I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 32

"Do you want to have some coffee? You can sit, I don’t mind anyways," I said, gesturing to the chair opposite me. Before I receive this item, I wanted to do a quick test.

"I’ll just sit down, miss," He said, and to my surprise, he sat down without any protest. Interesting. Sebastian was usually more reserved.

Oh yeah, I need to modify it first. This is why I brought Macaron along with me; he’s currently outside playing. He’s the key to this little experiment.

"Excuse me for a moment," I said to Sebastian, standing up.

I walked outside and mind-linked Macaron. ’Macaron, I need you here.’ I raised my arm in the air, and in an instant, a blurry image flew past me and landed lightly on my forearm. Macaron, in his small, swift form, perched there, his bright eyes blinking.

"Silent as ever, huh?" I said, scratching his head.

"Did you see my landing? It’s great, isn’t it?" Macaron chirped, puffing out his chest slightly.

I chuckled and gave him a treat from the small pouch I carried. "Here you go."

I chose StellarBucks Cafe as our meeting place because it’s pet-friendly; otherwise, I couldn’t let Macaron inside if I chose a different place. His presence was essential for what I needed to do.

When I went inside, customers stared at me, or rather, at Macaron, with their mouths wide open. I didn’t mind since Macaron is really majestic to look at, even in his smaller form. His iridescent feathers shimmered under the cafe lights.

I finally sat down, letting Macaron hop onto the table. I gave him another creampuff from the plate. "It tastes good, doesn’t it?"

"You’re right! By the way, what do you need me for?" Macaron said.

"Oh right, can you open up my system settings?" I said, focusing my thoughts on the task.

"Coming right up!" Macaron said, and I felt a familiar hum in my mind as he connected to my internal system.

I was busy cleaning the mess Macaron made around his beak while he was busy eating the creampuff, so I didn’t notice that Sebastian was already giving me a weird look. He was probably wondering why I was talking to a bird and why the bird seemed to be responding.

"...Are you... Talking to the owl right now?" he said, his voice laced with a hint of disbelief.

"Yes? Why? Can’t you understand him?" I asked, genuinely surprised. I’d forgotten that my ability to understand Macaron wasn’t something everyone possessed.

"No?" he said, his brow slightly furrowed.

"No? As in no-no?" I asked, just to be absolutely sure.

He looked at me as if I were crazy. "Really, no. All I hear is ’hoot hoot and hoo’?"

"Oh! Haha... You see... I-um... I’m a... An owl whisperer! Yes, that’s right! That’s why I can understand what he’s saying, hehe," I stuttered for a bit, my mind scrambling for a plausible explanation, but thankfully came up with a good reason.

He still looked suspicious, but he didn’t further question me anymore. He probably just filed it away as ’eccentric rich girl behavior.’

I had a bit of a suspicion, but it seemed that I was right. Only I can understand what Macaron is saying. This confirmed a few things about my unique connection to him.

Anyways, I held the suitcase and opened it.

Click!

Click!

With an elegant sound, the case opened. A bright, ethereal light erupted from the inside, making me instinctively shut my eyes for a moment. At the same same time, I could swear I could hear the faint sound of angels singing. "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!" Okay, maybe that was just my imagination, fueled by my excitement.

"...Wow," I muttered, my eyes slowly opening to behold the contents.

Sitting on top of a fancy red velvet lining was a silver pendant designed as a majestic dragon, its mouth gracefully biting a bright, luminous amethyst gemstone. It was even more beautiful than what I saw in the picture. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the silver gleaming, and the amethyst pulsing with a soft, internal light.

"As promised, the weapon, Arcanum, has no damage and is in mint condition. It even has the certificate of ownership and authenticity, therefore even if it’s lost, you can just track it down," he said, his voice returning to its formal tone.

"Thank you. You can go now," I said, my attention completely captivated by the pendant.

I didn’t look up as I was busy admiring the weapon before me. A few more seconds passed by, the silence of the cafe filled only by the gentle hum of conversation and the occasional clinking of cups, then I finally opened my system and checked my weapon stats. Macaron was already on standby, ready to display the information.

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Arcanum

Grade: Rare

Attribute: Morphling (object that can change into any shape the user wants)

Origin: Made up of Spharmontite

Effects:

->Attack power increases as it consumes blood of a dark magic

->Infinite light attribute

->Deals much more damage than other mana infused weapons

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Definitely. This is too OP. With this, I can single-handedly kill a standard rank monster, maybe even a low-level advanced one with some effort.

