I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Chapter 33

The sentence, "Luama is magical tourist city," which I had written without much thought in my original story concept, seemed to have subtly woven itself into the fabric of this world, causing this type of vibrant, bustling, and treasure-filled plot to unfold. It was a fascinating glimpse into the power of even simple words in shaping narrative.

I continued walking and before I noticed it, I was at the entrance to Luama Island. There were many people already waiting nearby. I would have to go to East Denbeyan if I wanted to hunt in a quiet place, but that place was far too dangerous for the current me.

"E-Excuse me, miss? Can I borrow a short amount of your time?" Just when I was about to step through the entrance to the island, someone behind me initiated a conversation, their voice hesitant and slightly nervous.

I stopped and looked behind me. It was a tall, average-looking man with slouched shoulders and circular glasses perched on his nose, giving him a somewhat scholarly appearance. He was likely an agent, a middleman for everyone coming here to hunt.

"Yes?" I said, my voice neutral, waiting to hear his purpose.

"Are you perhaps here to hunt monsters?" he asked, his gaze earnest behind his glasses.

"How about you? Are you an agent?" I countered, cutting to the chase. It was the most logical reason for him to approach someone at the island entrance.

"Ah, I forgot, here’s my business card," he said, fumbling slightly in his pocket before producing a small card.

I took the business card for now. I didn’t know who he was, but an agent was necessary to sell the monsters’ bodies that you hunted. They facilitated the transactions, connecting hunters with buyers who needed the various parts for crafting, potions, or other purposes. It was a crucial part of the economy here.

But when I looked at the name and the company logo written on the business card, my eyes widened in genuine surprise.

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RAVEN NETWORKS (RN) AGENCY

Stephen Colbert

Head Manager

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"... Mr. Stephen Colbert?" I said, the name sounding slightly surreal in my mouth. "My name’s Remillia Lockhart," I added, offering my own name in return.

"Ah, yes, nice to meet you," he said, a shy smile spreading across his face. He tidied up his slightly shabby clothes, a nervous gesture that somehow made him seem even more approachable.

Stephen Colbert. I remember who he is now. The name, the face, the slightly awkward demeanor – it clicked into place. Indeed, he looked remarkably similar to how I had described him in my novel’s initial planning stages.

He was one of the side characters I had created, specifically designed to frequently appear in the novel’s later Chapters. As in the near future, the RN Agency, under his guidance, would become Aeonia’s greatest agency for supporting hunters and monster trading.

"As you can see, you might not have heard of me but I started this work not too long ago," he explained, a hint of self-belittlement in his voice.

His appearance and the quiet waiting at the entrance certainly suggested that, for now, he didn’t seem to be doing too well.

I smiled inwardly. This was an opportunity. Connections were one of the most important aspects of life, both in this world and the one I came from. A person’s future could be significantly determined by the relationships they cultivated, whether the result of ill-relationships or good-relationships were made. In this world, still in its relatively early Chapters, there were many individuals who were currently weak or struggling but would become prosperous and influential in the future. The best way to get close to a famous person, or at least a future famous person, was to become friends or establish a connection before that person became famous, before the throngs of others clamored for their attention.

Connections were one of the most important aspects of life. A person’s future can be determined whether the result of ill-relationships or good-relationships are made.

As this world was still in the early Chapter, there are many of them who are currently weak but would become prosperous in the future. The best way to get close to a famous person was to become friends before that person becomes famous.

"RN Agency, I don’t think I’ve heard of it before..." I said, feigning a slight unfamiliarity, even though the name was now ringing loud and clear in my mind.

The only thing that bothered me was that this connection was supposed to be with the main character, Cypher. In my original plot, it was Cypher who would discover and help elevate Stephen Colbert and the RN Agency.

But since agents could have multiple clients, it was probably fine. My involvement wouldn’t necessarily hinder Cypher’s future relationship with him. Besides, I needed to earn money, and having a reliable agent, especially one with such a promising future, was essential for that.

"It feels like a trustworthy name," I continued, offering a small compliment.

"Really? T-thank you," he said.

