Transmigrated as The Forgotten Extra-Chapter 117 A Warning and Thanks.

When the panel appeared in his vision, Cain lifted the corner of his lips. It had been a while since the system had shown Cain’s progress since he woke up in the hospital.

Joy began to swell in his chest; the thrill of witnessing one’s own growth was something everyone wanted to see but often couldn’t. Such an irony.

Cain was no exception; a system that appeared out of nowhere, showing his stats and growth in exchange for his memories. Thinking back, it was a pretty nasty trade.

Not only had he forgotten his past world, but his memories of this world were fragmented, too, making him a "half-assed" guy loitering around in a dying world.

However, let bygones be bygones. Cain only needed to look ahead and witness the ending of the story that had thrown him into its world. And, if possible, stay alive until that time comes.

’Five points, huh... should I invest them?’

The grey-haired boy rested the back of the katana on his shoulder. His gaze lingered on the blue panel for a moment before he averted his eyes, causing the system to disappear.

’Let’s save them for now.’

Five points were enough to increase his overall abilities by +1, but he wanted to save them in case something went south. It was good to have self-restraint.

Just as he was about to walk away, Cain stopped. A jolt of adrenaline coursed through his nerves, making his body tense.

His black eyes swept around the place, but there was no creature, neither human nor metal monster, to be seen.

’Was it just my imagination?’

He lingered for a bit, and after ensuring there were no hidden eyes or reinforcements, Cain sheathed his blade and walked back toward the hole to return to his teammates. His steps were slow as his mind returned to the details of the breach.

’They came in a small group with one leader. But is it just a coincidence?’

With humanity currently at war on the borders to protect this construction site, it seemed impossible for a group of virus beasts to slip through their surveillance and nearly bring chaos to the camp.

It was unlikely this was a random attack by those virus beasts; there had to be a monster controlling them from behind, just like that time.

Once again, Cain stopped. This time, it wasn’t because of a chill down his spine, but out of curiosity.

Why was humanity trying to expand its territory? Was it really for relocation? Or were they hiding something else?

Cain let out a long sigh and, for the last time, stared out at the vast plains. The blackish-red expanse stretching to the horizon brought a sense of loneliness.

’Eagle eye.’

His black pupils dilated and then narrowed like a lens. The world around him seemed to expand; he could even see individual grains of black dust floating in the air.

After scouting the area for a moment, Cain closed his eyes and sighed. He turned around to head back.

’There’s no one. I hope my hunch is wrong.’

Cain walked back through the cleaved wall; the residual heat from the monster’s slash still lingered. He looked straight ahead, but his brows soon furrowed at the scene before him. The seniors surrounded his four teammates.

His soft expression immediately hardened, becoming flat and emotionless. The boy shortened the distance between them and spoke.

"What is the meaning of this?"

His voice was quiet, carrying a sharp coldness like the edge of a blade ready to slit the throat of anyone who dared to touch his teammates.

He looked at his team, seeing Abel, Rika, Louise, and Peter with expressions as if they had just swallowed a bitter pill. The boy almost exploded, but swallowed back his anger.

A towering shadow loomed over him. It was Senior Oliver, the crimson-haired boy, who faced Cain with a glare.

"Meaning? I should be the one saying that. Why did you leave your post without waiting for orders from your superior?"

The atmosphere froze instantly. Cain unconsciously held his breath, while his four teammates stared at the senior with brows raised in utter bewilderment.

Cain let out an exaggerated sigh, an action that drew glares from several seniors, including the foxy boy and those on Luna’s team who didn’t know Cain well.

"Okay. And who exactly is the ’superior’ here?"

Undeterred by the cynical glares, Cain crossed his arms over his chest. From behind his visor, he saw Oliver’s brow twitch before the senior roared.

"Do you even realize what you’ve done? You’ve violated the ethics of a soldier! How dare you even consider yourself a soldier of Babylon!"

The grey-haired boy remained silent, not because he was intimidated, but because he noticed his teammates clenching their fists.

"You dare ignore me, huh?!"

"Shut up!"

Cain’s words were sharp enough to cut through anyone’s focus.

"Orders? F**k your orders. Do you realize that if my team had been even a second late, we’d be looking at body bags today?"

Cain paused, glancing at the seniors staring at him with disdain.

"You say I’m not fit to be a soldier? Well duh, I’m a cadet. Also, I’d rather be a rebel who can save the lives of those closest to me than a soldier who spouts nothing but hypocrisy like you."

Oliver’s body flinched, then began to tremble, his hands balled into tight fists. Cain turned away for a moment, then decided to pour a little more oil onto the fire.

"Listen, I’m ready to take whatever risks come my way. That’s why I acted. So don’t act like a big boss here, when your rank is nothing more than a cadet, Senior."

At that moment, a red aura burst from the senior’s body. The energy was wrapped in raw anger and killing intent, causing Cain’s body to respond instinctively.

In a flash, Cain’s hand slammed into the senior’s visor. With a powerful shove, he knocked the taller boy off balance and slammed him into the ground, creating a web of cracks in the floor.

His free left hand blurred as he drew his katana. Before all the witnesses, Cain pointed the tip of his blade directly at the senior’s visor, causing the glass to crack.

"Why? Are you that desperate to die?"

"D-Damn you!"

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?!"

The foxy senior tried to intervene, but he stopped when Cain’s four teammates aimed their weapons, unafraid of facing the same consequences as their leader.

Silence began to reign over the place. Yet that heavy, suffocating silence was broken by a melodic voice, like a winter bell. Its elegance brought a freezing wind that buried the tension under invisible snow.

"That’s enough, Cain."

Cain’s eyebrow twitched as he looked up at Senior Luna. He widened his eyes as he saw Luna casting a cold gaze toward the guy beneath him, as if she were looking at filth.

The silver-haired girl then shifted her attention to Cain’s group, and a serene smile bloomed on her face.

"Calm down, everyone. Let’s hear what the Supreme Commander has to say later."

Hearing her suggestion, Cain’s teammates exchanged glances. Slowly, they released their grips and lowered their weapons.

Cain cast one last glance at the senior beneath him and sighed.

"Huff, what a waste of time."

He stood up and faced his friends.

"You guys, okay?"

The four remained silent for a moment, looking at each other before simultaneously giving him a thumbs-up. This finally caused Cain’s stiff lips to part into a smile.

"Good, then. Let’s ask someone for directions to the storage."

Ignoring the glares directed at him, Cain left the scene with his team. He approached a nearby woman who had gathered to watch the commotion.

"Excuse me."

"Thank you," the woman said, reaching out to shake Cain’s hand. "Thank you so much for saving us back there."

Cain raised an eyebrow, shook his head, and jabbed his thumb toward his teammates.

"I had help from my team. I’m just glad there were no casualties."

"But still, I’m grateful."

"I see." Cain went into silence before continuing his ask.

A few moments later, Cain and his team walked away from the seniors. It turned out that the storage area was quite close to where the incident had occurred.

Once things had calmed down, Cain, who walked ahead of his team, reflected on what had just happened.

’Did I go a bit too far?’

He pondered the question in his head, but found no answer.

’Well, who cares anyway.’

He brushed off the conflict casually, unaware that the people he had insulted were glaring at his back, harboring malicious thoughts in their heads.