Cypher should have been the one holding this. After defeating an advanced rank monster, he found this pendant glowing on the floor. Due to the wounds he received from the monster, droplets of blood fell into the necklace, therefore activating it and turning it into a sword. That was the legend, anyway.

’I think I’ll be borrowing this for now. Sorry, Cypher,’ I thought, a small smirk playing on my lips. This was a significant deviation from the original story, but a welcome one for me.

"Then if there’s no problem, I’ll be going," he said, rising from his chair.

"Ah, yes. Say thanks to Whitney for me," I said, finally tearing my gaze away from Arcanum to look at him.

After sending Sebastian off, a notification appeared in my vision, a little pop-up from my system.

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Sebastian

->He became the personal butler of Whitney at age 8.

->His feelings for Whitney gradually deepened.

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Ohhh... What’s this? My system was giving me little tidbits of information about the people I interacted with. That was... new. And surprisingly interesting.

I guess everyone can develop feelings for someone who you’ve grown fonder of. It made sense. Sebastian had been with Whitney for a long time. I just hope that Whitney can notice Sebastian’s feelings. It would be a shame if they went unrequited.

’Oh well. That’s their life,’ I thought, shrugging internally.

I didn’t care about them anymore as I excitedly placed the weapon on the table. My heart was pounding with anticipation. Using my dagger, I pricked my finger, a small bead of crimson forming at the tip, and carefully let my blood drop onto the amethyst gemstone.

As my blood touched the gemstone, it immediately sucked the blood dry, as if the pendant were a thirsty creature.

’Woah,’ I thought, a flicker of surprise going through me. That was faster than I expected.

I waited for a little while, my eyes glued to the pendant, but nothing happened. The light was gone, and it just sat there, like a pretty piece of jewelry.

’How dare they sell something fake,’ I thought, a wave of annoyance washing over me. All that buildup, all that excitement, for a dud? I should rate their website one star.

Annoyed, I reached to pick it up, intending to perhaps try a different method, but the moment my hand touched the pendant, it suddenly glowed with an intense, blinding light that filled the whole cafe, making the customers shriek with the sudden intensity.

"AAAAHH!" echoed around me as people shielded their eyes.

As the light faded away, leaving behind a stunned silence, I looked at the pendant, and I was really amazed.

The pendant finally became a weapon.

Held in my hand was no longer a necklace, but a dagger. The blade had a sharp edge and a pointed tip. It was made from a dark, gemstone-like material that seemed to absorb the light around it, giving it a mysterious look and menacing air. It felt solid and deadly.

The dagger’s handle was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, with a majestic dragon coiled around its length. The dragon’s body was intricately carved from a rich, dark mineral, with scales that seemed to shimmer in the light. The amethyst was now embedded in the dragon’s eye, glowing faintly.

I played the dagger with my hands, testing its weight and balance. It really felt cool to the touch, a strange, almost living coolness.

Satisfied, a triumphant grin spreading across my face, I returned it back to its original state by imagining its original look, the dagger shrinking and reforming back into the elegant pendant.

I wore it around my neck and happily went out of the cafe, the sounds of the city a pleasant backdrop to the excitement bubbling within me.

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After leaving the bustling cafe, he entered his sleek black Maserati. The leather seats were cool and familiar against his back. He started the engine and immediately contacted Whitney. She immediately asked something as soon as she picked up the call, her voice clear and crisp even over the phone.

{Have you delivered the item?} Whitney asked, getting straight to the point as always.

"Yes, miss," Sebastian replied, his tone respectful and professional.

{Was there anything special about her?} Whitney asked, a note of curiosity in her voice.

’Nope. You’re the most special one in the world,’ Sebastian thought, a small, private smile touching his lips. The thought of Whitney always brought a warmth to his chest.

"That’s..." Sebastian trailed off, his mind going back to the girl in the cafe. He hesitated, trying to formulate his thoughts.

Thinking about it, she wasn’t "special" in the way Whitney might have meant – like having some inherent talent or power. Rather, he found her strange. No matter how much he thought about it, the air surrounding the girl was much different from what a 17-year-old should have. Although they only had a three-year age gap, still, she was weird. Her way of talking was also different. It was almost as if he was talking to someone older than him, someone who had seen more of the world. Not to mention, it was as if she knew who he was, even though they had never met before. A subtle flicker of recognition, a strange familiarity in her eyes.

