I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 128

I bit my lip and thought of a simple answer. "KielZie. I’m a fan of your StreamTube videos."

Aside from him being a bookworm at day, he’s also a streamer by night. I happen to stumble into one of his stream while I was scrolling StreamTube and since then I started watching him when I don’t have anything to do.

A flicker of surprise passed through his voice when he replied, "How did you know that I am KielZie? I only enabled my mic on."

I continued, "Well, I recognized your voice, and I decided to watch a bit, and I ended up watching all your videos. Sometimes, I also watch you livestream. Don’t forget my username @LiaMeri."

It was true; I had always found his videos entertaining, and his soothing voice was a big part of that appeal.

For a moment, he seemed to freeze beside me, the silence stretching out like a thin thread between us. The air was thick with anticipation, making me wonder what he was thinking.

"Does that mean... You like me?" he stammered out, his voice barely above a whisper. Confusion swirled within me as I processed his question.

I blinked, taken aback by the question. "Of course?" I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Why was he asking me that? Didn’t he know that it was natural for fans to like their idols? It wasn’t like I was confessing a secret romance or anything.

He went silent again, this time leaving me puzzled. I decided to remove his hand covering my eyes. As I did, I saw him staring at me dazedly, his eyes unfocused.

"Zeke?" I asked softly, waving my hand in front of his face to get his attention.

Slowly, he snapped back to reality, his eyes refocusing on mine. "You... You sure about what you said?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

I beamed a bright smile at him. "Of course I like you as a streamer!" I exclaimed, trying to reassure him.

But for a moment, the light in his eyes seemed to fade a little, leaving me wondering if I had misread the situation entirely.

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"I’m back! And I have a surprise for all of you!" Dagur exclaimed, practically bouncing on his feet as he placed the suitcase on the table.

All the members of Nightjars were in a hotel suite where they agreed to meet once their mission was done.

Thorne quickly snatched the suitcase, scrutinizing it with a sharp, suspicious glare. "You sure this is the real one and not fake?" Thorne shot back, raising an eyebrow as if he were some amateur trying to pull a fast one.

Dagur sat down, running his fingers through his hair while suppressing his smirk. "Why don’t you check it yourself?" he shrugged.

Thorne’s hands trembled slightly as he opened the suitcase. In an instant, the item shone brightly like a beacon, illuminating his face. In an instant, he knew it was the real deal. A smile broke across his face as he closed the suitcase. "Well done," he finally said, the tension lifting as satisfaction washed over him.

"Haha, it was a piece of cake." Dagur replied, a cocky grin plastered across his face.

"...Wait, why are you so happy? Don’t tell me you had fun torturing someone again?" Thorne asked.

In that instant, a chill washed over him as Dagur noticed Kairos’ steely gaze boring into his back. It felt like ice creeping down my spine—what did he done to provoke such a shift in their boss’ demeanor?

"Don’t worry. I didn’t touch a strand of her hair one bit," Dagur replied, forcing a deep smile that I hoped would dispel the negativity hanging around us.

At his words, he felt Kairos’ piercing gaze finally shift away from him. He exhaled quietly, feeling as if he could breathe again.

Their boss’ gaze finally left him, making him able to breathe. He was just testing the girl since he heard from Thorne that their boss was planning to recruit that girl. Dagur doesn’t know what their boss sees in her so he decided to test her a little and she didn’t let him down.

If she had shown even the slightest sign of hesitation, my own darker instincts would have taken over and showered her with acid. But instead, she surprised him. She didn’t falter at all; when faced with threat, she threw herself in front of his fist, proving her resolve by shielding the boy she was with.

What struck him even more were her eyes—those fierce, unwavering eyes. They glimmered with a mix of fearlessness and determination that he had rarely encountered. In a world that seemed to demand weakness and submission, her courage was a breath of fresh air. It was a quality he respected, one that set her apart not just from women but from many men he had known.

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The disturbance at Crystal Veil was finally suppressed. The officers of the Shadow Society might have escaped arrest, but the damage was undeniable. Casualties had been kept to a minimum, thanks to the swift intervention from Eldoria’s heroes, but the chaos still left a sour taste in Edge’s mouth.

As he sat on the ground, his suit tattered and his hair a disheveled mess, he felt more like a beggar than the elite operative he prided himself on being. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

He sighed, leaning back against the cold concrete then he slowly got up. He was about to leave when Cypher walked up to him.

"Hey Edge, have you seen that?" Cypher asked.

’Great, I have to deal another annoying pest.’

"See what?" Edge replied, his tone dripping with irritation. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.

He was already irritated by what he had seen a while ago. That childhood friend of Angela, Sky, was annoyingly strong, easily killing the Rogues with his hands and he hated how Angela looks at him with amazement. The other one was this annoying guy. He already hated him from the start, always stealing the spotlight from him with ease, placing first and now he stuck out like a sore thumb with his sword fight and all.

"When we were escorting the civilians outside, Remillia was also there," Cypher continued, clearly oblivious to Edge’s growing impatience.

Edge suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. Yes, he had seen Remillia—her chaotic energy radiating even amidst the turmoil—but he didn’t care where that broke witch would end up in her rundown bike. "No. You’re just seeing things," he retorted, deliberately dismissing the topic just to spite Cypher. "Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to res—"

His attempt to cut things short was interrupted when Whitney hurried over, her brows furrowed with concern.

"Have you seen the crown prince? He was gone when the ambush happened, and the authorities are now anxiously interrogating everyone," she said, her voice hurried and urgent.

Edge and Cypher shared a bewildered glance, the sudden gravity of the situation causing an immediate shift in their moods. They both replied in unison, "No."

"Don’t tell me the ambush just now was a diversion, and their real motive was to kidnap the crown prince?" Whitney whispered frantically to herself, piecing together the puzzle in real-time.

The three of them were busy making their own speculations when they heard some noises coming from outside. As the clunking noises grew louder, the group turned in unison to see a rundown bike approaching them, its frame wobbling precariously.

Edge felt a mix of disbelief and irritation brewing inside him. Sitting on the saddle was none other than Remillia, she looked so tired while trying so hard to pedal. Behind her, clinging to the rear rack with his eyes glued to Remillia was Ezekiel.

"Remi... She was together with that guy?" Cypher murmured seriously.

Edge chose to ignore him as his eyes narrowed in disbelief. He can’t accept that witch singlehandedly managed to save the crown prince from the hands of Rogues. Yet again, whenever there are situations like this, that witch always saves the day.

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Damn prince. I should have left him behind when I had the time, but there was no way I could abandon someone in pain—especially not when he had a sprained knee. I rolled my eyes in frustration, the tight grip on the handlebars of the worn-out bike made my palms sweaty. Hoisting him onto the rear rack felt like trying to lift a boulder, but there I was, cursing my sense of duty as I secured him with what little strap I had.

The ride had turned into a grueling battle against time, my legs burning with every pedal stroke and my breath coming in ragged gasps. The weight of his body, coupled with the bike’s lamenting frame, made every bump in the road feel like a mountain. Yet, I sighed in relief as I finally saw the entrance.

"Just a little bit more," I muttered through gritted teeth, pushing myself to pedal harder. The thought of discarding that godforsaken bike fueled my muscles, driving me onward.

Finally, I brought the bike to a halting stop, nearly tipping over in the process. A moment of balance was all I could manage before I flung a leg off the side, wobbling precariously but miraculously finding my footing. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I reached around Ezekiel’s waist to help him down, eager to assist him in walking when suddenly, we were surrounded.