I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 188

I just had a recent fight, and there’s no way in hell I’d use "Bloodthirst" again. Levi and his army of demonic beasts was much stronger than these three fools combined.

Instead, I activated my ability, "Serenade of Daggers." I had to deal with Oliver first. The weapon that Kairos had given me thrummed with energy, multiplying as I hurled it toward Oliver. He seemed completely caught off guard.

"Shit!" Oliver muttered, his eyes widening as the daggers multiplied in the air, glinting ominously in the dappled moonlight. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. Three of my daggers found their marks—piercing his arm, leg, and shoulder.

"Fuck! How can a stupid dagger reach me that far?!" he howled in pain, staggering back, his features twisted in shock and anger.

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Zander watched the whole scene unfold, his mind racing. How could one dagger suddenly multiply into ten? He shook his head in disbelief as the blades struck Oliver, leaving him incapacitated. The daggers then flew back to Remillia, converging as if they were drawn by an unseen thread. They landed gracefully in her hand, which became a single dagger once more.

She cracked her neck and fixed her gaze on him, confidence radiating off her. "Now that your long-ranged fighter can’t move, shall we continue fighting?"

Chills crept down Zander’s spine. Why did he suddenly feel scared of this girl? Something about her suddenly changed.

Before he could muster a response or check on Oliver, she was upon them, moving with an agility that defied logic. Zander barely had time to react as she soared through the air, delivering a precision kick aimed at him.

Caught off guard, Zander instinctively raised his arms to shield himself, bracing for impact. But just as he thought he could block her, she shifted mid-air. With an unexpected fluidity, she aimed a dagger directly at his leg, driving it deep into his muscle.

A jolt of pain shot through him as he stumbled backward, gripping the wound and trying to steady himself. "Fuck!" he gasped, his eyes widening as he fought to regain his balance. Panic surged as he realized how quickly the situation had turned against him.

His eyes darted to Tatum, who was furiously dodging a flurry of daggers that sliced through the air like angry wasps. Each time one missed and would hit his body, Tatum would sweat harder, trying to anticipate Remillia’s next move, but Zander could tell that he was struggling.

"Just land an attack on her! Is it that hard?!" Zander shouted, gritting his teeth as he wrestled with the dagger embedded in his leg. He finally dislodged it with a pained grunt, throwing it aside and forcing himself to rise despite the ache coursing through him.

"Are you fucking blind?!" Tatum yelled back, frustration bursting forth as a dagger shot through his arm, catching him off guard. He winced, gritting his teeth as pain flashed across his face. "How can I even fucking approach her if those annoying daggers are creating a barrier around her?!"

The usually soft-spoken Tatum was finally losing his composure, and Zander couldn’t blame him. That girl was a tough opponent to face and her daggers seemed to have a mind of its own, patrolling the space around her like a swarm of hornets.

Zander gritted his teeth, his frustration boiling over as he glanced at Oliver sprawled on the ground, trying to catch his breath. "What are you still lying down there for?! Get up and help!"

Oliver shot him a venomous glare, his face twisted in pain. "Do you think I can aim arrows perfectly at her if my hand is fine?!" he snapped back, struggling against the agony of his wound.

"Fucking pussy!" Zander growled, anger rising within him. Panic and desperation clawed at his insides, and he couldn’t help but lash out. They were in serious trouble, if they can’t manage to kill her right now then the three of them will be the one who will end up dead.

He scanned the battlefield, seeing Tatum’s fleeting form, darting around as he tried to keep the daggers at bay. Meanwhile, Remillia was slowly closing in, as if she’s taking a walk in the park.

"If Jaxon was here..." Zander muttered under his breath, bitterness lacing his words, "then we wouldn’t have any problem killing that girl here and now." It was an unsettling thought, how easily Jaxon could have handled this situation. Their steady leader would have known how to exploit Remillia’s weaknesses, to outsmart her in a heartbeat. But Jaxon had other things to do.

Zander gritted his teeth and squared his shoulders. With Oliver still struggling to gain his footing, it was clear he had no choice but to team up with Tatum. If they were going to have any chance of pushing Remillia back, then they should coordinate with each other.

