I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 100

I said, taking charge. "We’ll take shifts to keep watch and hunt for points. If you see our classmates, invite them to join our group but don’t let the others join. Who knows if they’ll betray us or not."

Ezekiel nodded, "So who wants to go first?"

I exchanged a glance with Kairos as we both turned our gaze to Ezekiel, a silent agreement passing between us.

Ezekiel looked back and forth between them, "Why are you both staring at me like that?" His eyes wide with suspicion. "I don’t like where this is going."

I smirked, crossing my arms. "Well, someone has to go first, and since you’re the leader, it seems only fair that you take the lead."

"Since when did I became the leader?" Ezekiel asked dumbfounded while pointing fingers at himself.

"Just now?" I said to him while raising both of my brows and smiling.

Ezekiel held up his hands, shaking his head. "Oh no, I’m not falling for that. I’ll go later."

I gave a sigh, my tone playful. "I guess we’ll have to put it to a vote then."

Before Ezekiel could protest, I raised my hand. "Who votes for Ezekiel to go first?"

Kairos immediately raised his hand with a grin, leaving Ezekiel outnumbered. "Looks like it’s unanimous."

Ezekiel threw his hands up in mock exasperation. "I can’t believe this! Betrayed by my own teammate! And after everything we’ve been through!"

I rolled my eyes, unimpressed by his theatrics. "Oh, stop being so dramatic. We only spent a day and we have a new member. Now, go before I decide to increase your shift time."

Ezekiel sighed deeply, clearly playing up his role as the wronged party. "Fine, fine. I’ll go now."

Ezekiel shot them both a mock glare before heading out, muttering under his breath about the injustices of being a leader. Once he was out of sight, I turned to Kairos.

"Alright, let’s go over the supplies," I said, leading him deeper into the cave where their stash was hidden. "I want to make sure you know where everything is in case we need to split up."

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Meanwhile, Ezekiel’s irritation grew as his stomach growled loudly, echoing in the quiet forest. "D@mn those two!" he muttered to himself, kicking a small rock in frustration. "They even forgot to feed me before kicking me out!"

He continued grumbling under his breath as he trudged through the dense undergrowth, his mood growing darker with each step. But then, something caught his attention—a faint, tantalizing smell wafting through the trees. His nose twitched as he sniffed the air, and his stomach rumbled again, this time in anticipation.

"What’s that?" he wondered aloud, his annoyance momentarily forgotten. The scent was warm and savory, like freshly cooked meat. It was coming from somewhere nearby, and his hunger overpowered his caution.

Ezekiel followed the scent, weaving through the trees until he reached a small clearing. There, to his surprise, he found a small campfire with a spit roasting what looked like a rabbit over the flames. The smell was mouthwatering, and for a moment, Ezekiel forgot all about his goal, his eyes locked onto the food.

"Who the heck left this here?" he muttered, glancing around the clearing for any signs of the cook. It seemed too good to be true, but his hunger pushed his doubts aside.

He cautiously approached the fire, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any traps or hidden enemies. But everything seemed quiet—too quiet. "Well, if no one’s here, I guess it’s mine now," he said, rubbing his hands together as he reached for the roasted rabbit.

As he was about to grab the roasted rabbit, a voice suddenly cut through the silence. "Enjoying the meal, are we?"

Ezekiel froze, his hand inches away from the food, and slowly looked up to see three figures stepping out from behind a tree.

They were grinning smugly, clearly pleased with their setup. Ezekiel’s eyes narrowed as he sized them up—three students from different class.

The first student, a lanky guy with spiked hair, laughed. "You thought you could just walk in here and take what isn’t yours? That’s not how this works, wimp."

They must have thought that he was just a nerdy kid with a thin figure. He tried to come an agreement with them, "How about this? I won’t touch your food and leave instead?"

The three looked at each other and laughed loudly after hearing his ridiculous remark but they quickly recovered. "Doesn’t matter. We outnumber you, so hand over your badge and maybe we’ll let you eat."

Ezekiel’s frustration from earlier, combined with his gnawing hunger, ignited a surge of aggression. His irritation at Remillia and Kairos for ganging up on him, along with the tantalizing smell of food now just out of reach, pushed him over the edge.

"You really think you can take me on? I’m not in the mood to play games."

They didn’t listen instead they insisted to have his badge. "Can’t you see your outnumbered? Just give us your badge and leave."

Ezekiel’s eyes flashed with anger. "Do you really think I’m just your average nerdy kid that can’t fight back?"

Without warning, Ezekiel lunged at the first student, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. The student barely had time to react, stumbling back as he tried to block the attack. The other two rushed to their teammate’s aid, but Ezekiel was already moving, his frustration giving him speed and strength.

The girl with the staff aimed a spell at him, but Ezekiel anticipated it, dodging to the side and closing the distance between them. He swung his sword in a wide arc, forcing her to jump back and lose her focus. The third student, a burly guy with a shield, tried to ram him, but Ezekiel ducked low and swept his leg, knocking him off balance.

"You’re all too slow!" Ezekiel snarled, his earlier irritation now fully channeled into the fight. His movements were swift and relentless, his frustration driving him to overpower them.

Within minutes, he had the upper hand. The girl tried to cast another spell, but Ezekiel was on her in an instant, knocking the staff from her hands. The spiked-hair student hesitated, fear flashing in his eyes as he realized they had underestimated their opponent.

"Enough of this," Ezekiel growled, kicking the shield away from the burly student. With a final, powerful strike, he disarmed the spiked-hair student, sending his weapon clattering to the ground.

Breathing heavily, Ezekiel stood over the defeated group, his sword still at the ready. "Now, here’s how this is going to work," he said coldly. "You’re going to hand over your badges, and I’m going to take that food. Then, you’re going to get out of here before I change my mind about letting you go."

The three students, now clearly intimidated, nodded hastily and tossed their badges at Ezekiel’s feet. Without another word, they scrambled to their feet and fled into the forest, leaving Ezekiel alone with the spoils of his victory.

He sheathed his sword and grabbed the spit, finally savoring the roasted rabbit as he walked away, his earlier frustration now replaced with a sense of satisfaction. "Serves them right," he muttered to himself between bites. "And they didn’t even put up much of a fight."

After that roast rabbit, he was feeling a bit more energized. He moved quietly through the forest and it wasn’t long before he spotted a group of goblin-like creatures, small but quick, scavenging for food near a stream.

A smirk crossed his face. "Perfect," he muttered, unsheathing his sword.

The creatures were focused on their foraging, oblivious to his presence. He took advantage of their distraction, moving in swiftly and silently. He aimed for the smallest one first, a quick slice of his sword taking it down before it could even make a sound. The others snapped to attention, their beady eyes locking onto him with a mix of fear and aggression.

They charged at him, but Ezekiel was ready. He sidestepped their clumsy attacks, his sword flashing as he cut down another two of the creatures. The last one hesitated, clearly realizing it was outmatched, but he didn’t give it a chance to run. With a final, precise strike, he finished it off.

Breathing a little heavier, he glanced around to make sure there were no more threats in the immediate area. The whole encounter had only taken a few minutes, but it had been enough to earn him a few more points.

Satisfied with his work, he looked at his watch, the watch he has is different from what they usually wear. This watch only reveals the time, monitors your points and how many badge you currently have.

By the time Ezekiel checked his watch, it was already 9:46 AM. Realizing that he had spent quite some time hunting and battling, he figured it was best to return to the camp before his absence became too suspicious. He began making his way back, his pace steady as he navigated the familiar forest paths.