"Ah, by the way..." I said as I took out my dagger. "My main weapon is a dagger. Is that okay?"

"Of course, it’s okay! There’s no problem with that. Dagger or sword, mercenary or hunter, it doesn’t matter to me! New clients are always welcome!" he said as he held his hand out with a bright smile and I also gladly shook it.

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Luama Island, Athelyn

Every novice rank monster, the lowest tier, was worth a minimum of 500 to 1000 Glacium. It wasn’t a fortune, but it was a start. Ideally, I would like to hunt at least Advanced ranked monsters for better returns, but since this was my first time hunting by myself, venturing into the wilderness without the guidance of a party or experienced mentor, I would like to take it slow, familiarize myself with the environment and the creatures within.

With that in mind, I walked deep into Luama Island, leaving the crowded entrance behind.

Stephen followed me from behind. It seemed he was in a desperate time recruiting clients, despite the fact that agents without a vehicle usually waited outside the island, where they could easily transport any hunted monster carcasses. His willingness to venture in with me spoke volumes about his current situation.

After about 20 minutes of wandering around we finally ran into a monster.

"Look, there’s one over there," Stephen said, his voice a low murmur as he pointed towards a clearing off the main path.

It was an imposing sight: a large body covered in thick, leathery hide and protruding sharp teeth that gleamed in the dappled sunlight. It was a Standard grade 2 monster called the Teltite Crusher.

The ’Teltite’ part of its name wasn’t because it was covered in Teltite minerals, a common misunderstanding, but because its skin was even stronger and more resilient than Teltite, a remarkably durable material.

"I... think we should ignore that one," Stephen said, his voice laced with caution.

When I began to go near it, assessing its movements and potential weaknesses, he grabbed my collar and held me back, his grip firm but not overly forceful.

I sighed inwardly. While I appreciated his concern, I had a reason for approaching it. "Why?" I asked, my tone suggesting a slight impatience.

"...Hmm?" Stephen’s eyes behind his glasses seemed to say, ’Do I need to explain this too?’ It was a look of mild disbelief, as if the answer should be obvious.

"You can’t kill a Teltite Crusher with just your weapon," Stephen explained patiently, as if speaking to a complete newbie. "Even piercing its outer skin will be difficult. Their hide is incredibly tough, almost impervious to standard attacks."

"...It’s expensive," I said, my gaze still fixed on the Teltite Crusher. That was the real reason for my interest.

"Huh?" Stephen said, clearly confused by my response.

The price of a monster constantly followed the law of a free market economy. Supply and demand dictated their value. Monsters like the Crawlers, offer no valuable resources, gave no benefits and thus had no value beyond basic experience points. While monsters like these, the Teltite Crushers, were invested in by the government, meaning they were specifically hunted for certain valuable parts or resources, which drove up their market price. And a creature with skin stronger than Teltite? Its hide alone would fetch a significant price.

"I know it’s expensive but attacking it isn’t a good-" Stephen said, but I cut him off.

"Relax, you’ll just have to wait and see," I muttered, my voice barely a whisper above the rustling leaves.

I unclasped my necklace and held my pendant, it immediately transformed into a dagger, its blade gleaming under the scorching sun.

I positioned myself, ready to run.

"W-W-Wait just one min—" Stephen started, but I didn’t hear him anymore as I was already running, my form subtly shifting, becoming almost translucent.

Using my other dagger, I aimed at its thigh and threw it.

"Kyiiiik!" The Teltite Crusher screeched in pain, its massive body thrashing wildly. It kicked its hind legs nonstop, its eyes darting around, seemingly confused and agitated.

While its busy looking ahead, I quickly dashed from behind and with the right timing, I used Arcanum to land a stab right in the neck.

I quickly moved away as it raised its body up, thrashing wildly in the air. Finally, easing the pain, it shook its head, the monster’s eyes locking onto me with a death stare.

But before it could move, I headed straight towards the Teltite Crusher, without missing a beat, and lunged straight for the pit of the monster’s stomach with the dagger I gripped in my right hand.

Shuk!

The dagger plunged deeper and deeper into the monster’s stomach. A sickening crunch echoed through the air as the blade met bone.