He shuddered slightly at his thoughts. It was an unsettling feeling.

{Seb?} Whitney’s voice pulled him back from his contemplation, a hint of impatience in her tone.

"...No. There wasn’t anything special in particular," Sebastian said, deciding to keep his more unusual observations to himself for now. There was no concrete evidence, just a feeling.

But he couldn’t come to a decision with just that short exchange. After all, she was a student at the Glacial Sphere Academy. That alone suggested a certain level of potential, even if she didn’t immediately radiate power. Even Whitney, for all her youth, had an air of dignity and elegance that didn’t suit her age, a maturity that set her apart. Perhaps it was simply a characteristic of those who attended such prestigious institutions.

{I understand. Thank you for your work, Seb,} Whitney said, her voice softening slightly.

"No problem, miss," Sebastian said, a familiar sense of contentment washing over him at her words of appreciation.

With that, the call ended.

Though he wanted to talk a little more longer, to hear more of her voice, he decided to be satisfied. His duty was done. He would keep an eye on the girl from the cafe, just in case his initial instincts proved to be more than just a strange feeling.

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5 PM, Thursday

"...It’s what now?!" My tone shot up an octave at the shocking price.

The portal operator, a woman with a perpetually bored expression, seemed unfazed. "Yes. From Monfort to Athelyn, it’s 250 Glacium."

I was currently in line, headed to Athelyn, and had decided to use the Arcanum I’d just obtained. But unlike the free journey from the Academy to Monfort, travel between Monfort and Athelyn came with a price. A hefty price. I’d bought my ATM card, but 250 Glacium wasn’t chump change, especially now, when every coin was precious in my quest to save up.

"Uhmm..." I trailed off, my eyes darting to the card in my hand. Was this really worth it?

"Miss, can you be a bit faster? There are more people waiting in line," the female portal operator’s voice, though polite, held a hint of icy impatience.

Looking around, I could see how many people were waiting in line. Every single one of them was armed, sheathed swords and daggers, staffs and bows slung over shoulders. Seeing as how every one of them had a weapon, we seemed to all have the same goal.

"Um... Can you check if this is okay?" I said, a hopeful tremor in my voice. Before I regretfully paid the excessive portal ticket, I pulled out my Glacial Sphere Cadet Identification Card and held it out. I remembered Sir Jude saying something about GS students having benefits, but because this wasn’t a setting I made, I wasn’t well informed on how to use this. It was a long shot, but worth a try.

"Haisst," The Portal worker sighed, a sound of weary annoyance, as though my simple question was a huge inconvenience. She still accepted the card, her fingers brushing mine briefly. But in the next moment, her eyes widened as her facial expression changed dramatically, and a much brighter, almost cheerful voice came back.

"Ah! I see you’re a student at Glacial Sphere. Students are allowed to have five free passes every month." The words were like music to my ears, a sudden ray of sunshine in the dreary portal station.

"Oh really? That’s great," I said, a genuine smile finally breaking through my anxiety.

"Would you like to use one?" she said, her tone now genuinely warm and helpful.

"Yes," I said without hesitation. The thought of saving 250 Glacium was too good to pass up.

The Portal operator then took my wrist, her touch surprisingly gentle compared to her earlier demeanor, and stamped a seal onto the back of my hand. It was a small, intricate design that shimmered for a moment before settling into a faint, silvery mark.

I was shocked at her sudden change of attitude. The sigh, the frigid warning, all gone, replaced by a beaming smile and eager assistance.

It seemed being a student at Glacial Sphere, a place that trained heroes, really was one of the best "jobs" or statuses in this world. The recognition and benefits were clearly significant.

"Thank you," I said, feeling a surge of gratitude.

"You’re very much welcome, Miss Remillia Lockhart! Please come again!" The portal operator even memorized my name, her voice ringing with an almost exaggerated cheerfulness.

’So unfair,’ I thought, a hint of amusement mixing with my relief. The difference in treatment based on my status was jarring.

I finally stepped into the portal.

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Athelyn, Aeonia

I found myself standing on solid ground, the air thick with the murmurs of a thousand conversations and the scent of diverse cuisines.

