I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra

After a tense ten-minute walk through the dark, twisting tunnel, I suddenly spotted movement ahead. My eyes sharpened, and I tensed instinctively.

"Twenty steps forward, there’s a pack of Veralune waiting for us," I warned, my voice steady but urgent.

"How many are there?" Whitney asked, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the area.

"At least twenty. They’re all adults," I replied, my voice calm but alert.

Jason Briggs, one of our close-range fighters, stepped forward, cracking his knuckles with a smug look. "Let’s get this started."

"Wait! We need to form a plan first!" I shouted, trying to halt their rush, but my words fell on deaf ears.

Without hesitation, they surged forward, charging straight at the Veralune pack, blades flashing and aura ready.

I watched in disbelief, muttering under my breath. "Even Whitney? Wow! They just wouldn’t listen to me."

I watched as the pack of Veralunes emerged from the shadows, their crimson fur gleaming eerily in the dim light. Each of these beasts was a terrifying sight—twenty feet long, twisted and elongated bodies moving with unnatural speed and agility. Their razor-sharp claws glinted menacingly, and their glowing, bioluminescent eyes pierced through the darkness.

The pack was relentless and vicious, attacking as a chaotic swarm rather than coordinated hunters. Their instinct to strike from surprise was evident, and their ferocity made them formidable foes. Each wolf’s powerful bite could crush steel and shatter bones, and their claws could slash through flesh and bone with ease. They targeted from the neck or throat, aiming to incapacitate with devastating precision.

I kept my gaze on them, assessing my options. Their bioluminescent eyes made them deadly in low-light environments, but their tendency to attack without coordination could be their downfall—if we played it right. I knew their weak spot: their glowing eyes. A precise shot or strike to those could disable them, but with their ferocity, getting a clear shot would be tricky.

I couldn’t help but sigh irritatingly, frustration bubbling inside me. The group movements were all over the place—chaotic and disorganized—lacking any real teamwork or strategy. It was as if they were driven purely by instinct, making them unpredictable but also vulnerable at the same time.

’What are they even doing?’ I furrowed my brows, watching them stumble and flail at the pack of Veralunes. ’Are they even landing any hits, or are they just hurting each other in the process?’ My gaze lingered on the mess, contemplating whether to intervene or let them suffer the consequences of their recklessness.

I had been planning to let them get hurt—one by one—as a punishment for ignoring my warnings. But, being the kind-hearted person I am, I couldn’t completely let it happen. I decided that I would help them, but only because they owed me a favor—nothing more.

"Hehehe..." A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I watched the scene unfold, my amusement growing as I saw their disorganized attacks.

Suddenly, someone interrupted my thoughts. I jumped in shock and turned my head sharply to the side. It was Jawn, standing calmly beside me, his expression steady and level-headed—definitely a stark contrast to the chaos around us.

"So what’s your plan?" Jawn asked, his voice calm and straightforward.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself before answering. "Their weak spot is their eye sockets. Aim there while I distract them," I said, a hint of a smirk forming on my face.

"Got it," Jawn replied without hesitation. With that, he leapt away gracefully, finding a high vantage point to observe and take action.

Once I saw Jawn was safely positioned, I began to reassess the situation. ’There are only thirteen Veralunes; where’s the rest?’ I thought, scanning the area for any signs of the missing monsters.

Just then, I heard loud, hungry growls echoing from behind me. My instincts kicked in instantly. The pack was waiting to pounce from the shadows, their patience only matching their ferocity.

I turned slowly, a wicked smile spreading across my face, like a devil savoring its prey. "I think you’ll do fine as my training dummies," I muttered with a sinister chuckle.

The Veralunes froze momentarily, their glowing eyes flickering with tension. They seemed to sense my murderous intent, their movements halting as they assessed the threat. Before they could react—or try to flee—I moved swiftly, swinging my dagger at the monster on my left. It pierced its right leg with precision, eliciting a sharp, pained whimper from the beast.

’Not enough,’ I thought, feeling a rush of adrenaline.

The six Veralunes stared at me in fear, their instincts kicking in as they realized I was not just another prey. Without hesitation, I surged forward, aiming to take down the middle one while my smile grew wider, wild and reckless.

"Come to mama!" I exclaimed, excitement bubbling in my voice as I prepared to strike again, reveling in the chaos and the thrill of the fight.

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Junichi’s muscles burned, his sword arm trembling from the relentless fight. The larger Veralune pressed its weight against him, claws raking across his armor, forcing him back step by agonizing step. His teammates were retreating, their faces strained with exhaustion, and the chaos threatened to overwhelm him.

As he engaged in a fierce battle with a particularly large Veralune, he caught sight of something that made his heart skip a beat. A figure was fighting off not two, not five, but seven Veralunes all by herself. It was Remillia, standing her ground against the odds.

