I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 133

Grumble~

I woke up to my stomach grumbling, the sound echoing in the quiet of my dorm room. Yawning, I glanced at the clock—6:01 AM. I groaned inwardly, realizing I had forgotten to eat dinner the night before in my rush to collapse into bed.

As I started to move, I noticed Macaron, curled up on top of my stomach. I carefully moved him to the side, trying to avoid waking him, before slipping out of bed.

I padded to the kitchen, but my excitement quickly faded upon scanning the empty shelves. Not a single food greeted me; our one month of supply had vanished overnight.

I sighed and closed my eyes briefly, irritation washing over me. "I wished for an owl, not a pig," I muttered. Left with no options, I went outside, still in my pajamas, and headed for the cafeteria.

By the time I can see the cafeteria coming into view, I still have my eyes half closed since I wasn’t much of an early bird. I was yawning when I bumped into someone.

"Where are you going so early in the morning?" It was Whitney. She seemed to be out for a morning jog as she was wearing a tracksuit.

"Hey, Whitney," I yawned again, stretching slightly. "I’m going to the cafeteria."

"I’ll go with you," she said, falling into step beside me.

"Mmm," was all I could manage as a response.

As we entered the cafeteria and grabbed our plates, I focused on the food choices, trying to shake off the sleepiness. Whitney opted for a healthy selection of fruits and oatmeal, while I piled my plate high with everything from scrambled eggs to a juicy steak.

"Have you thought about your future when we graduate?" Whitney’s question broke my concentration.

Future? I winced at the thought; there’s no future for me here, I just need to find a way back to my previous life.

"That’s too early for me to plan," I replied dismissively, wishing she would change the subject.

She cast me an incredulous look. "What do you mean early? We’ll soon be busy with our internships and fighting off monsters and Rogues..."

I nodded along but hardly registered her words as I continued to choose what to eat.

"...Remillia, can you really eat all of that?" Whitney seemed to notice I don’t have my attention to her so she softly nudged me.

"Of course! I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday, so I’m really hungry right now," I explained, finally selecting a window seat for us.

Whitney resumed talking. "As I was saying, how about you join Royal Dominion?" Her eyes practically sparkled at the possibility.

I savored the first bite of my steak, the rich flavors flooding my senses. She was clearly trying to coax me into her choice, but I had other plans brewing at the back of my mind.

"Well... I’ve been thinking about Wayward Alliance for a while now," I replied, a hint of defiance in my voice.

Whitney was momentarily rendered speechless. The Wayward Alliance was known as the elite mercenary group, renowned for their unmatched skills and covert operations. They are comprised of mercenaries, hackers, and strategists. Their main customers were high-profiled individuals and large guilds and corporations. Not only that, the members there were also given an incredible degree of freedom. It was well-suited for someone like me.

"...." Whitney didn’t say anything for a while. Her expression shifted from shock to resolution. "...I’ll definitely have you by my side."

I was savoring the flavors of my food that I barely catched her last words.

"I’ll go first. Bye Remillia." Whitney stood up, flashing a bright smile as she waved goodbye.

I just gave her a simple wave in response before refocusing on my plate.

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Wednesday, 7:30 AM.

"Quiet down now." Instructor Jude’s voice boomed across the classroom, loud enough to drown out the chatter. "You must be excited, as I can hear your voices in the hallway. You must know this already, but I’ll still say it one more time."

Squad Quest.

While the others buzzed with enthusiasm, I felt a sense of annoyance wash over me. The idea of having to interact with people I didn’t know well was exhausting. I had a small circle of friends, mostly the main characters in this novel I am living through, and I preferred to keep it that way. Oh well, I’d just have to endure the chaos for a short while.

"Form into a team of five," Jude continued, his tone serious. "Remember, you need to meet the requirements and submit your squad list by the end of the day. Or else I’ll be the one teaming you up with others." With that, he breezed out of the room, leaving us to scramble for teammates.

