I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 293

Nightjars Hideout

After changing into something more comfortable, I returned to the main room and sprawled across the couch, one arm draped over my eyes while the other held the golden scroll. Even without activating it, the scroll emitted a faint warmth, as if it were alive.

I stared at it, lost in thought.

Ever since Poison Fang’s executive fell, the Abyss had been buzzing nonstop. Fear spread faster than rumors ever could. Organizations that once moved in the shadows now hesitated, second-guessing every step they took. Some painted me as a monster, others as a calamity waiting to happen.

Honestly, it was exaggerated.

That executive hadn’t been physically strong. Her magic was decent at best. What made her dangerous—and what earned her an executive seat—was her mind. She was crafty, manipulative, the type who killed without ever lifting a blade. People like her were far more troublesome than brute-force fighters.

Which was precisely why she couldn’t be left alive.

While I was lost in thought, footsteps echoed from the kitchen. Thorne emerged, drying his hands with a towel, his gaze immediately locking onto the scroll in my hand.

"Oh, by the way," he said casually, leaning against the counter, "can I enter the portal too if I have a scroll?"

"Of course," I replied without hesitation.

Then I paused.

Ah. Right.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the purple scroll—the Epic-tier one—and tossed it toward him. "Here. You can have this."

Thorne blinked, then caught it reflexively. For a second, he just stared at it, as if making sure it was real.

"...You sure?" he asked, eyebrows lifting. "This isn’t exactly cheap."

"It’s fine," I said. "Scrolls are more useful when they’re moving."

You could sell them for absurd amounts of money, trade them for loyalty, or use them to form temporary alliances inside the Portal itself.

"No takebacks!" Thorne grinned, clearly pleased as he greedily tucked it away. "So... will we see each other once we’re inside?"

"Probably," I said, glancing back at the golden scroll. "But that Poral doesn’t follow logic so don’t count on it."

"Even better," he said with a laugh. "Makes it more exciting."

He straightened suddenly, energy practically radiating from him. "I’ll go tell the others. I’m sure some of them will want in."

Before I could respond, he was already halfway down the hall.

I sighed softly and stared back at the ceiling, letting the noise of the hideout fade into the background. For a while, I did nothing—just breathed, letting my thoughts drift without direction. Eventually, I stood up and walked toward the portal embedded into the far wall of the hideout.

With a single step, space folded.

When my vision stabilized, I was already back in Monfort.

Kairos had decided to install a permanent portal here a few weeks ago. According to him, constantly asking Magellan to open long-distance portals was "bleeding his lifespan dry." Considering how dramatic Magellan could be, I didn’t know whether that was an exaggeration or a genuine concern—but either way, having a fixed portal was far more convenient.

First stop: Nocturna Agency.

I went straight to the top floor. Stephen was already buried under paperwork, glasses sliding down his nose as he typed furiously on multiple screens at once. He didn’t notice me until I knocked twice on the glass wall.

"Oh—Boss!" he stood up immediately. "Is something wrong?"

"I’ll be gone starting June 1st," I said simply. "Indefinitely."

Stephen froze for half a second, then inhaled sharply. "Indefinitely... as in how long?"

"Long enough," I replied. "So operate the company as usual."

"If you’ll be gone that long then you need to at least sign these papers first!" Stephen shouted as he hurriedly pulled out a thick stack of documents and thrust them forward.

But the room was already empty.

"...Boss?" He blinked, looking around. "Boss?! Where did you go again?!"

The only response he got was the quiet hum of the office air-conditioning.

Stephen slumped back into his chair, burying his face into his hands. "...She’s really going to be the death of me one day."

After leaving the building, I stopped by a familiar confectionery shop tucked neatly between two narrow streets. The wooden sign creaked slightly in the wind, just like it always did.

The owner looked up from the counter and smiled the moment she saw me. "The usual?" she asked warmly.

"Yes, please," I replied without hesitation.

She chuckled. "For the owl again?"

"He really likes your cookies," I added with a smile

She laughed harder and began packing the sweets.

After that, I crossed the street to a shop that specialized in high-quality monster meat—fresh cuts preserved with magic to maintain their mana density. I picked out Glacier’s favorites, thick slabs of frost-resistant sea monster meat, and had them sealed properly.

With everything secured, I mounted my motorcycle and sped off.

The city quickly faded behind me, replaced by quiet roads and overgrown paths. Within minutes, I reached the outskirts—an abandoned park that no longer resembled its former self.

Tall mana-enforced glass walls rose from the ground, forming a massive dome that shimmered faintly under the sunlight. Runes glowed softly along its surface, reinforcing it against both physical and magical damage.

I bought this land quietly then rebuilt it completely. This wasn’t a park anymore. It was a training ground, designed solely for Macaron and Glacier. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Sure enough, the moment I stepped inside the dome, I felt it instantly.

