I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 305

For a brief, tense second, I was pretty sure this was the moment I got kicked out, stabbed, or introduced to medieval customer service violence.

Instead—he froze.

His pupils shrank like they’d just witnessed the something terrifying.

"...Hmph."

He grunted approvingly and turned away without another word, grabbing a bottle.

’Why did he freeze?’ I asked internally.

[You still remember the Tigara?]

’Oh. Right. I inherited its Aura.’

So apparently I now came with a built-in "don’t mess with me unless you enjoy dying" filter. Socially awkward, but convenient.

I leaned back against the bar while waiting, letting my enhanced senses roam.

Yep. All NPCs.

The drunk guy singing in the corner? NPC.

The merchant loudly lying about his profits? NPC.

The man asleep face-down in stew? Definitely NPC.

Their movements were just a bit too repetitive. Their conversations looped oddly if I listened too long. It was like being inside a very immersive stage play where everyone forgot their lines halfway through but committed anyway.

Then—

The tavern door creaked open.

Two figures stepped inside.

"Do we really have to come here first?" the woman said, wrinkling her nose.

"Then go look for another place," the man beside her replied, unfazed.

I stiffened.

Dark blue hair. Crystal-blue eyes that reflected light unnaturally even in this dim tavern. His posture was relaxed, but the kind that screamed trained to kill without spilling his drink.

Beside him, the woman had bright yellow hair streaked with blue highlights, her ombre eyes glowing faintly like embers fading into ice.

’Oh no.’

Gage "Virtuoso" and Alicia "Inferna."

Heroes from Sector 0.

Not just famous. Not just strong. These two were walking disasters with fan clubs. The strongest assets the GHA liked to parade around whenever they needed to remind the world who held the biggest stick.

The bartender slid my mug toward me just as Gage’s gaze casually swept the room.

For a split second—just a fraction—his eyes met mine.

The Tigara’s Aura stirred.

His brow twitched. He didn’t react further, but I knew. He felt it.

I took a slow sip of my rum, keeping my expression neutral.

’Great,’ I thought. ’Day one, and I’ve already attracted the attention of Sector 0.’

I kept my head lowered, hood pulled just enough to shadow my face, and continued listening to their conversation.

"What is this place anyway?" Alicia asked, wrinkling her nose as she glanced around the pub like it personally offended her fashion sense.

"This is the Mercenary Pub," Gage replied calmly. "They hand out missions on the bulletin board over there."

"So we make money by doing dirty work," Alicia summarized.

Gage nodded once.

"How much do we need to earn again?" she asked, already sounding bored.

"One thousand points in ten days."

"Easy~" Alicia sang, twirling a finger lazily.

I almost choked on my rum.

Easy.

Right. Spoken like someone who hadn’t been chewed on by sea monsters, chased by killer birds, or emotionally abused by a system with a god complex.

After this stage, players who possessed more than 1000 points would finally be allowed to move inside the Gateway. Those who failed?

They’d be booted out and repeat the three stages again three months later.

Three months.

Which in system time probably translated to three months of suffering with interest.

Alicia leaned closer to the bulletin board, reading aloud."Let’s see... destroying a Lazari settlement, wiping out a group of bandits, dismantling an illegal auction house, catching the culprit behind a stolen crystal..."

She paused, then added casually, "Wow. This place really encourages crime-solving and crime."

"We could probably finish them all today," Gage said, already rolling his shoulders like he was warming up for a massacre.

Alicia shot him a glare. "Please. You’ll be dead tired before the day even ends."

"Are you underestimating me right now?" Gage replied, his tone sharpening slightly.

"I’m being realistic," she shot back. "You know your Gift is restricted right now."

"...And so is mine," she added with a click of her tongue.

They continued bickering in low voices, and I was just starting to relax—just starting to think I could finish my rum and slip out quietly—

When the tavern door opened again, the temperature dropped just a bit, like someone opened a window straight into trouble.

"Did you have fun at the previous stage?"

"Can you keep quiet?"

My grip tightened around my mug.

’Oh, come on. Is this a reunion episode?’

I didn’t even need to look.

I could immediately tell who they were just from their voices.

It was Dagur and Thorne.

"How the hell are we supposed to earn—eh?" Dagur suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

"Oh...?" Thorne followed his gaze.

Both of them had spotted Gage and Alicia standing in front of the bulletin board.

Gage and Alicia noticed them at the exact same time.

Four pairs of eyes locked at each other.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

The air itself seemed to tense, like the pub had inhaled and forgotten how to breathe.

Their Auras began to leak out instinctively—heavy, sharp, and oppressive. The wooden tables creaked. A few NPCs stiffened, suddenly finding the ceiling very interesting. One poor mercenary quietly slid under his table like a man who had learned from experience.

I calmly put my mug down.

"Fill this up," I told the bartender. "Strongest one you’ve got."

My eyes stayed on the four ticking bombs across the room.

"You two know me, right?" Gage finally broke the silence, his voice dangerously calm as he glared at Dagur and Thorne.

"That’s right, kid," Dagur replied lazily. "Seen you once before."

"...Kid?" Gage echoed.

Dagur tilted his head, pretending to think. "Oh wait. Maybe it’s more appropriate to call you little brat instead."

