I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 21

It was Thursday night, and after several grueling days of working out, I finally allowed myself a well-deserved rest. My efforts had paid off; I could feel my stats rising, stronger than they had ever been.. Lying in bed, I absently played with Macaron’s feather while he munched contentedly on a snack, completely engrossed in some silly TV show.

The tranquility of the moment was abruptly shattered when the doorbell rang. I paused, peeking out at Macaron, who barely lifted his gaze from the screen. "Guess I should get that," I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and trudging to the door.

When I opened it, I found a letter lying on the floor. I picked it up, feeling a strange knot tightening in my stomach. As I opened it and began to read, the world around me seemed to fade away, and my heart sank like a stone.

My goodness! What did you do, Remillia?!

I stumbled back inside, my mind swirling, and finally collapsed onto my bed, clutching the letter like a lifeline. The realization of what I was reading hit me like a freight train. It was a reminder about the loan I had taken out from Glacial Sphere Academy—the loan that now loomed over me like a dark cloud.

Guess how much Remillia had borrowed? About 550 million Glacium! Lucky her, she doesn’t have to worry about paying it since I’ll be the one paying it now!

I felt my pulse quicken, and it took everything in me to suppress the rising panic. Sure, the interest was only 1% per year, but how on Aeonia was I supposed to pay that off? I didn’t even have a job! My heart raced as I recalled the paltry sum left in the bank account past Remillia had left for me—just 5 million Glacium. It was a drop in the ocean compared to the mountain of debt now threatening to swallow me whole.

"Money... Job... Money... Need to earn money..." I muttered to myself, feeling like I was going to lose my mind. My future flashed before my eyes, bleak and uncertain. The weight of the loan pressed down on me.

My mind raced with possibilities and potential solutions, desperately brainstorming how I could generate cash flow.

I could start training as a Mercenary, but that only paid if you had completed a high-risk job, and those weren’t easy to come by. Perhaps tutoring? I’d have to find students willing to pay for training. The guilds always needed help, maybe I could join one for a while?

Ting!

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in my head! A brilliant, blindingly obvious idea that had been hiding in plain sight.

I don’t have the time to find a traditional job right now, not with the urgency of this debt. But there was another option, a far more volatile, yet potentially lucrative, path: the ’guild stock market.’

As caves, dungeons, and portals continuously spawned across the Earth, guilds that successfully conquered them were treated like companies on a stock exchange. You could buy and sell shares in these infamous guilds, profiting from their successes and failures. It was a high-risk, high-reward gamble, but it might be my only chance.

’Think... Think... I need to remember every guild name that conquered infamous dungeons and castles,’ I urged myself, closing my eyes and trying to access the fragmented memories of past Remillia, and perhaps, something more. The information wasn’t always clear, but flashes of names and events began to surface.

Sapphire Blood Guild.

The name resonated. I remembered something about them. They were established by Rogues, a notoriously unpredictable bunch. And their stock... yes, I recalled a specific period. The guild stock market for Sapphire Blood had skyrocketed, a meteoric rise of about 1000%. But there was a dark side to that memory. Although this guild experienced immense success, it would soon be exterminated in about three years. A sudden, brutal end.

This was it. This was the kind of information I needed. Knowledge of future events, however vague, could be my key to navigating the treacherous waters of the stock market. If I could buy low, sell high, and avoid the guilds destined for collapse...

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

The sudden series of notifications from my smartwatch startled me. I opened my eyes, the glow of the screen casting a faint light on my face. What now? More bad news?

I reached for my wrist, my fingers trembling slightly as I prepared to read the messages.

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Wandering Club Announcement

There will be a short trip to Aeonia on Sunday (April 15 ****). This will serve as your novice orientation.

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Field Sports Club Announcement

Novice orientation this Friday (April 13 ****). Please come.

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Hunting Club Announcement

No announcement as of now. Please enjoy your day!

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"Urgh... So annoying," I groaned, flopping back onto the bed. Just when I thought I could have a bit of rest, it turns out I have club obligations to attend to.

My usual schedule at the academy was packed. Monday and Friday were supposed to be for lectures, Wednesday and Saturday for combat training, while Tuesday and Thursday were dedicated to monster hunting. As such, I should have been able to relax a little on Mondays and Fridays, catch up on sleep, or just... exist. But no, on this precious Friday, instead of lounging in my room and strategizing about the guild stock market, I was apparently expected to be walking towards a certain club room.

Club room 286. The Monster Theory Club.

As I entered, a wave of noise and chatter washed over me. The room was filled with students, mostly freshmen, and just as I predicted, the majority of them were girls. They must have been utterly charmed by the club president. A quick scan revealed a total of 35 students, with only 10 unfortunate souls being boys, likely dragged along by friends or hoping to impress someone.

I looked around, searching for a familiar face. Whitney. I knew she had also joined this club. It didn’t take long to spot her. She stood out more than the others, her posture a little more relaxed, her eyes not quite as starry-eyed as the rest. I turned towards her direction, a sense of relief washing over me, and sat down far behind her.

We waited for ten more minutes, the hum of conversation gradually dying down, before the club president finally made his grand entrance.

"Hello everyone, it’s nice to meet you all. My name’s Sylvester Hartman and welcome to Monster Theory Club."

