I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra

Of course, it was naive to think that would be the end of it.

The moment I stepped onto the street, I felt multiple presence silently following me.

Ten people.

Probably house enforcers or desperate scammers planning to steal back their money. They kept their distance and blended into the crowd.

I let them follow.

I turned corners at random, passed through quieter streets, and finally slipped into a narrow alleyway where the lantern light barely reached.

The moment I placed the Jester’s Mask and activated it, the world lurched sideways.

Not literally—but that was how it felt to everyone watching.

My silhouette split and wavered, as if reality itself couldn’t decide where I was standing.

The ten men rushed me all at once.

The first man swung a club straight at my head and missed by a mile.

I bent backward far more than a spine reasonably should, my body folding like a broken marionette. The club whistled through where my face should have been. Before he could recover, I snapped upright, my head jerking inches from his nose.

I slammed my elbow into his ribs. His breath exploded out of him in a wheeze as he folded and dropped.

Two more rushed me from the sides as I skipped forward.

My steps were uneven, left foot hopping, right foot dragging, shoulders swaying like I was dancing to music only I could hear. Their blades cut the air, slashing through afterimages as my body jittered between positions.

"Stop moving!" one of them shouted as he hesitated to attack.

I ducked low, slid between his legs, and smacked the back of his knee with the flat of my dagger’s hilt. He screamed as his leg buckled. Before he hit the ground, I popped back up behind him and bonked the side of his head with my forehead.

He went limp mid-fall.

A fourth enemy tried to flank me.

I fell forward straight at him and headbutted him square in the face. My vision rattled, stars bursting behind my eyes, but his nose crunched loudly and he dropped like a sack of bricks.

The remaining ones hesitated now, circling me warily before charging at me once again.

I ran at them—then abruptly stopped, crouched, rolled sideways, sprang backward, then forward again. My path made no sense. Their coordination collapsed instantly as they tripped over each other trying to adjust.

One swung blindly.

I ducked.

Another stabbed where my chest had been a second ago but I wasn’t there.

I popped up behind them both, clapped my hands loudly right between their heads, and shouted—

"BOO!"

They flinched.

I kicked one in the stomach, sending him crashing into the alley wall. The other I grabbed by the collar, spun once—too many times, actually—and hurled him face-first into the ground.

Only one left.

He backed away slowly, eyes wide, weapon shaking.

He turned to run as I threw my dagger.

It wasn’t a perfect throw since the Jester’s Mask ruined my precision but luck twisted midair. The blade smacked him in the back of the head, handle-first.

He dropped instantly.

I reached up and removed the Jester’s Mask, the world snapping back into place.

My movements steadied. My breathing evened out as I exhaled slowly.

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I silently went back to where I’d sneaked out earlier—the window. I crouched low and peeked inside first, holding my breath like a thief checking for guards. The room was dim, lit only by the weak glow of the streetlamp outside. Four beds. One sofa. No movement.

I sighed in relief.

Carefully, I hoisted myself up, slipped one leg in, then the other, landing without a sound. Years of sneaking around really did pay off. I straightened, dusted off my clothes, and padded toward my bed.

I pulled the blanket up, hesitated, then awkwardly put it back down. I just saw someone who shouldn’t have been here yet.

I turned slightly, already planning to sneak right back out the window and pretend this never happened—

"So," a calm voice said behind me, "where have you been?"

I froze.

Slowly—very slowly—I turned around.

Kairos was standing there, arms crossed, expression unreadable. His presence alone filled the room.

Before I could speak, the blanket on my bed suddenly moved.

Thorne, who had been lying there the whole time, sat up and shot me a smug, knowing look. "I’m right, aren’t I?"

My eye twitched.

The bathroom door creaked open, steam drifting out as Dagur stepped into the room, towel slung over his shoulder. He looked between the three of us, then at me, and grinned. "What did I miss?"

"Apparently," Thorne said lazily, stretching like he owned the place, "this kiddo sneaked out."

Dagur blinked once. Then he burst out laughing. "You went out without even asking us?" He pointed at me. "Why? What, did you meet someone else?"

"I couldn’t sleep," I said smoothly, faking a yawn mid-sentence. I shoved Thorne off my bed with my foot. "That’s why I went out for a walk. Anyways, good night."

