I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 102

Whitney raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "You’re the leader... but she’s the mastermind? Am I right?"

Ezekiel threw his hands up in exasperation. "Pretty much. But hey, someone’s got to keep things running while she... does whatever it is she does."

Whitney nodded, "I agree with you. Sometimes, she likes to do things by her own and would give the credit to someone else."

Rex chuckled, shaking his head. "Typical witch. She probably cast a spell on you so you’d do all her work, but at least she trusts you to handle things while she rests."

Ezekiel sighed again, resigned to his fate. "Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get things sorted out before she decides to dump even more on me." freeweɓnøvel.com

They were in the middle of setting up their tents when a group of students suddenly appeared, their presence looming like a storm cloud. There were fifteen of them, and it was clear from their confident strides and the leader’s arrogant smirk that they were looking for trouble. Ezekiel stepped forward, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated.

"Hey there," Ezekiel greeted them with a forced smile, hoping to keep things civil. But before he could say more, the leader of the group, a tall student with a cocky grin, cut him off.

"Leave this spot. It’s ours now!" the leader barked, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Ezekiel felt a headache coming on as he sensed another fight brewing. ’I’m trying to save your @sses here before the real monster wakes up to kick your @ss.’

"What if you join our group instead?" Ezekiel suggested, hoping to appeal to their pragmatism. "We’re already set up here, and with your numbers, we’d be stronger together. No need to fight over territory when we can just work as a team."

"And why should we join you? We’re stronger, we’ve got more people. What makes you think you can call the shots?" he challenged, his tone still aggressive.

Ezekiel took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm and steady. "Look, we’ve got some strong members too, and we’re better off working together than wasting energy on a pointless fight. Plus, with more people, we can cover more ground and earn more points. It’s a win-win."

The leader scoffed, his smirk widening. "Strong members? Where?" He looked behind Ezekiel. "Oh you mean those three? Pfft! Hahaha! What can they possibly do? I told you to leave, and I meant it. If you don’t get out of here in the next minute, we’ll force you out."

Ezekiel sighed internally, his frustration growing as he realized the situation wasn’t going to resolve itself without some action. He wasn’t afraid of the group in front of him—not when they had Remillia, Rex, and Whitney on their side.

Even now, Rex and Whitney were still calmly setting up their tents, seemingly unconcerned by the threat posed by the newcomers. Ezekiel couldn’t help but pity the group challenging them. ’Oh well, a point is still a point,’ he thought with a resigned shrug.

With a nonchalant shrug, Ezekiel taunted, "Okay, good luck driving us out then." He was ready to charge at them, muscles tensing in anticipation of the fight, when a familiar voice interrupted.

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"What’s going on?" I appeared, yawning and stretching as I approached Ezekiel. "Rex woke me up saying that a bunch of f*ckers came to disturb us," I said, my tone laced with irritation at having her rest interrupted.

"Hey girl, move out of the way if you don’t want to fight," the leader taunted me however I ignored him and waited for Rex to speak who was now beside me along with Whitney.

"Those f*ckers threatened our leader," He quickly explained the situation to me, detailing the group’s demands and their aggressive behavior. As he spoke, the leader of the opposing group, visibly agitated by being ignored, shifted uncomfortably. His face contorted in anger, and his patience finally snapped. Enraged, he decided to make the first move.

"How dare you b!tch ignore me?!"

With a roar, the leader lunged forward, aiming to catch them off guard. But before he could get close, Remillia’s eyes flashed with a dangerous light. In a fluid motion, she stepped in front of Ezekiel, her hand moving faster than the leader could react. With a swift flick of her wrist, she unleashed a dagger as it whizzed past his face, a small cut formed on his cheek as he stumbled backward.

"You really should’ve thought twice before trying that," I said coldly, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.

Ezekiel couldn’t help but smirk, his earlier exhaustion replaced by confidence. "You were saying something about driving us out?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with challenge.