The Teltite Crusher let out a shriek of miserable pain, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very ground, before collapsing onto the ground, where it lay convulsing.

Stephen’s eyes widened, his jaw slightly agape. "What was that?" he stammered.

Having the knowledge of every updated monster’s weaknesses himself, he was well aware of how tough its skin was. Yet Remillia had penetrated it like it was simply butter.

"Uhh... That’s a great weapon you have! Your skill is amazing too," he managed to say, recovering slightly.

"Haha, I’m flattered," I said, a slight smirk playing on my lips.

"By the way, uhm... How did you kill it with a single attack?" he asked, his curiosity clearly piqued.

"Oh that? I waited until it was out of breath. While it was breathing in, the skin could be penetrated easily as long as I got the timing right. And that allowed me to maximize my damage output," I half-lied, leaving out the crucial element of Arcanum.

I pointed at the corpse, the massive form of the Teltite Crusher lying still on the ground. "So how much will this go for? It looks pretty expensive."

"Well, Teltite Crushers are already pricey and since this corpse is in such a good condition, even after the fees are deducted, it should be at least 30,000... No, about 25,000 Glacium," he said, a flicker of awe still in his eyes.

"Okay," I said, a satisfied feeling settling in my chest.

"Hold on. Let me store the corpse first," Stephen said, fumbling in his bag. He took out a pouch, and after looking at it, it was clearly a magical pouch with space expansion magic.

These pouches cost about 100,000 Glacium, but the price depends on the size of the storage space. The higher the quality and the more space it provides, the more expensive it becomes. A 100,000 Glacium pouch is typically the lowest quality you can buy.

Seeing him struggle to maneuver the massive monster into the pouch, I grabbed one of the monster’s front legs.

"I’ll help you out," I said.

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"Ah, thank you," he replied, relief in his voice.

"...This is really heavy," I said, huffing slightly as I pulled.

Thinking about it, I realized that Stephen was barely pulling. It seemed like I was the only one carrying its weight.

"Erk— Huk! Hey! Can you exert more strength?" I finally lashed out at Stephen, drops of sweat forming on my face from the strain.

"I-I’m trying," he said, and just like me, he also began to sweat, his efforts seemingly minimal.

"Aren’t you an agent? Shouldn’t you have known this in advance?" I asked, my frustration mounting.

"...Ah. Sorry, I forgot," he said, sheepishly.

’Wha- How- How can he forget the basics?!’ I felt my temper rising again. I was this close to exploding.

"Phew! Nevermind! I’ll just hold the hind legs and you hold the front. Is it okay wit— Wait, don’t we also have to carry this pouch around after we are done with this?" I said, trying to find a more efficient way to handle the situation. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Ah, don’t worry, anything inside the pouch will have its weight cut in half," he said, smiling goofishly while scratching his head.

"...Half?" I said, my voice flat.

I couldn’t help but sigh again. I was right, he had bought the low-quality pouch. Indeed, Cypher had only met Stephen in his third year. Stephen was in a bad state even then, so now... well, I could only be thankful that he hadn’t starved to death.

"Come on, put more strength into it," I urged, trying to motivate Stephen.

"Sorry, I didn’t have breakfast yet..." he mumbled, which only added to my exasperation.

After what felt like an hour of groaning and grumbling, pushing and pulling, we finally managed to wrestle the massive monster into the pouch.

"Hah... Hah... Hah..." we were both panting heavily, our bodies aching from the effort.

We both collapsed onto the ground, utterly exhausted.

"...It’s already 7," he said, his voice breathless.

Before I had even noticed, the sun had already dipped below the horizon, the sky transforming into a deep shade of indigo. The field was now shrouded in darkness, and the air began to chill, slowly covering my body with its coolness.

From the looks of it, today’s hunt would end with just this one kill.

Though I felt a little disappointed at the huge waste of time we’d spent on this one monster, I didn’t regret it too much since I’d managed to make a valuable connection with Stephen.

"So how do we bring this back?" I asked, gesturing towards the now bulging pouch.