I turned, fully intending to end the conversation right there but I didn’t even make it one step when Kairos moved.

In an instant, he was in front of me—too close. Close enough that I could see the faint reflection of the lantern light in his eyes and close enough that I could almost hear his heartbeat.

He leaned down slightly.

"...You smell like cigar and booze," he said quietly. His gaze sharpened. "I thought you hated the smell of cigars."

Absolute, merciless silence.

Then—

"Oooh, busted!" Thorne cackled from the floor, clutching his stomach. "I knew it!"

Damn it.

I forced a wide, innocent smile that probably fooled exactly no one. "I went to the gambling... house?"

Dagur’s eyebrows shot up. "The gambling house?" He looked offended. "You went without us?"

"You couldn’t sleep, so you went there?" Kairos asked, voice flat.

"Hey, not fair!" Dagur said, crossing his arms. "You should’ve invited us! Gambling’s more fun when someone’s flipping tables."

Thorne nodded enthusiastically. "He’s right. With Dagur around, I wouldn’t even need to pickpocket properly—he causes enough chaos on his own."

"Hey!" Dagur protested. "That’s a talent!"

Kairos sighed as he stepped back. "Go take a shower first. I know how you hated the smell of cigar."

Thorne stood up. "This conversation is not over yet rookie."

"Alright alright," I said then shooed them away.

"Call us if you’re done," Kairos said as he shut the door, leaving me alone in the room.

I sighed and shuffled off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me a little harder than necessary.

’Next time,’ I thought bitterly while washing my face, ’I’ll come prepared with a proper lie. Or at least one that doesn’t involve gambling houses, cigars, and booze.’

When I came back out, all three of them were already waiting—sitting, standing, and hovering with the patience of wolves who’d just smelled meat.

Thorne immediately sat up, eyes shining like a kid on festival day. "So? So? How much did you win?"

"I won’t tell you," I said flatly.

Thorne gasped like I’d personally stabbed him in the heart. "Cruel."

Dagur nodded solemnly. "Absolutely heartless. I raised you better than this."

"You did not raise me," I added, raising a finger, "But I will give you a share."

The atmosphere instantly flipped.

Thorne practically launched himself off the bed. "I knew it! I knew you loved us!"

Both of them looked at me like I’d just transformed into a benevolent god.

I pulled out the GP tickets and handed them each a neat stack. "One thousand GP each."

"YOU’RE THE BEST," Thorne declared.

Dagur laughed loudly. "Kid, I take back half the bad things I said about you."

"Only half?" I asked.

"The other half builds character."

I rolled my eyes. "Listen carefully. As long as you have at least 1000 GP, you can ascend to the Gateway. So don’t carelessly spend it, and definitely don’t lose it. This town is crawling with scammers and pickpockets."

Dagur raised a hand. "Hypothetically."

"No."

"Hear me out—"

"No."

"What if I already spent it?"

I looked him dead in the eye. "Then you’re on your own."

"...Wow," Dagur said, offended. "When did you become so mean, kiddo?"

"I learned from watching you," I said without missing a beat.

Thorne laughed so hard he nearly rolled off the bed again.

I ignored both of them and turned to Kairos, who had been quietly observing everything.

"Here," I said, handing him a stack as well. "Yours."

"Thanks," he said calmly, "but no need."

I blinked. "...Huh?"

"I already have more than a thousand GP."

I tilted my head. "...How?"

Kairos tilted his head slightly. "Remember the stalls earlier?"

"Yes...?"

"I pickpocketed them."

"...All of them?" Thorne repeated weakly.

"They didn’t notice," Kairos added, as if that somehow made it better.

Dagur burst out laughing. "BOSS, YOU’RE A MONSTER!"

I stared at Kairos, then slowly lowered the GP back into my inventory. "So while I was risking my life in a gambling den, getting tailed, threatening employees, and knocking out people in an alley..."

"You were gambling," Kairos said.

"...You were casually pickpocketing?"

Kairos shrugged. "They overcharged."

I stared at him in silence.

So this was why he’d looked so relaxed all day.

"...Remind me," I muttered, "to never leave my wallet near you."

Kairos’ lips curved—just barely.