The leader’s face turned pale, and he swallowed hard, unable to find the words to respond. "W-what are you waiting for? Attack them and get their badges!"

The students hesitated for a moment, but the leader’s command pushed them forward. Realizing that Remillia, Rex, and Josh were likely stronger, they decided to target the "weaker" ones—Ezekiel and Whitney. "Let’s take out the weaker ones first!" one of them shouted, and the rest quickly agreed, turning their attention toward Ezekiel and Whitney.

As they advanced, the air was thick with tension, but Ezekiel and Whitney were far from intimidated. They could hear Rex, Josh, and Remillia laughing, their amusement at the situation evident.

Ezekiel’s eyes narrowed in irritation. "What do they think of us?! Are we that weak-looking?" he grumbled, his pride stung by the assumption.

Whitney, equally annoyed, tightened her grip on her whip, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Apparently, they’ve got a death wish," she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain.

The laughter from the others only fueled Ezekiel and Whitney’s resolve. As the attacking students closed in, Ezekiel’s frustration turned into a fierce determination. He readied himself, his posture tense and focused. Whitney, standing beside him, was a picture of controlled fury, her whip crackling with energy.

Just as the students lunged at them, Ezekiel and Whitney sprang into action. Whitney’s whip snapped through the air with lethal precision, catching one of the attackers off guard and sending him sprawling to the ground. Ezekiel, meanwhile, moved with surprising speed, dodging an attack and countering with a well-placed strike that knocked another student back.

Although they were good at fighting, Ezekiel’s frustration boiled over as he saw Rex, Josh, and Remillia casually snacking on popcorn while he and Whitney struggled against the relentless onslaught of their opponents. Sweat dripped down their faces, and their movements were growing increasingly strained as they parried and defended against the continuous attacks.

"Aren’t you going to help us?!" Ezekiel shouted, his voice tinged with exasperation as he deflected another strike.

"Nah, we’re good." Rex only gave him a thumbs up.

Rex, casually lounging with a bowl of popcorn, glanced over with a nonchalant shrug. "Nah, we’re good," he said, offering a thumbs up.

Josh, with a grin, took another handful of popcorn and nodded in agreement. "You guys are doing great. Just keep at it."

Remillia, who was only for the popcorn, added, "Besides, it’s good practice. You might even get some extra points for holding your ground."

Ezekiel’s jaw clenched in frustration. "You’ve got to be kidding me!"

Whitney, still catching her breath and visibly exhausted, glared at Remillia, Rex, and Josh with a mix of frustration and desperation. "Remi, I’m warning you! Either help us out, or we’ll vote you as our leader next! You don’t want that, do you?" Her voice was tinged with exasperation as she shouted at them, clearly at the end of her patience.

’Nope! To hell with being a leader!’

I immediately tossed the popcorn aside and stood up with a feigned look of concern. "What are you sitting there for, you two? Can’t you see that they’re already tired?"

The two boys can’t help but be stunned at her shamelessness. She was the one who suddenly has a popcorn out of nowhere and watched the two fight.

Rex raised an eyebrow, unable to resist pointing out the obvious. "Weren’t you the one who conjured up the popcorn in the first place? Out of nowhere, I might add?"

Josh nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, and you were the one enjoying the show the most, Remillia."

I shot them both a warning glare,my expression daring them to challenge her further. "Details," I dismissed their comments with a wave of my hand. "The point is, they’re tired, and we should help out now."

Whitney, still leaning on her knees for support, couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the shamelessness of Remillia’s sudden concern. But at the same time, she was too exhausted to argue any further and was just relieved that help might finally be coming.

With a sigh, I walked over to where Whitney and Ezekiel were recovering. "Alright, alright, let’s get you two some backup. Next time, don’t hesitate to call for help sooner. We can’t have you two collapsing on us."

Ezekiel, though still catching his breath, shot me a skeptical look. "We did ask for help, you know. Several times."

I grinned, unbothered by the accusation. "And now you have it. Better late than never, right?"