I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 103

With Remillia, Rex, and Josh finally joining the fray, the tide of the battle quickly turned. The remaining students, already worn down from their relentless assault on Whitney and Ezekiel, were no match for the fresh reinforcements. The clash of magic and steel was short-lived as the three swiftly subdued their opponents.

Whitney and Ezekiel, utterly spent from the earlier fight, slumped down on the ground, catching their breath as they watched the chaos unfold. The students who had attacked them now lay scattered around the area, groaning in pain and unable to continue the fight.

The leader of the group, however, remained standing, though just barely. His eyes darted around in desperation, realizing that his plan had backfired spectacularly. He was visibly trembling, sweat dripping down his forehead as he faced the three who had effortlessly taken down his group.

Remillia stepped forward, her gaze cold and calculating. "Our leader tried to warn you," she said, her voice calm but laced with a hint of menace, "but you just wouldn’t listen huh?"

The leader swallowed hard, trying to muster some semblance of bravado. "This... this isn’t over!" he stammered, though his voice lacked conviction.

He tried to run but Rex quickly blocked his way causing him to stumble down. Rex smiled creepily at him, "What should we do to him, Remillia?"

The leader’s ears ringed as he heard the name, "R-Remillia? The Wicked Witch?" He quickly looked at Remillia who was coldly staring down at him. "I-I’m sorry if I had known you were Remillia, we wouldn’t have attacked you carelessly. P-please spare me and my g-group, I swear we won’t come here again."

Remillia thought for a moment while playing with her dagger, "Hmmm, I’ll spare you and your team if by the count of 10, you’re already out of my sight. Ready?"

The leader nodded eagerly, "Yes, yes! Thank you very much!"

As soon as Remillia counted "1-" the leader started to move but froze again when he heard the next number. "10, time’s up. Rex and Josh, grab their badges."

As soon as the final number left Remillia’s lips, the leader’s face drained of all color. He had barely taken a step when he realized his time was already up. Panic seized him as Rex and Josh moved in with predatory grins, their intentions clear.

"Please! Wait—" the leader stammered, but his plea was cut short as Rex swiftly relieved him of his badge, while Josh made quick work of collecting the others from the fallen students. The leader’s protests were drowned out by the sound of their badges slowly piling up.

Remillia twirled her dagger idly in her hand, her expression unreadable as she watched the scene unfold. "It’s because of your arrogance that led your team to be eliminated," she said coolly, her tone devoid of sympathy.

The leader, now utterly defeated, could only nod weakly in response. He knew there was no point in begging further.

As the leader and his group scrambled away, the sudden beeping of their watches filled the air. The sound was unmistakable—their watches signaling that they had been officially eliminated from the exam. The leader’s face twisted with a mix of shock and despair as he stared at his watch, realizing the full extent of their defeat.

"We... we’re out," one of his teammates muttered, disbelief heavy in his voice.

As they were escorted by the supervisors towards the dock, heading for the cruise ship where the eliminated students were gathered, they couldn’t hold back their frustration. The walk felt long, and the weight of their failure hung heavily in the air.

"This is all your fault, Marcus!" one of the students snapped, glaring at their leader. "If you hadn’t been so stubborn, we wouldn’t be out of the exam this early."

"We shouldn’t have followed him," one of Marcus’s teammates whispered to another as they found seats on the deck. "We should’ve known better."

Another student sighed, shaking his head in dismay. "We had a chance to join them, but you just had to pick a fight. Now look where it got us."

Marcus, the leader, gritted his teeth, his face flushed with embarrassment and anger. "How was I supposed to know they were that strong? And how was I supposed to know we were up against the Wicked Witch of all people? I just know her name!"

"Everyone knows her reputation," a girl muttered, crossing her arms. "You just didn’t listen. We could’ve been earning points right now instead of being shipped off as losers."

