Transmigrated as The Forgotten Extra-Chapter 113 Departure.

Luna’s arrival brought a peaceful silence to the room. Cain looked at the girl, who gave him a warm smile that sent a flutter through his heart. He then turned to the woman beside her, Chloe, who waved her hands as the two of them stepped inside.

"You’ve arrived. Please, have a seat."

At Dosh’s invitation, the two new guests approached Cain’s sofa and sat down without hesitation, flanking him on both sides.

Fortunately, the sofa was oversized, leaving plenty of space despite the new arrivals.

Cain fixed his gaze straight ahead, painfully aware of the soft pressure of Luna’s arm against his shoulder on the spacious sofa. The scent of her hair—something floral was a dangerous distraction.

Since his visit to the Winterfell mansion, he had become incredibly aware of the silver-haired girl’s presence. However, even though his heart rate was skyrocketing, Cain fought to keep his expression neutral, maintaining his composed facade in front of his comrades.

Beyond his personal distraction, a tactical question surfaced: why were the seniors from the year above also summoned?

’Was that crimson-haired boy also trying to recruit Luna and Chloe?’

Cain looked up as the General shifted his position. Dosh leaned forward and, in front of everyone, bowed his head.

"I apologize for calling you all during your rest period."

Cain’s four teammates, along with Luna and Chloe, were about to speak, but a cold voice from Cain cut them off.

"Save the apologies, General. I know you can’t go against your superiors. Just give us the details and tell us what we’re supposed to do from here."

The room froze. All eyes turned to Cain, who was leaning back against the sofa with his arms crossed.

The General let out a long sigh, then straightened his posture to face the students under his charge. He clasped his hands together and began to speak.

"Very well. For this mission, you will be heading to the eastern border. The place where a new civilization will be built."

Hearing this, Cain and the cadets around him widened their eyes. A stunned silence fell over the group. The weight of that purpose settled on their shoulders. They never expected that the war involving almost all military personnel would be for such a purpose.

This wasn’t just a mission; it was the first step in humanity’s reclamation. A foundation for rebirth amidst the terror of the virus beasts.

However, a question arose in Cain’s mind.

’What is their reason for building another civilization? Is it for territorial expansion? Or...’

Several possibilities crossed his mind. The first was expansion, but a new civilization in the east didn’t mean humans could travel there freely.

It might serve as a forward operating base—a place for soldiers or cadets on outside missions to evacuate or rest.

His second thought was the worst-case scenario: Were the resources in Babylon City depleted? Or was the population overflowing to the point where relocation was necessary?

Cain stroked his chin, his mind racing through implications before he turned back to Dosh.

"What will that city be for? Relocation or a new Headquarters?"

Dosh stared straight at Cain for a few seconds before shrugging and leaning back in his chair.

"Both."

"I see."

The grey-haired boy sighed; his suspicions were confirmed. He realized that Babylon City, nestled within a cage of natural stone hills far from water sources, and surrounded by a barren crimson desert, was reaching its limit. It was no surprise this day had come.

A brief silence hung over the room until Luna, on his right, raised her hand.

"Then, what should we prepare, and what is our actual mission?"

Cain glanced at her briefly before turning back to General Dosh. Without a word, the man stood up, walked to his desk, picked up a terminal, and returned to the sofa.

"These are the mission details assigned to you."

With a tap of Dosh’s practiced fingers, Cain felt a vibration from his smartwatch. He immediately saw a small document icon on the screen and tapped it.

A document with tiny text appeared, and Cain had to squint to see it.

’Scan protocol.’

As he murmured the command in his head, his black eyes flashed blue, and a panel appeared in the corner of his vision.

[Scan Protocol activated]

[Scanning Information... Detailed Mission... Scan Complete.]

[Decompressing into Data!]

[Data successfully saved.]

[Would you like Data Reconstruction to absorb it into your brain? Y/N]

For a moment, Cain hesitated. Should he permanently save the mission data in his brain, or just read it a few times to get the gist?

But the situation demanded efficiency. Thinking "Yes," the system responded, it dissolved into a beam of blue light that lanced into Cain’s forehead.

Luckily, the information didn’t overwhelm his brain, and he managed to process it with only a light sigh.

’...So, for this mission, we are assigned as logistics providers for the soldiers fighting on the front lines. Departure is in three days.’

"You can read it in your room later. If you have questions, you can ask me then," Dosh said, moving to conclude the discussion.

Cain raised his hand, bringing up one critical issue. "I have one question."

"What is it?" The General raised an eyebrow, while the other cadets stared at Cain in bewilderment, wondering how he had finished reading that massive document so quickly.

"The name mentioned in the document I received... is he the person you said held the rank of Supreme?"

The moment the question left his lips, Dosh’s expression hardened. The man glared at Cain for a few seconds before finally shrugging.

"Yeah. You’re right."

Cain crossed his arms, looking down as he pressed his lips together.

"Three days... I see."

"Cain, did you read all of that?"

Rika asked from beside him. Cain turned to her and shook his head.

"Well, most of it. The letters were starting to make my eyes ache."

Despite his dismissal, the room grew quiet. Cain swept his gaze across those present; their eyes held a mixture of confusion and respect. The grey-haired boy stood up, prompting the other cadets to follow suit.

"General, I think we should end tonight’s discussion here."

"Yes, it’s time for you all to head back. Thank you for coming."

Dosh’s voice sounded gentle, giving him the impression of a father attending to his children.

Cain nodded and turned toward the entrance. His four teammates and the seniors followed him out of the building.

The cold air seeped into his skin, a chill that reached the bone, made him shiver. He recalled the mission details and glanced at Luna, who was walking close beside him.

"Senior Luna?"

"Hm?"

The silver-haired girl looked at him, her calm blue eyes seemingly able to peer into his heart.

"Can you contact Himura? I think I’ll need the weapon for this mission."

"Alright. Uncle Himura actually told me this morning that your weapon will be finished tomorrow."

"Great. Please give him my thanks."

As they approached the dormitory, they parted ways to rest.

The following days were a blur of focused intensity. Under Cain’s direction, their training shifted from individual prowess to cohesive unit tactics, covering each other’s blind spots, communicating with gestures, and mastering their Ether in synchronized bursts.

Three days passed in a blink. Cain and his four teammates stood at the gate of the training facility. Beside them were Senior Luna and her team, all waiting for Dosh.

"Sorry I’m a bit late."

The General’s voice was deep, laced with a tension that cast an oppressive atmosphere over the area. He walked closer, accompanied by his female assistant in a black suit, carrying a terminal.

Dosh looked into the eyes of every cadet standing before him and nodded.

"Very well. Let us depart."