I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra

Chapter 315

In a blink, the world shifted.

The familiar tug of teleportation wrapped around me, and when my feet touched solid ground again, I opened my eyes—

—and immediately froze.

"...Wow."

Kairos’s room wasn’t just nice. It was properly decorated. Warm lighting glowed from crystal lamps embedded into the walls, casting a soft golden hue over polished marble floors. The space felt open, airy, and calm.

I slowly turned in place, taking it all in. A wide lounging area. Training equipment neatly arranged against one side. A long table near the window, already set like someone actually used it. Even the walls had subtle patterns etched into them, nothing flashy, just... refined.

I squinted, counting steps. Then counted again. "...Why is his room bigger than mine?"

It wasn’t just bigger—it was offensively bigger.

Before I could spiral further, the system window popped up right in front of my face.

[Remember the second stage? Since he was only second place, he only received space expansion, free furniture picking, and a 30,000 GP] the admin popped up infront of me.

I stared at the text. "...Oh?" I crossed my arms. "Then why wasn’t I also given GP?"

The window flickered, clearly unimpressed.

[You were first place. The rewards given to you were far more valuable and priceless.]

I narrowed my eyes. "But I also want GP."

There was a pause. A very deliberate one.

[Just be grateful, you brat.]

"...Excuse you?" I scoffed. "You were the one who spoiled me."

Before the admin could fire back with another snarky system message, I noticed movement at the corner of my eye.

Kairos stood near the cooking area, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, muscles flexing subtly as he moved with ease. A pan sizzled softly while the air filled with a familiar, mouthwatering aroma that made my stomach immediately betray me with a loud growl.

"Who are you talking to over there?" he asked without turning around, focused on the pan.

"The admin," I replied casually as I happily skipped over to him, hands clasped behind my back like an innocent kid sneaking into the kitchen before dinner.

He finally glanced at me. "You mean the system?"

"I call it admin," I said proudly. Since I already have my annoying personal system, I need to distinguish them.

He finally glanced at me, eyebrow lifting slightly. "...And you talk to it?"

"Yeah," I said casually. "Every Player has different—"

The sentence died in my throat.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

My mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Then a system window exploded in front of my face.

[THAT’S TOP-SECRET INFORMATION! WHAT ARE YOU DOING CARELESSLY TELLING OTHERS?!]

’Oh.’ I thought calmly. ’So that’s a no.’

’Oh, come on,’ I mentally protested. ’I thought every Players know about it? Does this mean we’re close now? You only yell at people you care about, right?’

The system window trembled.

[I NEVER SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU THAT! I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE THIS MUCH OF A LOUDMOUTH.]

I winced internally. ’Ouch.’

’I’m sorry... I didn’t know it was this confidential,’ I pleaded silently.

[DON’T EVER SPEAK ABOUT IT.]

’I promise!’ I immediately swore. ’I won’t tell a single soul even if I die. I’ll take it to the grave. I’ll haunt no one. I’ll—’

The system cut me off by unmuting me.

Sound rushed back all at once.

"It felt like you were saying something," Kairos said slowly, turning to face me now, spatula in hand. "But I couldn’t hear anything."

"Haha... yeah..." I laughed awkwardly, sweat threatening to drip down my temple. "Sorry about that."

He studied me for a second, clearly unconvinced but choosing not to press. "So," he said, turning back to the pan, "you were saying?"

I straightened up instantly, switching to my best totally normal and not hiding interdimensional secrets smile.

"I get lonely sometimes," I said smoothly, "so I talk to the admin even though it can’t talk back."

Behind my vision, the admin popped up again—this time giving me two enthusiastic thumbs up and a floating heart emoji.

...Traitor.

Kairos hummed thoughtfully. "I see."

He didn’t question it further. Instead, he gestured vaguely toward the room. "Then stay here as long as you like."

My eyes widened. "...Really?" I blurted out, all subtlety gone.

He nodded once, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "You don’t have to rush back."

I nearly cried.

Free food. Unlimited. Cooked by Kairos.

