I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 101

As he was nearing the camp, he unexpectedly stumbled upon three of their classmates: Whitney, Rex, and another one of their classmate. They were gathered near a clearing, discussing something in hushed tones. The sight of them brought a slight smirk to Ezekiel’s face. This could be an opportunity to strengthen their group, even though the exam was still individually scored.

"Hey, you three!" Ezekiel called out, waving as he approached. "What a coincidence running into you guys out here."

The trio turned to face him, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Ezekiel?" Whitney asked, stepping forward. "What are you doing out here?"

"Just finishing up my shift," Ezekiel replied casually. "I’ve been out hunting and scouting. Found a few interesting spots, but I figured it’d be smarter to work together. How about you three join up with me and my team? It’s safer in numbers, and we can cover more ground."

Whitney exchanged a glance with Rex who seemed to be weighing the offer. "You already have a team?" Rex asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"Yeah, Remillia and the new student, Caleo, are with me," Ezekiel said, mentioning the names with a casual confidence. "We’re keeping an eye on each other’s backs. And let’s face it, we all know how brutal this exam can be. Teaming up doesn’t mean we won’t get our individual points—it just means we’re less likely to get ambushed or lose our badges."

Whitney seemed to consider it, then nodded. "I suppose it makes sense. If we stick together, we can take turns keeping watch and hunt for points. And if someone tries to attack us, we’ll have the numbers to fend them off."

Josh finally spoke up, his tone neutral. "As long as it doesn’t mean we’re giving up our own chances to win."

"Of course not," Ezekiel assured him. "We’re all still in it for ourselves, but it’s smarter to have allies. So, what do you say?"

After a moment of silence, the three of them nodded in agreement. "Alright," Rex said, "we’ll join you."

"Great," Ezekiel grinned, satisfied with the outcome. "Let’s head back to the camp. We’ve got a solid group now, and I think this will work in our favor."

As they approached the cave, Ezekiel and the others were greeted by an unexpected sight. Remillia and Caleo were standing close together, seemingly absorbed in a task that had them both animated and engaged. From a distance, it looked like they were in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized as they worked on something over a small fire.

But as Ezekiel got closer, he realized the truth. Remillia was holding a handful of herbs, while Caleo had a container of spices, and they were in the middle of what appeared to be a heated debate.

"You’re going to ruin the entire stew if you add that much!" Remillia protested, her voice low but insistent.

"And you’re going to make it bland if you don’t let me add this," Caleo countered, equally stubborn.

Despite their bickering, there was an undeniable closeness between them—too close, in fact, for it to go unnoticed by the three classmates who had accompanied Ezekiel back to the camp. Whitney, Rex, and Josh exchanged curious glances, and Whitney finally leaned toward Ezekiel.

"Are they... you know... together?" she asked, her voice laced with intrigue.

Ezekiel blinked, caught off guard by the question. He hadn’t really considered the possibility, but now that Whitney mentioned it, there was something about the way Remillia and Caleo interacted that seemed more intimate than he had realized. The way they bickered was almost... playful.

Rex, too, seemed curious. "They do look pretty close. I mean, they’re arguing like an old married couple."

Josh remained silent, but his raised eyebrow indicated he was paying close attention as well.

Ezekiel found himself wondering the same thing. He had known Remillia for a while now, and while she wasn’t the type to easily let people into her inner circle, there was no denying that she and Caleo seemed to have a connection. But whether it was just a temporary alliance for the sake of the exam or something more, Ezekiel couldn’t say for sure.

"I don’t know," Ezekiel finally admitted, watching as Remillia and Caleo continued their bickering over the stew. "But they do seem... close."

Angela let out a soft chuckle. "Well, it’s interesting, to say the least. Maybe we should ask them."

"Or maybe not," Ezekiel replied quickly, not wanting to stir the pot—literally or figuratively. "Let’s just focus on getting some food and rest. We’ve had a long morning."

As they reached the campfire, Remillia and Caleo looked up, their argument momentarily paused as they noticed the new arrivals.

"Oh, you’re back," Remillia said, her tone casual as she placed the herbs down. "Whitney! Rex! I’m glad you’re here! Who’s the other guy?"

"I’m Josh, I’m also your classmate," Josh extended his hand out to Remillia which Remillia gladly shook it.

"Welcome to the group! Have you had breakfast already?"

"I already ate awhile ago but I’m hungry again," Ezekiel replied. "What’s for breakfast?"

Caleo smirked, finally letting go of the spice container. "Stew. Once we figure out how to season it without killing each other."

Remillia shot him a glare but didn’t argue further. "It’ll be ready soon," she said, turning her attention back to the pot.

As they settled in, they already forgot to question Remillia and Kairos’ relationship since what they’re thinking right now is how delicious the stew is.

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We were all sitting down on a fallen trunk, enjoying the stew that Kairos and I had prepared, the atmosphere around the campfire was a mix of warmth and tension. I could still feel the lingering frustration from our earlier argument about the stew’s seasoning, and Kairos didn’t seem ready to drop it either.

"So," I asked, glancing at the others as they took their first bites, "how’s the stew?" I asked the others but Kairos was the one who answered instead.

"I think it’s bland?" Kairos teased, earning a sharp glare from me.

"I almost had kidney stones just by sipping the stew," I countered, refusing to back down.

"At least it has flavor," Kairos shot back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

The four exchanged glances as they continue to eat their stew. Their eyes flicked back and forth between us, like they were watching a game of verbal tennis, but to them, it looked like we were flirting, but in reality, Kairos and I were just stubbornly trying to prove who had the better taste.

Ezekiel finally spoke up, cautiously, "It’s... actually really good. You both did a great job."

Kairos smirked, leaning back slightly. "See? My additions made it better."

I rolled my eyes, refusing to let him have the last word. "They’re just being polite. They probably think it’s too salty because of you."

Kairos leaned in closer, narrowing his eyes playfully. "Admit it, Remillia. You’re just mad because I saved the stew from being bland."

I crossed my arms, determined not to let him win. "It was perfectly seasoned before you decided to drown it in spices."

After breakfast, the next shift to head out and earn for points fell to Kairos. He stood up from the log, stretching his arms above his head with a lazy grin. "Well, I guess it’s my turn now. Try not to miss me too much," he teased, earning a few chuckles from the rest.

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help but smirk a little. "Remember to come back so that I can hunt some too."

Kairos gave a mock salute. "Alright, commander."

I shook my head at his behavior, "Just be careful out there."

Kairos waved off the concern with a confident smile. "I’ll be fine. It’s the others who need to be careful." He glanced at me, his gaze lingering for just a moment longer than necessary before he turned and walked off into the forest, disappearing into the shadows.

With Kairos gone, I turned my attention back to the group. "Alright, let’s clean up. After that, you can set your own tent inside the cave or you can go and earn points—it’s up to you."

I looked at Ezekiel and added with a grin, "Since you’re the leader, you’re in charge of them, so I’ll go rest first."

Before Ezekiel could protest or even process what I said, I quickly ducked into my tent, leaving him with the responsibility of managing the group. I could hear him sigh in frustration behind me, but I was too tired to care. I just wanted to sleep.

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Rex and Whitney exchanged skeptical glances as they eyed Ezekiel. "I’ve been thinking, are you really the leader?" Rex asked, his tone dripping with suspicion.

Ezekiel groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes!—I... Not really." He sighed in frustration, clearly flustered by the whole situation. "Remillia doesn’t really want to be the leader, she only tells me what to do."