I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 106

Angela shook her head, her worry evident. "We got separated during the storm yesterday. The rain was so heavy, we lost sight of each other. We tried searching for him, but the visibility was too poor, and we had to take shelter."

My heart sank at the news. "Did you find him?"

Edge hesitated to answer, his expression tense. He had never really liked Cypher, seeing him as a rival for Angela’s attention. The mere thought of Cypher being in trouble didn’t exactly stir sympathy in him, but he knew better than to voice those feelings aloud.

Angela noticed his hesitation and elbowed him sharply. "Say something. Are you mute or what?" she demanded, her frustration clear. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Edge rolled his eyes, but the irritation in his expression softened as he glanced at Angela. He could never stay mad at her for long. "Yes, we searched everywhere we could think of," he finally admitted, his tone begrudging. "But the rain washed away any tracks. We hoped he might find his way back to where we last camped out, but when he didn’t show up, we decided to keep looking. That’s when we ran into you."

His words were clipped, although there was a trace of sincerity in his voice, even if he didn’t fully share the urgency to find Cypher.

As the conversation lingered, Kairos returned and noticed Remillia talking to her friends. He approached Remillia with his usual confident stride and asked her while looking at the two, "Lia, is there something wrong?"

Angela and Edge exchanged glances, both feeling a bit aloof toward him. He was still new to their group, and while they acknowledged his skills, they hadn’t yet warmed up to him as they had with others. Angela’s demeanor was particularly reserved, and Edge’s expression was wary, his distrust of new people evident.

Angela and Edge exchanged glances, both feeling a bit aloof toward him. He was still new and they hadn’t yet warmed up to him as they had with others. Angela’s demeanor was particularly reserved, and Edge’s expression was wary, his distrust of new people evident.

I tried to push my worries about Cypher to the back of my mind, reminding myself that he was more than capable of defending himself. Despite my concern, I knew dwelling on it wouldn’t help. "It’s nothing serious," I said, trying to keep the mood light. "We were just discussing what happened with Cypher. But knowing him, he’ll be fine."

Kairos nodded, sensing the underlying tension but not pressing further. "Alright then, if that’s settled, we should head back to camp. It’s getting late already."

Angela tried to refuse saying that they need to find Cypher, "But what about Cypher? We need to find him-"

However, her words were cut off when she was met with a cold refusal from Kairos. "You won’t find him, especially not in the dark. It’s reckless to keep searching tonight. I suggest you wait until morning."

Angela glared at him, her frustration evident, while Edge clenched his fists, itching to smack Kairos for speaking to her that way. The tension between them was palpable, and I couldn’t help but feel confused. In the novel, other than Cypher and Edge being a love interest, Kairos was supposed to be the third male lead, which usually meant he had a softer side when it came to Angela. Yet, his attitude seemed completely out of character.

As we walked back towards the camp, Angela and Edge trailed behind, still simmering with irritation. Unable to shake my curiosity, I turned to Kairos. "Hey, why were you like that to Angela?"

He glanced at me briefly before looking ahead again. "What are you talking about?"

I frowned, not letting it drop. "You were rude to her."

Kairos raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent. "Rude? I wasn’t being rude. She was insisting on looking for your friend in the dark, which is dangerous and pointless. I was just being practical."

I studied his expression, trying to understand his motives. He didn’t seem to be lying, but his bluntness was unusual, especially considering his role in the story. "Still, you could’ve been a bit more considerate. She’s worried about Cypher."

He shrugged, unfazed. "Worrying doesn’t change the fact that it’s better to wait until morning. You know that as well as I do."

His matter-of-fact response left me with more questions than answers. I couldn’t figure out if this was just Kairos being overly practical or if there was something deeper behind his behavior.

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We finally reached the camp, and as soon as we arrived, Whitney and the rest of the group rushed over to welcome Angela and Edge. Their expressions brightened at the sight of more familiar faces.

"Angela! Edge! It’s good to see you both safe," Whitney said, relief evident in her voice as she gave them both a quick hug.

Rex grinned and nudged Edge playfully. "We were starting to think you guys had bailed on us."

Edge only stared at him, "No chance of that. We would have been complete if only Cypher didn’t get separated from us yesterday."

As everyone settled in, the atmosphere in the camp shifted to a lighter, more relaxed mood. Despite the worry lingering in the back of our minds about Cypher, the presence of Angela and Edge seemed to lift everyone’s spirits.

Whitney soon took charge, ensuring they both had something to eat and a place to rest. "You two must be exhausted. Get some food in you, and we’ll figure out how to find him tomorrow."

Angela hesitated, her eyes scanning the camp as if hoping Cypher might suddenly appear. But eventually, she nodded and sat down by the fire, accepting the meal handed to her. Edge followed suit nonchalantly.

As the camp grew quieter and everyone else drifted off to sleep, I found myself unable to do the same. My mind kept wandering back to Cypher, worrying about where he might be and whether he was safe. No matter how much I tried to relax, sleep just wouldn’t come.

"This didn’t happen in the novel... Should I just go look for him?" I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the unease. "He’s the MC, after all. He’s supposed to be fine. Why would I care for him anyway?"

But no matter how much I tried to convince myself of that, the anxiety gnawed at me. I tossed and turned, but sleep was elusive, my mind replaying the events of the day over and over. Finally, I had enough.

"Ah, f*ck this!" I kicked the blanket off in frustration and grabbed my dagger. I couldn’t just lie there any longer, not when every fiber of my being screamed at me to do something.

I silently slipped out of my bedroll and made my way out of the tent. The cool night air hit me, a stark contrast to the stuffy confines of the tent. The camp was eerily still, the only sounds the faint crackling of the dying campfire and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind.

I moved through the camp with practiced stealth, my steps light and deliberate. As I reached the edge of the camp, I glanced back one last time to make sure no one had noticed me leaving—especially Kairos. His keen senses were a constant annoyance, always seeming to know when I was up to something. The last thing I needed was for him to catch me sneaking out again.

Satisfied that I was alone, I ventured deeper into the dark woods, determined to find any sign of Cypher. The forest was eerily quiet, the thick canopy above blocking out most of the moonlight, leaving me to navigate through the shadows. It was too quiet, there were even no sounds of insects chirping.

I kept my senses sharp, straining to hear anything that might indicate Cypher’s presence—footsteps, a voice, anything. But there was nothing, just the steady rhythm of the forest at night.

As I moved further into the woods, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, like I was being watched. My instincts told me to be cautious, but I ignored it, more focused on finding Cypher than worrying about an unseen observer.

But then, a thought struck me: I hadn’t looked up.

I stopped in my tracks and slowly tilted my head back, scanning the branches above. And there he was—Kairos, lying comfortably on a thick branch, one leg dangling lazily as he eyed me silently, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

I clenched my fists in frustration, "How long have you been up there?"

Kairos smirked, his voice low and teasing as he replied, "Long enough to know you’re not very good at sneaking out." He gracefully dropped down from the tree, landing lightly on his feet beside me.

"Now, what are you doing out here alone, Remillia?" His voice suddenly turned cold as he stared at me, his usual smirk replaced by a serious expression.