As Marcus and his group stepped into the ship’s grand hall, they were thought they were the only ones who were there but they were surprised to see how many other students had already been eliminated. The spacious area was filled with students, some lounging around, others discussing their experiences, and a few even sulking in corners. However, what immediately drew their attention was the large screen at the center of the hall.

The screen displayed the live rankings of all students who are still in the exam, with each name followed by their respective points. While the eliminated students have their names at the bottom of the screen. It was impossible to ignore the top name on the list—Remillia Lockhart. freewёbnoνel.com

Her name shone brightly at the very top, but what really stunned everyone was the number next to it. Her points were almost at 10,000, a number so high that it seemed almost impossible given that only a day has passed.

Marcus and his group exchanged glances, their earlier frustrations momentarily forgotten as they stared at the screen in disbelief.

"Nearly 10,000 points? How the hell did she manage that?" one of them whispered in awe.

"Not just her," another pointed out, directing their attention to the names just below Remillia’s—Cypher, Edge, and Caleo. Each of them had also accumulated a significant number of points, though they still trailed behind Remillia.

"It’s insane," Marcus muttered, his earlier arrogance completely deflated. "They’re on a completely different level."

"Remillia isn’t called the Wicked Witch for nothing," one student remarked, not unkindly, but with a tone of reverence that reflected the awe they all felt. "But seriously, how the hell is anyone supposed to compete with that?"

The others nodded in agreement, murmuring their shared sentiments. They had all heard stories about Remillia before, but seeing her dominance in the rankings made those rumors seem even more real.

Around them, other eliminated students were having similar reactions. Conversations buzzed through the hall as everyone marveled at how quickly the top students had racked up points. The reality of their situation hit them even harder now—while they had struggled and ultimately failed, others had not only survived but thrived in the harsh conditions of the exam.

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As we all sat around in a circle, the pile of badges in the center of our group, I couldn’t help but smirk at Ezekiel’s grumbling. He was still catching his breath, sweat dripping down his forehead, but his frustration was clear. "We would have finished that early if you three had joined the fight from the start!" he shouted, glaring at me in particular. "Especially you, Remillia!"

Whitney, finally recovering from the intense fight, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, next time, maybe step in before we’re about to collapse."

I couldn’t help but laugh, raising both of my hands in mock surrender. "Chill! You two handled yourselves just fine. Just consider it a learning experience."

Ezekiel wasn’t having it, though. His sulking expression made it clear that he wasn’t satisfied with just handling it. "I don’t want what you’re saying, we want more badges," he muttered, still pouting.

I grinned at him as we all settled into our makeshift circle, the badges glittering temptingly in the center. "I was going to do that even if you didn’t tell me," I replied, my tone light as I reached for the badges. "Now, let’s see how many points we’ve racked up with these."

Ezekiel’s frustration seemed to melt a bit as he eyed the badges, though he still shot me a playful glare. "You better not hog all the glory, Remillia," he warned, though there was a hint of a smile on his face.

I chuckled, tossing a badge to him. "Wouldn’t dream of it. But hey, next time, maybe don’t make me come to your rescue."

Kairos finally returned to the camp, holding three large, freshly killed rabbits. He noticed the group gathered around, engrossed in something, and curiously approached. "What are you doing?" he asked, eyeing Remillia, who was busy dividing the badges.

Without looking up, I replied, "You’re here? Sad since you missed the party."

Kairos handed the rabbits to Ezekiel, who was sitting beside me. "Can I have one?" he asked, his tone hopeful.

I shot him a glare. "No. You weren’t here earlier, so shoo," I said, making a shooing gesture with my hand, still focused on the badges.

Kairos didn’t mind, he stole a lot of badges anyway. Ezekiel, holding the rabbits awkwardly, spoke up, "U-uhm, what should I do with these?" He looked at Kairos, clearly unsure of what to do.

Kairos mimicked my earlier gesture, waving Ezekiel off. "You’re the leader, so cook them for dinner or something. Now shoo."

Ezekiel grumbled under his breath, "What about my badges?" but he still stood up to skin the rabbits, resigned to his fate.