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"Oh?" A smirk tugged at my lips as I observed Zander finally regain his footing.

Oliver was still lying down, as he tried to remove the daggers that are stuck to his body. Tatum was already blocking my daggers, but I could see the exhaustion etched into every move he made. Finally, I hit Zander’s leg which slowed his movement.

The ten-minute limit of my ability, "Serenade of Daggers," was finally drawing to a close, and what better time to activate "Spectral Seal" than when they were all weakened?

"Why don’t we have a deal?" I suggested as my ten minute ability finally came to an end.

Zander, eyes narrowed, meeting my gaze defiantly. "What’s in it for us?" he shot back, clearly aware of Oliver’s incapacitated state and Tatum’s cuts and scrapes.

I’m glad he knows when to back out.

"Just tell me where your leader is and I’ll spare the three of you," I replied, twirling the dagger that Kairos gave to me.

I watched their reactions closely; the other two doesn’t know where he is but Zander’s the only one who knows.

When he remained tight-lipped, I took a step closer. "No one? Okay, let me reword it. I promise not to kill the only person who can know where your pussy of a leader is hiding," I said, my voice dripping with malice, "and the other two who kept their mouths shut can die."

Silence filled the air as Zander’s jaw tightened. I knew I had him.

"Three..." I began counting slowly, enjoying the tension that hung in the air.

"Two..." I continued, letting the silence build, drawing out the moment.

"On—"

I was cut off as Zander, frustration boiling over, finally shouted. "He’s staying at his study! Second floor, third room on the left!"

Oliver and Tatum exchanged stunned glances, shock flooding their features.

"You knew all along?! You could have saved the three of us!" Oliver’s eyes widened, anger flaring as he shouted. "You motherfucking backstabbing piece of shi—"

Before he could finish his sentence, I was by his side in a blink of an eye and finished him off.

Tatum’s blood ran cold as he saw Oliver’s lifeless eyes staring straight at him. Fear clenched around his heart, and instinct kicked in. He turned and bolted, desperate to escape the hell unfolding around him.

However. he had only ran a few steps when he suddenly stumbled, his left foot aching from pain. He stood up and still tried to run away but the girl caught up to him.

"Please! Spare me!" Tatum begged, the tremor in his voice palpable as he stammered. "I did this because I need the money!"

"Don’t beg me," I replied, eyes piercing as I advanced, leaning closer to him. "It’s Zander’s fault why you and Oliver ended up like this."

With a quick flick of my wrist, I ended it for him too. Tatum’s eyes widened in shock as he crumpled to the ground, the life leaving him with the same swiftness as his friend.

As I walked back to Zander, I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. He raised his sword, thinking that I would kill him next.

"Don’t forget our deal," he said, though his voice wavered, betraying his fractured composure.

I smirked at him, letting the corner of my mouth curve upward in amusement. "Don’t worry, I keep my promises," I replied smoothly, my tone dripping with false reassurance.

The moment I was past him, I could sense his posture slightly relaxing, the tiniest shift that told me he was momentarily allowing himself to breathe. That’s when I pounced.

In one fluid motion, I shifted behind him, my arms snaking around his neck as I tightened my grip like a vice.

He gasped, surprise flashing across his face as I locked him in a chokehold. His sword clattered to the ground as he instinctively struggled against my iron grip. "What are you doing?" he managed to rasp, fury igniting anew as he fought to break free.

"Just a little reminder," I whispered in his ear, my voice silky and taunting. "I did say that I won’t kill you but that didn’t mean that I will spare you."

Zander clawed at my arms. "Y-you...bitch," he muttered as he attempted to pry himself free.

His face was growing more pale as he gasped for air. I waited for a little more and then, just like that, the light left his eyes as he fainted in my grip.

How pathetic. Here he was, someone I underestimated in terms of resolve, reduced to this. He could have tried harder, could have fought to save his team. But in his desire to save his own skin, he opted to spill the truth for himself, sacrificing them instead.

I released him, letting his body crumple to the ground like a rag doll then I knelt by his side and with swift precision, I pressed the cold steel to his shoulders, slicing through. He didn’t even wake up and when I was done, I left him all alone lying on his blood.

This is simply the price for his betrayal.