Junichi’s eyes widened in awe as he watched Remillia take down the wolves with an almost balletic grace. She moved like a dancer, her daggers slicing through the air with deadly precision. The Veralunes were no match for her skill, and they fell one by one at her feet, their growls silenced by her swift strikes.

But what truly caught Junichi’s attention was the sheer number of wolves she was taking down. Seven Veralunes was no small feat for anyone, let alone one person. He couldn’t help but call out to his teammates, his voice hoarse from shouting, "Guys! Look! It’s Remillia! She’s... she’s taking down seven Veralunes at once!"

The group stood silently, their eyes fixed on the incredible display unfolding before them. Remillia, alone and seemingly unscathed, dispatched the last Veralune with a precise strike to its left eye, collapsing it in a final, gurgling whimper.

Gregg was the first to break the stunned silence, his voice trembling with awe. "By the gods... Is that really possible?" he asked, eyes wide with awe.

Vaughn, mouth agape, stared in annoyance, voice barely a whisper. "What the— It doesn’t make sense. She’s using a dagger—a super short-range weapon. How does she manage to kill all those monsters by herself?"

Junichi, still caught in admiration, stood frozen as Remillia’s gaze met his.

Without a word, Remillia turned gracefully and began to walk toward him. Junichi’s heart pounded fiercely in his chest as she approached, a mixture of admiration and nervousness flooding through him.

"Need a hand?" she asked, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down his spine.

Junichi nodded, trying to keep his composure despite the heat rushing to his cheeks. "Yeah," he managed to say, voice slightly quivery. "I think we could use some help."

Remillia’s grin widened, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I’m happy to help."

She then turned to the rest of the group, raising her voice so everyone could hear. "Guys, listen up! The Veralunes’ weak spots are their eye sockets. Make sure to hit them accurately. This is what I’ve been trying to tell you for a while now!"

"Got it!"

"Roger that!"

"Aye aye boss!"

With renewed determination, they fought off the remaining Veralunes, their movements finally fluid and synchronized as they instinctively targeted the monsters’ weak spots.

Junichi couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder at how easily Remillia took down the Veralunes. He was impressed by her skill, but more than that, he was drawn to her strength and confidence.

As the last of the Veralunes fell, the group began to regroup, catching their breath.

"Gather up. Is there no one hurt here? This sucks ’cause we don’t have a healer," Vaughn said, annoyance creeping into his voice.

"It’s your fault anyway. Instead of making a plan, you charged in like a bull, remember?" I shot back, frustration bubbling to the surface.

"If you had said the plan earlier before we rushed in, then maybe we could have defeated those monsters a lot easier!" Vaughn retorted, his tone defensive.

"Woah, woah! Why are you getting angry at me? Did you ever listen to me when I chose this path, huh?" I countered, my irritation flaring.

"You know wh—" Vaughn began, but an electrifying whip suddenly cut us off, making our mouths shut.

"I hate to say this, but Remillia does have a point. Let’s plan first before taking action," Whitney interjected, her voice calm but firm.

They all went silent, the tension hanging in the air. Meanwhile, I scoffed, feeling a mix of indignation and disbelief. So they would listen to her but not me? The audacity!

Junichi approached me, his expression a bit sheepish. "Thanks for the help," he said before turning back to join Gregg.

I watched him walk away, puzzled. Also, what’s up with him? I wondered, feeling a faint flicker of curiosity amid the irritation.

We continued walking, but suddenly the ground beneath us lurched and crumbled. Before I could react, I tumbled downward, along with the others, landing with a jarring thud.

We groaned as we tried to get up, the disorientation of the fall still lingering. Luckily for me, I landed on something soft.

"Oof! Get off of me! Why are you so heavy?" Vaughn grumbled, annoyed, as I realized I was sitting on his stomach.

A mischievous grin spread across my face, and an evil thought took root.

"Oh wait," I said innocently, feigning concern as I pretended to stand up. "Let me stand up."

Just as I was about to fully stand, I deliberately slipped, causing my body to crash back into Vaughn’s stomach with a thud.

"Ughh! How can you slip carelessly? Get off me now!" Vaughn snapped, squirming beneath me.

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I immediately slipped away from him, darting behind Junichi, Gregg, and Jawn for cover.

"Why you— you witch! I’ll get you back for this!" Vaughn yelled, voice full of irritation.

I just chuckled at Vaughn’s remark before turning my attention to the others.

"Where are we anyway?" Lila asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern.

I straightened up, my expression shifting from playful to serious as I began to scan our surroundings carefully.

The dim light illuminated the area, revealing rough stone walls and a low ceiling. The air was cool and damp, and I could hear the faint sound of dripping water echoing in the distance.

"Don’t worry, there’s no monsters here," I reassured them, trying to instill a sense of calm. "We should go this way." I pointed down a narrow passage that seemed to lead deeper into the underground.

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"Cypher!" Claire cried out for help as her foot got stuck in a pothole. Again.