He spoke with a smooth, confident tone, and as he finished, he showed his signature seductive grin. It was a practiced expression, designed to disarm and captivate. As expected, a collective sigh rippled through the female students, their eyes wide with admiration.

I wanted to jump up, slap their mesmerized faces, and shout at them that, "Everyone! That devilish handsome guy is a Rogue! He’s a monster in human skin!"

Of course, no one would believe me. Why would they? I was the only one who knew the full, terrifying story, and I knew that guy all too well from my previous life’s knowledge. I hadn’t joined this club just for Whitney, although protecting her since she’s one of the main characters was a primary concern. There was another, more crucial reason why I was here.

Sylvester Hartman. He was a Rogue, a hidden enemy within the academy’s walls, and no one knew about it. Soon, several disturbing incidents would begin to happen in the academy, culminating in a surprise monster invasion. And he would be the mastermind behind it all.

This bastard had exchanged his soul to one of the demon gods; the Mistress of the Night and Lust, Valentina, in order to have an extraordinary power and gained an ability called ’Corrupt’.

He corrupts his victims with his appearance and he later on devour their souls slowly so it wouldn’t be noticed. His target will soon be Whitney so I need to watch an eye out for her.

"It’s orientation day today so I would just discuss what our club is about," Sylvester continued, his voice a deep, alluring murmur that seemed to wrap around the room.

I rolled my eyes internally, trying to maintain a neutral expression. All the women except me and Whitney seemed to have literal glitters in their eyes, hanging onto his every word, completely oblivious to the danger he represented.

"We’ll be discussing possible theories about monsters," he announced, and a ripple of interest went through the room, even among the swooning masses. "At the same time we research about their weaknesses, strengths, behaviors and attributes. In every monster we discuss, we’ll be classifying what type of monster they are and how to deal with them effectively."

Ah, Monster Analysis. That was the term Sylvester was referring to. It had become an incredibly important field in advanced society. With monsters constantly appearing, evolving, and new ones spawning, the need for information was paramount.

Awakened who didn’t pass being as Heroes are called Agents, who dedicated themselves to studying monsters, analyzing their behaviors, strengths, weaknesses, and attributes, were now considered just as crucial as those who faced them in combat. They were the ones who provided the vital intelligence needed to develop effective strategies and tools to deal with the ever-present threat. They were the unsung heroes of the monster-infested world.

"I’ll give a quick example," Sylvester’s voice cut through my thoughts. "Let’s take a look at this monster. I’m sure that you all know this, it is an Arachkin."

A 3D holographic image flickered into existence in front of us, revealing the monster in question. The Arachkin. It was indeed familiar. It looked pretty much like a spider, resembling a large Wolf Spider, but significantly bigger, about three feet in size.

As Sylvester continued to speak, the information about the Arachkin flowed into my mind, a mix of past knowledge and the details he was providing. High intelligence, capable of using their silk as weapons, classified as advanced grade 1 monsters. Thankfully, they were generally gentle-natured and didn’t attack as long as you respected their territory.

However, their true value lay in their silk. Ordinary spider silk was already expensive, but the Arachkin’s silk had twice the incredible value, making it the most sold-out product on the Guild Market.

This monster produced a silk that was ten times sturdier than other materials used in making clothes. This incredible silk was then processed into a synthetic fiber often used in body armor and gloves because of its exceptional strength and durability. Its tightly woven fibers could deflect slashing attacks with ease and were incredibly difficult to puncture. Its impressive tensile strength allowed it to flex and distribute the force of a stabbing motion, significantly reducing the risk of being killed while engaged in battle with monsters.

"These Arachkin monsters are hard to kill due to their silk making it their own attack and defense," Sylvester explained, his gaze sweeping across the room. "Careful analysis shows that they’re classified no differently than an ordinary spider. But because no other monsters share similarities with them, it is hard to guess where their vital point is. Can you give a guess on where its vital points is?"

As Sylvester continued to speak, his voice droning on about the Arachkin, I found myself struggling to stay engaged. Every piece of information he was delivering was already lodged firmly in my memory banks. It was like listening to a lecture I had already aced.

My eyelids felt heavy, and a yawn began to build. I tried to suppress it, to keep it contained within my mouth, but it escaped with a little too much force.

"Huaahhhh!"

The sound, though not a roar, was definitely louder than I intended. My eyes snapped open fully, and my internal monologue screamed, ’Fuck,’ a little too late. I had just unnecessarily gathered attention to myself.

Immediately, Sylvester’s smooth facade cracked slightly. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze, sharp and assessing, locked onto me.

He paused mid-sentence, the silence amplifying my accidental outburst. While his expression was one of mild annoyance, the other girls in the room were far less subtle.

A chorus of attacking glares were sent in my direction, sharp and venomous. Their eyes narrowed, their expressions a mix of possessiveness and anger. I wouldn’t be surprised if they physically attacked me if I dared to yawn one more time.

Only Whitney, bless her focus, kept her eyes glued to the holographic screen, seemingly oblivious to the silent war brewing around me.

"Ehem!" Sylvester cleared his throat, a deliberate sound designed to regain control of the room. He sent me one last pointed look before turning his attention back to the holographic Arachkin.

"As they use their web for defense, their fangs can also attack but only in a limi...." he continued, picking up where he left off.