I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra

Chapter 326

"What’s a pretty boy doing out here alone?"

"He must’ve been abandoned by his team—HAHAHA!"

"Say... just hand over everything in your inventory and we might let you live."

I slowed my steps the moment their voices reached me.

Just a few feet more, and I stopped completely, letting the wind settle around me as I activated Keen Sense.

Their laughter echoed across the frozen expanse, like they actually believed they had the upper hand.

Cute.

Kairos, who looked completely unbothered, was standing at the center of a loose circle of idiots. They were armed, loud, and completely unaware of the kind of person they were trying to provoke.

"Here’s the deal," he said calmly, almost bored. "Since the unlimited respawn time is gone, I’ll let you live. I’m still in the middle of looking for someone."

Oh.

He was being merciful today.

How rare.

The men went quiet for half a second, then burst into louder laughter.

"Trying to act like a lone wolf now, aren’t we?" one of them sneered.

"I’m pretty sure you’re the one who’ll end up dead here."

"How exactly are you planning to kill us?" one of them sneered. "You’re alone."

I only tilted my head slightly, observing. "...How pathetic," I muttered under my breath.

instead of helping him, I didn’t step in.

’Why would I?’

Kairos was far stronger than them—combined, multiplied, and probably even if they begged for divine intervention.

If anything... stepping in would just ruin the show. So instead, I stayed where I was, hidden just enough, watching.

Because while they were busy digging their own graves... I was thinking of ways to stab him.

Priorities.

The wind howled softly, snow drifting across the ground in thin veils.

My brows furrowed when the snow beneath Kairos’ feet...

melted.

No—

Not melted.

It seemed to collapsed...?

Darkness spread outward in a slow, unnatural ripple, swallowing the white ground whole until it looked like he was standing on an endless pool of night.

The idiots’ laughter faltered.

"...What the hell is that?" one of them whispered.

The "soft" tendrils that once held me suddenly hardened instantly into spikes and in a single, quick motion—

SHRRK!

The leader’s body jerked as it pierced straight through his chest, lifting him slightly off the ground before dropping him like a discarded doll.

He didn’t even manage to scream.

The others froze completely, their minds couldn’t catch up to what just happened while Kairos only stared at them calmly.

"W-WAIT—"

Another spike.

"...R-Run—" one of them tried but they never got the chance.

And another.

Countless black spears erupted from below, piercing through bodies like they were nothing more than paper.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

One by one, their hearts were skewered before a single step could be taken.

Silence returned just as quickly as it left.

Only the wind remained.

I watched as the bodies collapsed almost in unison, staining the snow

The darkness slowly receded, as if satisfied, retreating back beneath the snow like it had never been there to begin with.

Kairos stood in the middle of it all, untouched and not a single drop of blood on him.

I exhaled softly. "...Yeah," I murmured. "Still ridiculous."

A faint glow flickered beside me.

Two familiar screens popped into existence like gossiping spectators who just witnessed their favorite drama unfold.

[Your boss is so ruthless.]

Another one popped up right after.

{Did you know that we deducted 75% of his power and he’s still this strong?}

I lifted a hand and flicked my fingers dismissively. "Disappear."

The screens flickered.

[How cold.]

{So heartless.}

"Not in the mood right now," I muttered.

The screens flickered again before vanishing, finally granting me a moment of silence.

I exhaled slowly and stepped forward.

Crunch.

The snow beneath my boots sounded louder now as I approached the aftermath.

Bodies scattered like broken dolls across the ground.

My gaze swept across the bodies. "...Yeah," I muttered under my breath. "I’ll pass on attacking him for now."

Landing a hit could wait but dying? Certainly not on today’s schedule.

I slowed my pace slightly, my eyes narrowing as I studied his back.

The closer I got, the heavier the air felt. Something felt... off.

Kairos was still standing there, he didn’t even move an inch.

The darkness from earlier had already disappeared, leaving no trace of the abyss that swallowed everything—only the corpses and the spreading pools of blood that painted the snow beneath his feet.

"Boss!" I shouted.

For a split second, his shoulders flinched, so subtle that most people wouldn’t notice but I did.

