I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 109

The walk with Angela was quiet—uncomfortably so. I wasn’t exactly sure what to say to her, and I could tell she felt the same. The sounds of the forest filled the silence between us, from the soft crunch of leaves beneath our boots to the distant chirping of birds. I kept my eyes ahead, hoping that we’d run into something—anything—so I wouldn’t have to deal with this awkwardness for much longer.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Angela broke the silence.

"So... Cypher," she started hesitantly, her voice soft. "You think he’s okay?"

I glanced at her, surprised she brought it up. "He’s the MC," I joked half-heartedly, using the term that only made sense to me. "I’m sure he’s fine."

Angela chuckled lightly, though the worry in her eyes didn’t fade. "Yeah, I guess you’re right," she said, though her tone was still uncertain. "I just can’t stop thinking about him. He... he’s always there when I need him, and now he’s the one missing."

I didn’t respond immediately, unsure how to approach this conversation. Angela’s feelings for Cypher were obvious and I had my own reasons for wanting to find him, but getting into that now felt... complicated.

"Yeah," I finally muttered. "He’ll probably show up at the last minute and save the day. That’s what he does, right?"

Angela smiled faintly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I hope so," she murmured, kicking a stray rock on the path.

I sighed inwardly after Angela’s words, but soon the silence fell between us again. Just when I thought we’d be stuck in this awkward walk for the rest of the trip, a faint noise caught my attention. My ears perked up. It was subtle at first—rustling leaves, distant movement—but then I heard it clearly: a groan.

My heart skipped a beat, adrenaline rushing through my veins. ’Could it be...?’

I immediately turned to Angela, eyes wide. "Angela, try to catch up with me," I said, my voice low but urgent.

Without waiting for her response, I picked up the pace, my legs moving quickly as my senses went into overdrive. My mind raced through possibilities, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that the groan I heard might belong to Cypher. I had to know. I had to find out.

The noise grew louder as I pushed forward, weaving through the trees and over roots, my dagger gripped tightly in my hand. Angela followed behind, her footsteps lighter but hesitant.

I froze, my eyes going wide in shock and disbelief. There, in front of us, was Cypher—bound by thick, writhing vines that snaked around his body in a disturbingly suggestive way. His arms were pinned above his head, and his shirt had been torn, leaving him half-exposed. His face was flushed, either from the strain of his capture or because of the paralyzing effect and his chest rose and fell rapidly as he was tied there motionless.

"Cyphe- mmpf!" Angela gasped, about to shout his name when I quickly covered her mouth, my hand muffling her cry.

"Shhh," I hissed, pressing a finger to my lips and signaling her to stay quiet. My heart raced for an entirely different reason now. My face felt like it was on fire. Of all the situations, this was how we were going to find him?

What we’re facing right now isn’t just any ordinary vines but a monster—Lascovite Vine.

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Lascovite Vine

Difficulty: Standard Grade 1

Form: It appears as an ordinary vine at first glance but is much more sinister. It has a central core hidden deep within the forest floor, which controls the network of vines that extend outward. These vines are covered in small, needle-like thorns that can inject a paralytic toxin into any creature they ensnare. The Lascovite Vine’s tendrils are strong yet flexible, capable of stretching and coiling around victims to restrain them completely. The vines are unusually warm, making them seem less threatening initially, as they mimic natural forest flora.

Killing Method: It relies on deception to capture its prey. Once a victim is restrained by the vines, the paralytic toxin injected through the thorns gradually immobilizes the target. The creature feeds off its victim’s magical energy and life force, slowly draining them while they remain conscious but unable to move. As the prey becomes weaker, the vine tightens its grip, eventually crushing bones and internal organs once it has absorbed enough life force. The Lascovite Vine is known to leave its victims bound and barely alive as bait to lure other creatures or people into its trap.

Weak Spot: It lies in its central core, which is buried underground at the base of the vine cluster. This core is sensitive to fire, extreme cold, and direct magical attacks. The vines themselves are resilient to most physical attacks, but severing them can disrupt the core’s control, though only temporarily. Finding and destroying the core will kill the entire network of vines instantly, but doing so requires precision, as the core is usually hidden beneath dense foliage or soil.