"Oh, don’t worry about that. If it looks like we really can’t move this, then we just have to call their emergency hotline, but we need to compensate them for the trip," he said, explaining the procedure.

Right when we stood up, a faint sound reached my ears.

"Hold on. Don’t move," I whispered, my body tensing.

Rustle.

A faint sound rang out from a nearby tree.

"What ha—" Stephen began to ask.

"Ssshh!" I silenced him, my focus solely on the source of the sound.

Concentrating on where the sound was coming from, I quickly grabbed Arcanum, which was lying on the ground, and threw it with precision towards the direction of the noise.

Swoosh!

Thud!

Only the sound of a large body crashing down rang out, followed by the startled flapping of a flock of birds flying away from the tree.

"Huh? What happened?" Stephen asked, looking around in confusion.

"It’s a Skyrin," I said, already moving towards the sound.

"A what now?" Stephen asked. He might not have been able to see anything in the dim light, but I could see it clearly because of my Gift1. My eyes could detect and pinpoint anything a thousand miles away.

"...Skyrin? Is it the large winged bird that has a head of three snakes?" Stephen clarified, sounding slightly surprised.

"Yes. Let’s go there, quick! We should take that one back too," I said, my voice filled with excitement at the prospect of another monster for the day’s haul.

Stephen just looked at me with bewildered eyes. "...There’s something strange about you. Not only do you have the skills, but really? You can sense something far away and accurately target it? Heck! You’re only even using a dagger!"

"Stop talking," I said, cutting him off. "Grab the pouch already and let’s go there first before something might damage the goods." I hurried him along, eager to secure our second catch.

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Friday

I opened my eyes while still in bed. My entire body started aching immediately, a reminder of yesterday’s hunt.

"MASTER! YOU’RE LA-!" Macaron’s shrill voice cut through the morning quiet.

I sat up abruptly and, without a second thought, grabbed a pillow and threw it towards Macaron. He instantly went tumbling down to the ground with a soft thud.

"Macaron! Are you really an owl or a freaking rooster?! Can’t you see that I’m already awake?" I said, my voice still thick with sleep and annoyance.

He quickly flew back up and landed on my lap, looking up at me with big, teary eyes. "It’s just a force of habit, master..." he whimpered, rubbing his head against my leg.

I just rolled my eyes at him. There he goes again, with his cute, dramatic act. It was hard to stay mad at him for long, though.

I patted Macaron’s head, my thoughts drifting back to yesterday’s hunt. Teltite Crusher and Skyrin... No matter how much I thought about it, they were ridiculously heavy. I was pretty sure I even heard my back crack when Stephen and I were carrying them back.

Thankfully, I’d managed to make it back to the Academy just before curfew. Otherwise, I would have been facing disciplinary punishment on top of points deduction, and my aching muscles would have been the least of my worries.

"Ugh!" I groaned, stretching carefully.

Luckily, today was Friday, which meant no Monster Hunting or Physical Training classes that I would be attending. I slowly got up, my whole body still protesting, and checked my smartwatch first. There were three new messages.

[25,000 Glacium has been deposited]

[65,000 Glacium has been deposited]

[Here is the payment for yesterday’s monsters. I hope to work with you again. RN Agency Head Manager, Stephen Colbert.]

The payment was quicker than I expected. If I remembered correctly, exclusive contracts usually had monthly payments. Mine must have been processed so quickly because it was only a one-time deal. But still, to have them taken care of overnight... Stephen sure was efficient.

Thanks to Stephen’s deposit, my energy slowly started to rise for the day. Also, I could now finally open up an investment account and buy Sapphire Blood guild’s stock. Maybe, I would invest all my money. The thought brought a small smile to my face.

I walked into the shower, various thoughts about investments and guild stocks swirling in my head. After washing away my remaining fatigue with cold water, I dried myself, put on my uniform, and headed out for my morning class, a little bit lighter on my feet and a lot richer in my account.

Remember guys, Remillia’s Gift is Keen Sense

It can detect and find what she’s looking underground and even high up in the skies. She also has super hearing, she’ll just focus on anything that she would like to hear