Slowly, he turned around as his gaze landed on me and for that brief, fleeting moment, his eyes flickered.

Not the usual cold, unreadable void, nor the calm, detached authority he always carried.

It was something else.

Something unstable.

Something that looked almost—

...Human.

Then it disappeared.

Just like that.

Replaced instantly by the version of him everyone knew and fear at the same time.

Cold, controlled, and untouchable.

"...You’re back," he said quietly.

That was it.

No sarcasm.

No teasing remark.

No subtle jab like he usually did when we were alone.

Just those two words.

I tilted my head slightly forcing a smirk as I tried to brush off the strange tension curling in my chest. "Why?" I took a step closer. "Did you miss me?"

Normally, that would earn me something. He would scoff, smirk or at the very least, a look.

This time?

Nothing.

He didn’t even pause as he simply turned away and walked past me.

My smile faded.

I just stood there, watching his back as he continued forward.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Each step he took left faint traces of red behind him—blood clinging to his boots, marking his path across the snow like a silent warning.

My expression slowly faded.

Kairos wasn’t someone who let things linger.

Not emotions.

Not thoughts.

Not anything.

So whatever that was—

It wasn’t normal.

My gaze softened just slightly, though I quickly masked it.

’Did something... happen?’

"...Tch." I clicked my tongue softly.

Without another word, I started walking again. Not too close, not too far but just enough to keep him within reach.

The distance between us felt... strange.

Usually, it was filled with banter, with his constant need to provoke me and my constant urge to stab him for it.

Now?

It was so silent, heavy, and uncomfortable.

I shoved my hands into my coat pockets, pulling it tighter around me as the cold bit deeper into my skin.

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Royal Dominion’s 1st Squad Leader Office

"...Nightjars?" Whitney’s voice came out quieter than she intended.

On the other side of the screen, Matthew leaned back in his chair, his expression unusually serious. No jokes, no teasing remarks, just that calm, almost detached look he wore whenever things got dangerous.

— Uh-huh.

Whitney didn’t question whether he had been keeping this from her all along or if he had only just uncovered it.

Right now, that didn’t matter.

— I think the Nightjars are the ones behind the St. Barnesster Incident... orchestrated by Jozef.

Whitney’s posture stiffened almost instantly.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of her desk.

The name Jozef alone was enough to stir something unpleasant in her chest.

The mastermind.

The one who pulled the strings.

And—

The one connected to her father, Matthias.

Her jaw clenched.

— The only problem is whether the Nightjars back then are the same as the ones now.

Whitney’s eyes narrowed slightly, silently demanding for more answers.

Matthew cleared his throat, clearly understanding that look.

— Right, right... I’ll explain.

He leaned back slightly, folding his arms as his expression turned thoughtful.

— The Nightjars... they’re not exactly new. They showed up around 30—maybe 50 years ago. No official records, no confirmed members, no clear objective.

Whitney leaned forward slightly, listening intently.

— But based on the traces they left behind, I can say one thing for sure... they weren’t just some small underground group.

Whitney’s brows furrowed.

— At least ten powerful members. Each one strong enough to operate independently. They’re organized, efficient, and dangerous.

Her grip tightened further.

— ...But here’s the thing.

Matthew scratched the back of his head, his tone shifting slightly.

— Back when I was still in my prime—yeah, yeah, don’t laugh

Whitney rolled her eyes slightly. Here we go again.

— ...their leader died.

Her expression snapped back into focus. "What do you mean died?" she asked immediately.

Matthew shrugged.

— I think it was Jozef who killed him. Not entirely sure. But after that... the Nightjars went quiet.

Whitney frowned. Quiet? For a group like that, silence wasn’t peace.

It was simply waiting for the right moment.

— Now... take a look at this.

Matthew swiped something on his end.

Whitney’s screen shifted, replacing his face with a series of reports, images, and data logs.

Terror incidents at multiple locations but different timelines. At first glance, there was nothing unusual. Abyss had always been chaotic, violence wasn’t rare in that place.

But in every incident, the same insignia always appeared.

It was a tiger lily.