I twisted my body sideways just as a razor-sharp feather sliced past where my head had been a second earlier, embedding itself deep into the reinforced wall behind me with a metallic clang.

"Tch."

Macaron had improved again.

His feathers weren’t just sharp anymore, they were compressed with mana, moving faster and cutting deeper, almost like throwing daggers.

I leapt backward and landed on a nearby tree branch just as the ground below me turned white.

Crack—crackle—

Ice spread outward in a perfect circle.

Glacier had frozen the entire training field again.

If I stepped on it, even with my resistance, I’d be frozen solid within seconds.

"You two are getting way too enthusiastic," I said, gripping the branch as another volley of feathers shot toward me.

I pushed off the tree, flipping midair and landing on a stone pillar just as Glacier roared, his breath releasing a wave of frost that shattered several training dummies.

Macaron hovered above, eyes gleaming mischievously, clearly proud of himself.

Glacier stomped the ground once, tail flicking as he glared at me like I’d personally offended him by dodging.

"Alright, alright," I said, raising my hands in surrender. "I brought offerings."

The moment I pulled out the bags—

—the killing intent vanished.

"Thanks master!" Macaron screeched happily and dove toward me, snatching the box of sweets midair before perching triumphantly on a railing.

Glacier froze mid-step, then trotted over, sniffed the meat once, and immediately sat down obediently, tail swaying.

"...Unbelievable," I muttered with a small smile.

I sat down on a bench near the edge of the field, watching Macaron munch happily while Glacier tore into his food, frost puffing out from his nose in contentment.

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May 18th, 2028

The strangest and biggest portal in the history of mankind had officially been named ’Gateway of Vision.’ From the moment it appeared, the world had not known a single day of peace.

At almost the same time, information about glowing scrolls began spreading like wildfire.

Ordinary people were posting online—grainy photos, shaky videos, breathless captions.

"I found this glowing paper near my apartment???"

"Is this real or some kind of ARG?"

"Selling mysterious scroll, DM serious buyers only."

At first, the Global Heroes Alliance attempted to intervene. They planned to establish a formal collection and registration system for scrolls found by civilians.

But it was already too late.

People were quick to realize that these scrolls weren’t just random loot, they were related to the Gateway of Vision.

Within days, underground markets flourished. Scrolls were being auctioned online, traded through encrypted channels, and sold at absurd prices. And then... the disappearances started.

The most likely culprits were Rogues. Anyone careless enough to flaunt a scroll became prey.

Inside a lavish office overlooking other buildings, Whitney sat silently in front of her computer screen.

Scroll listings filled the monitor.

She didn’t fully understand how the Gateway worked, but she didn’t need to. Instinct alone told her this was a turning point.

If Royal Dominion wanted to stay at the top—

No.

If she wanted to stay ahead—

She needed scrolls. As many as possible.

Just then—

BANG!

The office door flew open with a loud crash.

"Whitney!" Angela shouted.

"Whitney!" Rex shouted.

They yelled in perfect, infuriating unison.

Startled, Whitney shot up from her chair. "Ah—geez!" she snapped, slamming her palms onto the desk. "I’m still your team leader, you know?! At least knock!"

Angela immediately pointed at Rex. "Tell that to him. He was the one who kicked the door."

Rex winced slightly and scratched the back of his head. "Oh... sorry. We were just in a hurry."

Whitney exhaled sharply, straightening her jacket. "You’d better have a good reason."

"Send me there!" they both shouted in unison again.

Whitney’s eyebrow twitched. Slowly. Dangerously.

"To where," she said, enunciating each word, "exactly?"

"The portal! The Gateway of—"

"Enough." Whitney raised a hand, silencing them both. Her gaze shifted to Rex. "Rex, get out first."

Rex blinked. "Why me?"

"Because it’s ladies’ first," Angela said with a smug grin, folding her arms.

"I support equality—"

"OUT," Whitney snapped, pointing straight at the door.

Rex clicked his tongue, clearly offended on behalf of all men everywhere, but he still turned around. "You’re abusing your authority," he muttered as he walked out and shut the door behind him with a bit more force than necessary.

The moment the door closed, Angela moved—fast.

She practically slid next to Whitney, dropping her casual tone entirely. Her voice lowered, urgent. "I heard you have scrolls."

Whitney didn’t react outwardly, but internally, she sighed. As expected.

"The guild can keep whatever I bring back," Angela continued quickly. "All the loot, all the intel—everything. Just let me go."

Before Whitney could reply—

The door creaked open again.

"As the vice-leader, I want to go too!"

Whitney slowly turned her head.

Rex stood there, half inside the room, one hand on the doorknob, wearing a grin that screamed caught red-handed but unapologetic.

"Were you eavesdropping just now?" Whitney glared at him, her voice dangerously calm.

"No...?" Rex said, far too quickly.

Whitney’s stare didn’t waver.

"...Okay, maybe a little," he admitted, then immediately retreated and closed the door again. "But for the record, my ears are just very good!"