"So many foreigners," I muttered, the observation slipping out before I could stop it. And it was true. Athelyn is a sprawling metropolis that has become a hub for mercenaries and Heroes from all corners of the globe.

The city of Athelyn itself was a marvel of modern and advanced architecture. Towering buildings of polished metal and shimmering glass rose towards the sky, interspersed with more traditional stone structures reinforced with glowing protective runes.

The city’s builders had clearly developed innovative solutions to construct sturdy and modernized structures that could withstand the occasional monster attacks – the reinforced walls, the strategically placed defensive turrets and the subtle hum of energy shields.

Foreigners of all skin color, with accents I couldn’t place and clothing styles I’d never seen, walked around with their weapons openly displayed as an integral part of their everyday attire. Beside them, their agents, who supported them with logistics and finances, were busy tapping and typing on their transparent hologram tablets. They were likely calculating the price of today’s haul – the value of monster they’ve slain.

"We got down a good amount today. How much did I gather?" A man with sun-weathered skin and a heavy battle axe slung over his shoulder said to his agent, his voice rough but excited.

Hearing someone speak in Aeonian, the familiar sounds of my native tongue, I couldn’t help but laugh secretly. It was a small, internal chuckle at the simple normalcy of it amidst the exotic surroundings.

Aeonian is this world’s universal language, a linguistic bridge that connected nations and facilitated communication across vast distances. As you can see, it was obvious how it showed Aeonia’s importance and authority internationally to others. The fact that it was the default language spoken in a global hub like Athelyn, even by people clearly from other lands, was a subtle yet powerful indicator of Aeonia’s influence.

The large island of Aeonia, also known as Luama Island, continuously spawned new species of monsters, dungeons, and towers, their appearance seemingly random and relentless. No one knew why Luama Island was chosen to be the main spawn point, even the researchers can’t find anything.

Every day, the threat of monsters was on the rise, a constant pressure on the borders of civilization, but luckily it was well taken care.

This was mainly because of the Heroes who had managed to turn the dungeons and monster-infested castles into marketable resources. Instead of simply fighting a defensive war, they had transformed the threat into an economy. Monster parts, magical cores, rare materials found within dungeons – all were valuable commodities. Without this system, without the economic incentive to actively clear these threats, Aeonia would have long been wiped out from the Earth.

The strength of Aeonia’s heroes was undeniable. In fact, the Guardians, which are composed of ten of the strongest Heroes all around the world, the protectors of humanity, had five members who were also Aeonian. Any further explanation isn’t necessary; the numbers alone demonstrated Aeonia’s unparalleled strength and influence in the fight against the monstrous tide.

"You killed 2 Gryphons which both of them are Standard Rank Grade 4 so deducting the tax and processing fees, it should be about 50,000 Glacium," the Agent said, tapping rapidly on his hologram tablet, the numbers flashing across the transparent surface.

"That’s great then!" the man said, his face lighting up with satisfaction at the impressive sum.

Under the law of taxation, foreigners needed to pay more in taxes on their earnings than native Aeonians. It was a point of contention for some, a necessary evil for others. Even so, foreign assassins, mercenaries, and Heroes from every corner of the globe still flocked to Aeonia. They came because the hunting operation, despite the higher taxes, was safe enough to make up for the increased cost.

If things became dangerous during a hunt, if they were overwhelmed or encountered a monster beyond their capabilities, they could just send out a distress call. And within less than three minutes, Heroes or Agents, specialized response teams stationed for the day, would arrive.

I turned my head, my gaze drifting to my other side. There, a young woman with bright pink hair was holding out a small, glowing vial to her companion, a man with a perpetual scowl etched onto his face.

"Try this!" she chirped, her voice dripping with sweetness. "It’s a Gryphon health potion. I heard that you can feel better afterwards."

The man eyed the potion with suspicion but took it nonetheless. "Fine," he grumbled, uncorking it and taking a hesitant sip.

"Awww, you finally drank it!" the woman cooed, her eyes wide and innocent.

The man visibly flinched. "Ugh! Stop saying awww!" he said, a tremor of annoyance in his voice.

"Why?" she asked, batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly. "Don’t you think it’s cute?"

His scowl deepened. "Shut it!" he snapped, his face reddening slightly.

Seeing the two foreigners bickering like lovers, I couldn’t help but laugh at them.

My laughter faded as I continued my walk, my eyes sweeping across the bustling streets.