Gage laughed—a low, humorless sound. "I dare you to say that again..."

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

’Great. Five seconds from now someone’s skull is going through a wall.’

Before I could intervene verbally, Gage took a step forward.

"You two. I order you to—"

I didn’t let him finish.

I released my Aura.

Not just mine.

I layered it—my pressure wrapped tightly around the Tigara’s Aura, letting that primal, predatory presence surge outward like a silent roar.

The effect was instant.

The pub froze.

NPCs stiffened like statues. The bartender’s hand locked mid-pour. The air felt thick, heavy, like standing beneath a predator’s shadow.

"Who—" Gage started, turning toward me.

Too slow.

In one smooth motion, I flicked my wrist and sent my dagger flying—just close enough to scream don’t move.

At the same time, I grabbed my freshly filled mug and hurled it straight at Gage’s open mouth.

"—ACK—?!"

The strongest alcohol in the pub went straight down his throat.

Alicia reacted instantly, stepping in to deflect the dagger—but that split second cost her. Gage swallowed everything, coughing violently, eyes watering as he staggered back.

"What—are you—doing?!" he hacked.

While all attention was on him, I recalled my dagger mid-air and moved.

Silently.

Dagur and Thorne felt me before they saw me.

Dagur’s eyes widened slightly. "You—"

I raised a finger.

Shut up.

Thorne blinked once, then smirked faintly. "Ah. That look. I was wondering when you’d show up."

"Follow me," I muttered, already grabbing both of them by the sleeves.

Before anyone could react, I dragged them out of the pub.

The door slammed shut behind us.

The moment we stepped outside, the pressure lifted. Sounds rushed back in—shouting, coughing, someone yelling about "unprovoked alcohol assault."

Dagur burst out laughing. "HAHAHAHA—did you just weaponize alcohol?"

"I absolutely did," I replied flatly. "He needed hydration anyway."

Thorne glanced back at the pub, clicking his tongue. "Why’d you stop us from confronting them? Their stats are restricted just like ours, right? I really wanted to beat that brat up."

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I scanned the street—armored guards patrolling in pairs.

"Let’s go somewhere safer," I said, grabbing both of them by the sleeves again before they could argue.

"Hey—!"

"Oi—!"

I dragged them into a narrow alleyway where the noise dulled and the shadows did most of the hiding. Only when I was sure no one was watching did I let go.

"So?" Dagur crossed his arms, towering over me. "Care to explain, kid?"

"You’ll get arrested if you fight inside the town," I replied flatly. "Haven’t you noticed the guards? This place has anti-combat wards layered into the streets. The moment you throw a real punch, you’ll have half the city on you."

As if on cue, heavy boots clanked past the alley entrance.

Thorne let out a long sigh. "Tch. Annoying."

Dagur rolled his shoulders, annoyed. "That brat’s lucky," he muttered. "If this were outside—"

"He’d be coughing up teeth instead of alcohol," I finished.

Dagur grinned. "Exactly."

I shifted topics before they started fantasizing about murder again. "By the way, have you met Boss yet?"

"We just arrived here too—" Thorne suddenly paused mid-sentence, his gaze drifting toward the main street. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Oh. Wait. There he is."

He pointed.

I followed his finger and immediately spotted Kairos standing near a cluster of street vendors. He was calm as ever, hands behind his back, examining trinkets laid out on a wooden stall—rings, charms, little glowing stones.

Just as I was about to focus harder—

"Hey, kid," Dagur said suddenly.

I blinked. "What?"

"Where did you get that?" He pointed straight at my clothes.

Thorne leaned closer, squinting. "Yeah. That looks way better than the Vision-issued garbage."

I looked down at myself—the fitted leather and reinforced seams, along with my hood and mask. Back on the first stage, I took all their leather stockpile to make myself a a proper set of clothes.

"I made them," I said quickly, cutting them off before the interrogation could begin, and tried to look back at Kairos.

Thorne stepped directly into my line of sight. "Really?" His eyes sparkled. "Then make one for me."

"Me too, me too," Dagur chimed in immediately.

"Sure," I said without hesitation. "If you’re paying."

Thorne blinked. "Paying?"

"Points only," I clarified.

Dagur puffed his chest out proudly. "I’ve got a thousand Glacium on me right now."

I stared at him.

"...Points," I repeated.

Dagur deflated instantly. "Then never mind."

"Thought so," I said, shoving Thorne aside to get a clear view of Kairos again. "Now move."

Dagur stepped aside, grumbling—but by the time he did, the vendor stall was empty.

Kairos was gone.

"...You’ve got to be kidding me," I muttered.

"Let’s just go meet Boss properly," Thorne said, grabbing both of us by the wrists. "I know where he wandered off to."

"Why do you always grab people—"

He dragged us back onto the main street and stopped in front of a small shop.

A snack shop.

Skewers sizzled over a grill. Sweet smells mixed with fried dough and something suspiciously spicy. And right there—

Kairos stood calmly, holding a stick of grilled meat, looking like a man who had absolutely zero worries in life.

Thorne waved enthusiastically. "Hey, Boss! Fancy meeting you here!"

Kairos turned.

His eyes landed on Dagur and Thorne.

Then on me.