The requirements were straightforward: One one-digit rank, two two-digit ranks, and two three-digit ranks, or alternatively, two one-digits, two two-digits, and one three-digit. Balance was key.

The moment Instructor Jude finished speaking, Christian and Rex, who had been seated behind me, leapt to their feet and bolted toward Cypher and Edge, their expressions full of eagerness. "You’re on your own now. Bye!" they threw over their shoulders, quickly joining the students forming around the two most sought-after students in the room.

I shrugged my shoulders, letting out a silent sigh. I was ranked one, but it seemed my status didn’t matter to anyone here. Connections were everything, apparently. I’d just wait for Instructor Jude to randomly assign me to a group—anyone would be fine with me at this point.

What I didn’t know was that nearly every student in the class desperately wanted to approach me but were held back by the glaring gazes of two certain individuals.

Little did she know, every single one of the class wanted to approach her but were just scared because of two certain individuals1 glaring at anyone who would dare approach her.

’So unfair! They already had high grades! Why would they gatekeep her?’

’Haisst. If only she wasn’t ranked one, maybe I still had the chance to ask her.’

’Why would they even glare at us when they don’t want to approach her? As if they would be allowed to team up; that’d just break the requirements.’

I decided to close my eyes and take a quick nap. Just as I felt myself drifting off, a pair of shoes appeared in front of me. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes to see Ezekiel staring down at me, his expression hesitant.

"U-uhm, I thought you were sleeping, but since you’re awake, would you like to team up with me?" he asked, visibly nervous.

"Of course! So how many are we now?" I tilted my head, curious.

"Just the two of—"

"Mind if I also join you?" A sudden voice interrupted us.

It was Adrian.

Ezekiel shot Adrian a puzzled look, but Adrian simply waited patiently for a response.

Looking back and forth between them, I already knew the reason why Adrian is here. He had his sights set on Ezekiel for some reason, but what did Adrian want with him?

"Of course... You’re free to join," Ezekiel finally said, albeit with a hint of hesitation.

I snapped out of my thoughts as Ezekiel spoke.

"Thanks," With that, Adrian went back to his seat.

I turned to Ezekiel. "So we still need two more members, right?"

"Do you have anyone in mind?" he asked. I unconsciously glanced at the empty seat beside me.

"None... It’s up to you to decide who our two team members will be." I said instead of saying Kairos’ name. He’s been absent for two days now. Where could he have gone?

Ezekiel looked like he wanted to talk more, but just then the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I gathered my things and headed to the next one, the hallways buzzing with students.

As I walked down the corridor, a random girl suddenly clung to my right arm. "Witch! I mean Remillia! Where are you going?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "...What?"

Of course I’m going to class. Where else would I go to? Skip class?

"I was wondering if you could joi—"

Before she could finish what she was saying, she was shoved aside by another girl struggling to catch his breath.

"Witch— I mean Remillia, are you free this Friday? Apparently, I was invited to an auction at Sylphora and they really have this cool dagger collection by a famous War Hero. Can you be my plus one?"

The abruptness of the offer caught me off guard, and before I could think it through, I found myself nodding in acceptance. "Sure?"

As I continued toward class, more and more students approached me. Some were familiar faces, while others were complete strangers, all vying for my attention.

I accepted their gifts as they showered me with delicacies, jewelry, tickets to some random theaters, auctions and museum. My bag and arms grew increasingly heavy beneath the weight of their offerings, until it all became too much. I finally resorted to my expansion pouch, tossing everything inside in a desperate attempt to lighten my load.

Just when I thought I could escape the madness, a wave of students began to flock toward me. Apparently, talking and giving gifts to me wasn’t enough; they wanted to stick to me like glue!

’Why weren’t they like this when I was in the classroom?’ I couldn’t help but wonder as I hurriedly navigated the bustling hallways.

Playing hide and seek with classmates was not how I envisioned my school day, but for some reason, it was becoming an everyday occurrence.

One is Cypher but I won’t tell who the other one is