiosity piqued.

"It’s kind of an antique hand mirror," I replied, my mind flashing back to the system’s description.

"So, the Rogue used all the item’s magic power to go back and rewrite the past, but somehow we coincidentally stepped into the curse, which caused it to alter and pulling us into a parallel world instead?" Cypher articulated, piecing the information together.

"Bingo!" I exclaimed, impressed by his quick understanding.

"Psh! I was about to say that too... he just got ahead of me," Edge grumbled under his breath, obviously annoyed.

I chose to ignore him and continued my explanation.

The next topic was the enemy we had to defeat. "In this place, there is another Rogue who goes by the name Levi. Just like us, he was pulled into this world by the original Rogue. By the way, he’s not the real Levi, so don’t worry too much," I added, trying to calm their concerns.

"We’ve got to hurry and somehow defeat this Rogue; he’s getting stronger every minute by consuming crystallized mana," I said, urgency creeping into my voice.

"Wait, crystallized mana?" Whitney interrupted me, her confusion evident. "But how? They still don’t know how to use it in this generation."

"By consuming it," I replied, my straightforwardness shocking them.

They were all stunned into silence, disbelief written on their faces.

"What?" Christian asked, incredulous.

"Are you sure about that?" Angela questioned, her brow furrowing.

"When you say consume... do you mean eating the crystallized mana itself?" Christian’s voice was laced with skepticism.

I could see the gears turning in their heads as I realized how absurd this sounded. Most people would instantly die upon consuming crystallized mana; even if they somehow survived, they would suffer severe internal injuries as their aura and the mana within their bodies fought against the crystal’s power.

However, this Rogue was different.

"He’s accessing it in a way that shouldn’t be possible," I explained. "He’s somehow managed to adapt to it, to absorb its energy without the usual backlash. That’s what makes him so dangerous. And if we don’t stop him quickly, he will gain enough power to wreak havoc on both this world and ours."

"Then...." The atmosphere around us fell silent as they processed the seriousness of my words.

"Then..." Edge began, breaking the silence, "this Rogue you’re talking about—what’s his name again?"

"Levi," I confirmed.

"Right. Is Kevin the only one we need to defeat?" he pressed, skepticism lingering in his voice.

I rolled my eyes at him, shaking my head. "No, there’s more. But before I get into that, I need to explain how we can get back to the present."

I knelt down and drew a rough representation of the mirror on the ground, illustrating its shape and the connection it had to our situation.

"Like I said before, this item is what’s holding this parallel world together. Levi broke the mirror, and the shards were scattered across this world," I explained, drawing lines to indicate the points where I believed those shards were located. "Without them, he can’t fully materialize the past."

"So we have to steal them?" Cypher asked, his eyes narrowing as he started to formulate strategies in his mind.

"Yes," I confirmed. I then opened a map I had painstakingly created after weeks of scouting the place, carefully detailing landmarks, potential threats, and likely locations for the mirror shards.

"These are the known locations of the shards," I explained, tracing my finger across the map. "There’s one in the Town Hall, where you guys were surrounded a while ago. One in the armory, one in the supplies depot, one in the abandoned library, one in the old marketplace, one near the shrine, and finally, one hidden in a cave beyond the eastern forest."

There were seven shards we needed to steal.

Once we had them all, we just have to gather them in the same place, put it back in the hand mirror frame and destroy it. The past would then crumble, allowing us to return to the present.

Of course, Levi would use the residents of the Town Hall to try to stop us.

"Levi has six subordinates guarding each of the locations other than the Town Hall," I informed them, making sure they understood the stakes.

"So... it’s clear what we need to do." Cypher echoed, a determined look spreading across his face.

I nodded as I yawned.

Currently, it was 2 A.M., and my eye lids are getting heavy. "We should get some rest," I suggested, glancing around at the group. "We need all the energy we can muster for tomorrow. We can discuss more strategies in the morning once we’ve had some rest."

The others nodded in agreement, some of them stifling their own yawns as the fatigue of the day caught up with us.

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It was already dawn when I opened my eyes.

After spending five weeks in this strange place, I had developed a short sleeping pattern, which irritated me since I loved to sleep. During my solitary nights, I divided my slumber into one-hour time frames, never knowing when the enemies might arrive. There was even a time where I spent the entire day locked in the secret space I found, cautious as I listen to the patrollers roaming around the abandoned building.

But today felt different. The morning air was refreshingly crisp, and perhaps because of that, I felt unusually energized.

I crawled out of my tent with a yawn, stretching my arms toward the ceiling. I glanced over at the other tents and noticed they were still sleeping, lost in dreams or perhaps exhausted from yesterday’s events.

I stepped outside the abandoned building, taking a moment to appreciate the stillness of the dawn. As I began my morning stretches, I kept my eyes peeled for any lurking dangers—a habit that had become my second nature.

I was in the middle of a handstand when I heard a soft voice behind me. "Considering how you’re always the one who wakes up late, you’re up early."

I gracefully pushed off the ground and landed back on my feet to see Cypher walking towards me, a half-smile on his face.

"Yep," I replied, brushing a few stray hairs out of my face. "At this time, I would have already been out hunting for something to eat. But since you’re all here, I might as well take a break."

I resumed my stretches, feeling the tension from my muscles release as I chatted with Cypher. We exchanged quiet observations about the area and our plans for the day.