I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra

Chapter 322

Footsteps echoed outside the cave.

I glanced sideways and, sure enough, Dagur and Akali emerged from the trees like they’d just crawled out of a battlefield documentary.

As always, the contrast between them was almost offensive.

Dagur looked like he had personally offended every monster in the forest and paid the price. Blood, bite marks, chunks—actual chunks—missing. Meanwhile, Akali walked in like she’d just finished a light jog and maybe insulted a few monsters along the way for fun.

Although... today?

Dagur looked worse than usual.

"What happened to you?" I asked, stopping mid-training and wiping sweat off my face.

"You know what this old hag did?" Dagur dragged a hand down his face, smearing blood in a way that felt unnecessarily artistic. "This hag just stood there and watched me fight an Grizzrar alone!"

Akali rolled her eyes so hard I was worried they might detach. "Don’t whine like a baby. I did help you."

"YOU STOLE MY KILL!" he barked. "You hag!"

"Maybe if you weren’t so slow—"

Before the situation could evolve into Elderly Gladiators: Cave Edition, I stepped between them, hands raised.

"You two did an amazing job," I said quickly, like a mediator who very much wanted to keep all parties alive. "But... where’s the body?"

"..."

"..."

They both avoided my gaze like children caught stealing food.

"...I’m going to Seth for healing," Dagur suddenly announced, turning on his heel like that answered everything.

"My weapon’s starting to rust," Akali added casually. "I guess it needs sharpening."

I narrowed my eyes at them. "You... didn’t bring it... again?"

"..."

"...."

A heavy, annoyed sigh escaped me—the kind that came from deep within the soul of someone who had suffered repeatedly.

And, as usual, they started blaming each other.

"It’s his fault!" Akali snapped immediately, pointing at Dagur like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment. "If he didn’t chase me all the way here, I would’ve managed to bring it back!"

Dagur let out an offended scoff. "Excuse me? Excuse me? You rubbed it in my face that you were the one who killed it—when it was my effort that got it weak enough for you to land the final blow! Who wouldn’t be annoyed by that? Anyone with dignity!"

"Oh please, what dignity? You were flailing around like bait!"

"I WAS STRATEGIZING!"

"YOU WERE SCREAMING!"

"IT WAS A TACTICAL SCREAM!"

My eye twitched.

Honestly, whenever these two were assigned to hunt, they always came back with the same three things:

Injuries.

Insults.

And absolutely no corpse.

Not even a tail nor a tooth.

At this point, I was starting to wonder if the monsters were just getting up and walking away out of sheer secondhand embarrassment.

"Where’s the body? I’ll go bring it back," I pressed my fingers to my temple, staring at them as they continued arguing like overgrown children in the bodies of supposed "experienced hunters."

They immediately broke out in smiles.

"Oh, you’re such a sweetheart, Remi!" Akali beamed, pinching my cheek like she hadn’t just abandoned an entire monster carcass in the wilderness.

"It’s not that far," Dagur added quickly. "Just go straight and you’ll find it."

Dagur then marched toward the end of the cave, where a thick slab of monster hide hung like a curtain. He pushed it aside.

"Hey Seth, I need healing."

Inside, Seth was already preparing his tools.

’Why is he always ready?’

"You again?" Seth grimaced. "Ugh! I’m sick of seeing—and smelling—your blood!"

"Just get on with it!" Dagur snapped, flopping dramatically onto the stone table like a man ready to be sacrificed.

"Make it painful a hundred times!" I shouted helpfully.

"It’s useless," Seth replied dryly. "He’s already immune to pain. But I’ll try, principessa."

I chose to ignore that for my own sanity as the monster hide dropped back into place.

And then a few seconds later—

Grinding.

Sawing.

And—

...was that a chainsaw?

I shook my head to stop myself from imagining what Seth was doing on the other side of the curtain.

At that exact moment, Thorne walked in, carrying a bundle of herbs and looking mildly exhausted.

He glanced around. "Where’s the body?"

"The two forgot to bring it back again," I said flatly.

He sighed deeply, like a man who had seen this exact situation unfold far too many times. "Those two are the oldest among us, yet they act as if they’re our age..." He rubbed his temple. "It’s almost lunch..."

"Don’t worry," I said, already strapping my daggers in place. "I’ll bring it back."

I stepped out of the cave—mentally preparing myself for a long walk, mild suffering, and possibly dragging a corpse the size of a small house—only to nearly walk straight into Kairos.

