I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 195

Once inside my room, I sought out Macaron first. I presented him with the pastries I’d bought, earning a delighted grin and a flurry of thanks.

With that done, I made my way to the living room. Time to get down to business. I activated my Spectral Seal, feeling the familiar hum of energy as the Noblesee Codex materialized before me. I quickly wrote down questions about Kara Lughen.

The information that appeared was sobering. She was the black sheep of her family, the only one who isn’t an Awakened. Her parents’ disdain had clearly left deep scars.

She tried everything – becoming multi-talented, excelling in various fields – but it was never enough. They always mocked her for her lack of powers. driving her to a desperate act. Offering her soul to a demon god to become an Awakened. Although every deal comes with a price. She did awaken, but at the cost of her true self, becoming a Rogue. The old Kara was gone, replaced by a new, darker identity.

Her family, who had mocked her for so long, suddenly showered her with praise for her newfound, albeit corrupted, power. At first, she seemed to cope, but the darkness within slowly twisted her. She became reckless, ruthless, and became a magnet for trouble.

Now, she was in hiding, protected by her father’s guards and fellow Rogues. The Codex provided her current location: an abandoned warehouse in Nilama, Panja. The place was crawling with not only her family’s awakened guards but also the Rogues she’d allied with.

I closed the Noblesee Codex with a sigh, the golden pages dissolving. This was going to be a tricky situation. The mission required me to eliminate Kara, but I needed to be careful not to harm the humans and if given the chance, eliminate the Rogues.

It’s just sad how Kara decided to sell her soul to the devil in order to be accepted by her family.

Just then, I heard a noise from the room next door. It sounded like someone entering. Kairos must be back. I stood up and headed towards his door, intending to knock and check on Glacier.

"Remillia?" a voice called out from behind me, stopping me in my tracks.

I turned around. My friends were all standing there, watching me with curious expressions.

"Why are you there?" Whitney asked, her gaze fixed on my hand near Kairos’s door.

"Oh, I just need to check on something," I said, dropping my hand and trying to sound casual.

"Is it a friend of yours?" Rex chimed in, already anticipating me to open my door.

"A friend? Why don’t we invite your friend?" Christian suggested, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Why are you all here anyway?" I said, quickly changing the subject as I opened my door and stepped inside.

"For a meeting," Rex said as he walked into my room first, making himself comfortable.

"What meeting?" I asked, watching them file into my room one by one, as if this was a regularly scheduled event.

"Meeting for the Mission Experience Activity," Angela said, her eyes already scanning the room.

"What- Hey! Angela and Cypher should be the only going inside! The rest of you get out!" I protested, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "And since when did my room become a meeting place?"

"Are you saying something?" Rex muttered, already ensconced on my sofa and typing away on his laptop, completely ignoring my outburst.

These bratty kids, I thought, a wry smile playing on my lips despite my annoyance. I closed the door behind me, resigning myself to the inevitable chaos.

"Well, did you at least buy some food?" I asked, walking over and sitting down beside Angela and Cypher, who were already diligently jotting notes on their laptops.

"Edge is in charge of the food," Whitney said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"What do you me-" Edge began to protest, but he was cut off.

"Filet Mignon for me! Thanks, Edge!" Angela said, her voice sweet and innocent.

In an instant, Edge was on the phone, his face a picture of submission as he placed the order.

’Wow, the perks of having someone at your beck and call in an instant,’ I had to admit, it was somewhat impressive.

We settled into a comfortable rhythm, our focus shifting to the laptops as we began to discuss our experiences on the dungeon we went to.

I was supposed to be planning my mission for tomorrow. But I guess I’ll need to finish this first.

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As soon as classes ended the next day, I immediately made my way to Aeonia’s portal station.

Once inside, I ducked into a comfort room, pulling out my expansion pouch and used a considerable amount of makeup. I meticulously altered my appearance, hoping to make myself unrecognizable. I then presented the fake I.D. that the Talon Mercenary group had provided for me and boarded the portal to Panja.

Upon arriving in Nilama, a different city altogether, my first stop was a clothing store.

With my new wardrobe in tow, I ventured into the city’s underground market, where illegal services and products can be seen. My goal: to acquire another fake I.D., one that would hopefully grant me easier access to the abandoned warehouse I was targeting.

Night had fallen by the time I decided to make my move. The cool air carried the scent of damp concrete and distant traffic as I approached the derelict structure. It stood on the outskirts of the city, a hulking silhouette against the dimly lit sky, its broken windows like vacant eyes. I stayed in the shadows, observing the guards patrolling the perimeter. I noted their movements, their patrol patterns, and their general appearances.

’I can’t distinguish if they’re Rogues or humans,’ I thought, a knot of frustration tightening in my stomach. The Rogues, with their ability to mimic human forms, were notoriously difficult to identify at a distance. I need to approach closer. This was going to be trickier than I’d anticipated.

I slowly approached two of the guards patrolling near the walls and eavesdropped them to gather information.

"How were the humans? Are they still alive?" one guard asked, his voice rough.

"Of course, they’re all tied up in the basement. Some of them were even awake now," the other replied.

"Why can’t we just kill them already and leave this place?" The first guard’s frustration was palpable.

"You know we can’t. Boss’ orders," the second guard said firmly.

"Why do we need those pesky humans anyway?" The first guard’s question hung in the air, tinged with skepticism.

"It’s an offering for our god, Vhinka, dumbass," the second guard said while rolling his eyes.

"Why can’t we just kidnap ordinary humans?" the first guard persisted.

"Because those so-called Awakened humans are stronger and can give much stronger power to our god. Do you want to offer low-quality livestock to our god?" the second guard countered.

"Of course, not. How long should we stay here any longer?" the first guard asked, clearly accepting what he said.

"We just need to wait for the human guards that Kara requested, knock them out and we should immediately leave on our way," the second guard finished, his gaze scanning the perimeter.

That was all I needed to hear. I’m glad that all the guards here are Rogues. But should I save the civilians? That should cost extra money. I shook my head to focus on my mission. I’ll just ask Kairos once I’m finished with this job.

In one fluid motion, I pulled out my dagger, its surface reflecting the faint moonlight. Silently, I closed the distance, moving with the predatory grace of a shadow. I was behind them before they had any inkling of my presence.

With practiced precision, I brought the dagger to the neck of the guard who had been speaking about their god. A swift, clean slash, and the Rogue crumpled to the ground without a sound, his eyes wide with a final, surprised terror.

The other Rogue, startled by the sudden movement and the lack of his companion’s presence, spun around, his eyes locking onto me. "Intru—" he started to shout, his fist already swinging towards my face.

But I was faster. I quickly stuffed a wadded cloth into his mouth, cutting off his alarm. As I evaded his wild punch, I brought my dagger down in a sharp arc, aiming for his wrist. The blade bit deep, severing tendons and silencing his ability to use that hand.

He staggered back a few steps and glared at me. Despite the blood dripping from his injured wrist, he quickly rushed at me, a guttural growl rumbling in his chest.

He swung his good arm in a wild arc, aiming to disarm me or at least force me to defend myself. He used his body as a weapon, trying to shove me off balance, headbutt, anything to gain an advantage. I, in turn, used my agility and the advantage of a usable weapon.

I parried his wild swings with the flat of my dagger, the clang echoing in the night. I used his momentum against him, sidestepping his charges and forcing him to overextend. He tried to grab my arm, his injured hand instinctively reaching out before he recoiled with a grunt of pain.