I clenched my fists in triumph internally.

’Admin,’ I thought smugly, ’this is what priceless rewards look like.’

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I really did have the best time of my life.

After eating, I barely made it to the sofa before my body completely gave up on me. The cushions were soft, the blanket smelled faintly like clean fabric and spices, and the temperature was just right. Not too cold, not too warm. Perfect.

I knocked out almost instantly.

My dream was... strange, but pleasant.

I was on a beach somewhere unrealistically beautiful. The sky was unrealistically blue, the water crystal clear. Macaron was arguing with Glacier over who got the bigger umbrella. The system—yes, the system—was floating nearby with sunglasses on, sipping a drink it absolutely did not need. Even the admin was there, reclining dramatically on a beach chair like it owned the place.

’This is the life,’ I thought dreamily.

Then—

Tap.

Something nudged my cheek.

I frowned and turned my head.

Tap. Tap.

Annoying.

I groaned softly and tried to sink deeper into the sofa, but the nudging didn’t stop. Instead, a familiar voice reached my ears.

"Wake up. We’ll be going to the first platform in eight minutes."

I cracked one eye open. Kairos was standing over me, slightly bent forward, lightly tapping my cheek with two fingers like he was afraid I’d shatter if he used more force.

I groaned again, louder this time, and buried my face into the pillow. "The admin will just teleport me there," I mumbled, voice muffled. I yanked the blanket over my head like that would solve everything.

"It’s an open world," he said patiently. "We still have to meet with the other two."

"No..." I whined, tightening my grip on the blanket like it was my lifeline.

He sighed and tugged gently.

I tugged back.

Thus began the most serious battle of the day.

We entered a full-blown tug of war—him trying to peel the blanket off with measured strength, me rolling slightly and using my entire body weight like a stubborn burrito. For a moment, I thought I won. The pressure stopped, and the blanket slackened in my grip.

Ah. Sweet, sleepy, victory.

I relaxed, assuming he had finally given up.

Then I heard him mutter, almost to himself, "You left me no choice..."

Before I could process that sentence, the world tilted.

"—?!" I squeaked as my body lifted clean off the sofa, the blanket slipping away entirely.

My brain short-circuited.

Out of pure reflex—and fear of falling—I clung to him, arms wrapping around his neck as my eyes flew open.

"Ah—!"

I froze.

One arm was under my knees, the other securely around my back. His grip was steady, like this was the most natural thing in the world. My face heated instantly, and I froze, clinging to him because the alternative—falling—was not an option.

"Hold still," he said calmly, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

My face felt hot.

Before I could argue, laugh, or combust from embarrassment, a familiar translucent screen slammed into my field of vision.

[You will now be teleported to the Open World Ground]

[Good luck, Player UnluckyExtra]

"WAIT—"

Too late.

The room dissolved into light.

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in a massive field packed with roughly three thousand players.

Around me, people were glancing around, murmuring, scanning the crowd for familiar faces—probably teammates, friends, or anyone who looked even remotely competent.

"Are you awake now?" Kairos asked, looking down at me like he’d personally rebooted my consciousness.

I nodded quickly. "S-Sorry. Can you let me down now? We still have to look for Dagur and Thorne—and maybe the other members too."

He finally set me down, and the moment my feet touched the ground, I yanked the Jester’s Mask out of my inventory and slapped it on like a panic button.

"Let’s go find them," I said, already moving forward with the confidence of someone who absolutely knew where they were going.

I took exactly three steps before freezing.

A hand had closed around mine.

I looked at our hands clasped together then back at Kairos.

"...?"

Kairos was holding my hand like this was the most reasonable thing in the world. "There are too many people," he said calmly. "I’m afraid we’ll get lost."

Annoyingly, he had a point. So I let him, scanning the crowd instead. After a few minutes, I spotted familiar silhouettes.

Dagur and Thorne.

And yep—looks like they’d already collected Akali, Seth, and Ghost like some kind of unhinged Pokémon set.

I waved at them.