He had just returned, looking annoyingly composed, like he hadn’t just survived whatever chaos the forest had to offer.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Akali and Dagur forgot to bring our food today. Again," I said, emphasizing the last word like it personally offended me.

His brow lifted slightly. "Alone?"

I nodded.

He stared at me for a second, clearly reconsidering all my life choices on my behalf. "Let’s go together then. You’ll need someone to guard you."

He must be doubting me right now because apparently, I had the survival instincts of a stray cat with a death wish.

Still... he wasn’t wrong.

Usually Thorne or Ghost accompanied me, but Thorne looked like he’d collapse if someone breathed on him too hard, and Ghost had, as usual, vanished into who knows where.

"Thanks," I said, smiling at him softly.

And just like that, we headed into the forest.

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It didn’t take long for us to find the battlefield.

"Battlefield" being a generous term.

It looked more like a natural disaster had passed through and then decided to make things personal.

A huge section in the middle of a dilapidated town had completely caved in. Buildings were half-crushed, debris scattered everywhere—and right at the center...

Was the monster.

Or what used to be a monster.

Now it was more like... aggressively rearranged meat.

It had been torn apart so violently that I felt bad for it. It seemed that Akali had too much fun and right in the center of its body was a massive hole—the signature work of Dagur.

I crouched slightly, examining it. "...They killed a Grizzrar."

Kairos stepped beside me, gaze steady as he took in the destruction. "Impressive."

"Destructive," I corrected.

Same difference.

I bent down, already pulling out my daggers and mentally preparing myself for the least glamorous part of hunting: processing the kill your teammates were too lazy to carry.

"Shall I help you with the chopping?" Kairos asked behind me.

I paused for a second, then shook my head. "No need. Just protect me."

Because if there was one thing worse than cleaning up after Akali and Dagur—

It was cleaning up after them while something else decided I looked like an easy snack.

I drove my blade into the thick hide, starting the process.

The two must probably be sleeping by now. Meanwhile, I was left here doing the glamorous job, cutting up a giant dead bear because two grown adults couldn’t remember to bring the actual food home.

"...I’m charging them extra for this," I mumbled as I started sawing into the hide with significantly more aggression than necessary.

After chopping and getting all the edible parts, I placed it in my inventory and looked behind me. Just a few feet away, Kairos stood watch, his back behind me.

I was about to call his name but stopped. We’re in the Vision’s Gateway right now and all stats here are reduced to 50-70%.

A wicked grin crept up to my lips. This is the time to land a hit on him.

I slowly crept up towards him, concealing my aura. I clenched my fist and was about to land him an attack when I was dangling upside down.

"Waah-"

I looked up and saw his shadowy tendril holding one of my leg.

I looked in front of me and saw Kairos facing me.

"This—" I pointed at the tendril, doing my absolute best to maintain dignity while actively defying gravity "—is unfair!"

He raised an eyebrow, completely unbothered. "Is it?" he asked calmly.

"I thought hands only?" I mumbled, squinting at the shadow wrapped around my ankle like it had personally offended me.

"That applies if we’re sparring," he replied smoothly. "You just straight up tried to ambush me."

I opened my mouth to argue but closed it. "...That’s not the point."

"It is exactly the point."

"No, the point is," I gestured vaguely mid-air, which only made me sway again, "you used extra limbs. That’s cheating."

"They’re not extra."

"They are absolutely extra. I have two. You have—" I twisted slightly to look at the tendril "—whatever this is."

"They are absolutely extra. I have two. You have—" I twisted slightly to look at the tendril "—whatever this is."

"A skill."

"A crime."

His lips twitched.

Twitched.

That traitor was trying not to smile.

"You were concealing your aura," he added. "Poorly."

I gasped. "Poorly?! I was perfect!"

"You stepped on a twig."

"It was one twig."

"It echoed."

"...The forest is dramatic."

"And your killing intent—"

"Okay, that one I can’t argue with," I muttered.

He let out a quiet huff—almost a laugh—and took a step closer. The tendril shifted slightly, making me sway.

"Put me down," I demanded, crossing my arms mid-air. Which, in hindsight, only made me spin a little.

He gently lowered me halfway, just enough so my fingers brushed the ground.

I froze. "...Boss."

"Yes?"

"If you drop me—"

"I won’t."

"That didn’t sound convincing."

"..."

Then finally, mercifully, he set me down properly. The tendril slipped away like it had never existed.

"I almost had you," I said, brushing off my clothes.

"You didn’t."

"I could’ve."

"You couldn’t."

I clicked my tongue. "You’re no fun."

He turned, already starting to walk away. "You’re predictable."