Alternatively, severing the main vine, which is thicker than the rest and leads back to the core, can weaken the creature long enough to free its victims. This main vine is identifiable by the darker green hue and the slightly glowing veins running through it. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

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I glanced over at Angela, who was still staring at Cypher, her face a mix of shock and embarrassment. The perfect opportunity had presented itself.

"This should be easy," I muttered under my breath, a sly smirk creeping onto my lips. I knew exactly what needed to be done.

I stepped closer to Angela, lowering my voice to keep things calm. "Angela, I need you to do something for me," I said, trying to keep my tone serious but light enough to not alarm her. "I need you to go over there and distract the vines—just make some noise, wave your arms, anything to get their attention. Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you."

Angela blinked, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What? Me? Distract them? How?"

I kept my smirk hidden. "Just act like you’re trying to save Cypher. Trust me, the vines are sensitive to movement. If you move quickly, they’ll react to you instead of me."

Her face flushed a deeper shade of red, her gaze darting back to Cypher’s restrained form. "But—"

"You’ve got this," I said firmly, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I’ll handle the rest."

Angela hesitated for a moment, clearly conflicted, but I could see the determination flicker in her eyes. She nodded, stepping forward with a shaky resolve. As she moved toward the vines, I quietly positioned myself, watching for the right moment to strike.

’She’ll be just fine.’ I thought to myself as I raised my dagger, preparing to sever the main vine the moment Angela made her move.

The moment Angela waved her arms and the vines shifted toward her, I didn’t waste a second. I darted forward, my dagger ready to slice through the vine’s base where it clung to Cypher.

"REMI, YOU WITCH!" Angela’s voice rang out in pure panic as the vines reached for her. "I’m a long-range attacker, you should be the one who’s chased!!!"

I couldn’t help but laugh under my breath as I slashed at the thickest part of the vine, quickly severing it. "You’ll be fine!" I called back, barely containing my amusement as I freed Cypher from the plant’s hold.

The vines hissed and recoiled in frustration, focusing all their attention on Angela now. Her frustration was evident, but I knew she could handle it—or at least buy me enough time.

With Cypher freed, I quickly pulled him away from the monster’s reach. "Cypher, are you okay?" I whispered, shaking him lightly to snap him out of the paralysis.

Meanwhile, Angela continued her frustrated attempts to evade the vines, shooting me a glare every chance she got. "You’re SO dead when this is over!" she yelled, dodging another vine.

I couldn’t help but smirk. "Yeah, yeah, save it for later."

I didn’t worry about Angela, knowing full well she could handle herself. Marksmen were notorious for their agility and quick reflexes, and Angela was no exception. She dodged the vines with ease, her movements fluid and calculated, though the scowl on her face showed her clear annoyance with me.

I focused on Cypher, shaking him again to fully wake him up but he won’t budge. I furrowed my brows, leaning closer to Cypher, pressing my ear to his chest to hear his heartbeat. It was steady but faint. ’There was nothing physically wrong with him, so why isn’t he waking up yet?’

I was about to lift my head when his arm suddenly snaked towards my back and pulling me towards him.

I froze as Cypher’s arms suddenly wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. My heart skipped a beat, and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. For a second, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt my face flush with warmth.

"What the—" I muttered, feeling my face heat up. I tried to lift my head, but his arms tightened around me, pulling me closer.

"Cypher?" I whispered, unsure if he was even conscious or just reacting instinctively. His grip was strong, and it felt... comforting, he held onto me like I was some kind of lifeline.

I quickly shook the thought away, mentally scolding myself. Now’s not the time for this!

"Cypher!" I whispered, half-panicked and half-annoyed.

"In the distance, Angela’s voice echoed through the trees. "Hey, are you done over there? Because I’m NOT enjoying this vine dance!"

I sighed, torn between the panic in Angela’s voice and the warmth of Cypher’s hold. "Cypher, we have to move," I said, though it was more to myself at this point. I gently nudged him, trying to break free from his embrace without making it awkward.