The other team members just sighed, a collective groan echoing in the oppressive silence of the dimly lit cave. Their patience wearing thin as they watched Cypher rush over to help her.

"Hey Claire, are you doing this on purpose or not?" Frederick’s voice, laced with exasperation, broke the tense atmosphere. A chorus of similar complaints followed, the others joining in the barrage of questions and accusations.

"Yeah, he’s right. We don’t have the time to always stop and save your butt out here," someone said, frustration evident in their tone.

"Stop being a damsel in distress!" another added, shaking their head.

"And why is it that you always ask Cypher for help?" someone else questioned, crossing their arms.

"I remember a while ago, instead of dodging the attack of the Riverion, you just stood there looking for Cypher, begging to be helped," another teammate pointed out.

Claire tried to defend herself, her voice trembling slightly. "B-but it was true! I-I was scared when—"

Cypher stepped into the conversation, his expression serious. "Guys, stop. There’s no time to fight. We need to find the exit as fast as possible," He turned his gaze to Claire, eyes steady. "And you, Claire. Try to defend yourself. It’s not like I’m always going to be there to save you."

Claire nodded meekly, her voice barely above a whisper. "O-okay."

Fredrick mumbled under his breath, "We should have found the exit by now if it weren’t for a certain damsel in distress."

Cypher shot him a glare, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"Eeek! Okay! Let’s hurry now!" Fredrick quickly backtracked, raising his voice to rally the team.

Meanwhile, Claire stood alone, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Her breathing was shallow, but her eyes—glinting with a dangerous, unhinged intensity—began to flicker with rage and insanity. The mask of her meekness was breaking down, revealing a darker, more volatile side beneath.

"Just you wait, you morons! How dare they ruin me in front of my love?! I should stitch their mouths painfully so they can’t utter a word to my love anymore," she hissed inwardly, her voice trembling with suppressed fury.

A sinister thought crossed her mind, her fingertips already bleeding from her relentless grip. Her eyes gleamed with an unnatural glow, and her smile curled into a subtle, threatening expression—an ominous warning of chaos lurking beneath her fragile exterior.

"If only I was strong enough to stand beside Cypher... We would be a powerful couple," she whispered to herself, a twisted longing fueling her obsession.

Her obsession with Cypher was all-consuming. She craved his attention, his protection, and his strength. She longed to stand beside him, to be the equal of his valor and might.

Gazing into a puddle nearby, she saw her reflection—her face marred by her own rage—and she clenched her fists, punching the water repeatedly. The splashes echoed in the silence, a testament to her rising fury.

"I want to get stronger!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the cave walls as she punched the puddle repeatedly, sending droplets splashing everywhere.

"Child..." a voice echoed through the cave, sending a chill down her spine.

Claire froze, her heart racing as she turned to see where the voice had come from. The shadows seemed to shift around her, and for a moment, she thought she might be imagining things.

"Who’s there?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly but laced with defiance.

"You seek strength, yet you are consumed by anger," the voice replied, resonating with an otherworldly quality. "Strength born of rage is a double-edged sword. It can empower you, but it can also destroy you."

Claire narrowed her eyes, trying to discern the source of the voice. "I don’t care! I just want to be strong enough to stand beside Cypher. I want him to see me as his equal!"

"I can grant you the power you seek, Claire. But what will you give to me?" the voice echoed through the cave, its tone smooth yet sinister.

Without hesitation, Claire clenched her fists, her voice fierce. "I’ll give you everything! You can do whatever you want with me, as long as I get stronger!"

The voice chuckled darkly, a chilling sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Very well, then..."

In an instant, Claire’s body was surrounded by dark red smoke. She felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins; her senses heightened, her reflexes quickened, and her physical prowess became stronger. As the smoke dissipated, she noticed her left eye had turned a deep crimson, a clear indication that she had made a deal with the devil.

"Claire? Where are you?" another voice called out, breaking her moment of focus.

In a split second, Claire quickly masked her eye with a normal hue, hoping to hide the change from Cypher. Her heart sank when she realized it was not him approaching, but another boy. Disappointment flickered across her face.

He saw her and called out, "What are you doing there? Can’t you still stand on your own? Let’s go!" He turned and started walking away, unaware of the storm brewing inside her.

Her bloodlust flared, her eyes turning red once more as she felt the surge of power from her dark pact. Her nails lengthened, sharpening into deadly claws, itching to strike and snap his neck in her fury.

But as her hand hovered mere centimeters from his throat, he spoke again, casually. "You’re lucky. Cypher told me to fetch you."

Her expression snapped back to normal in an instant. She forced a smile and responded, "Really? Let’s go, then!"

Inside, her mind seethed with dark, hungry desire. ’You should thank Cypher—you’re alive because of him. But soon, you’ll see... I don’t need anyone but myself to become unstoppable.’

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"Wait..." I said, halting the group as I sensed something lurking nearby. "There are dozens of them, although they’re small."

Whitney raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Do you have any insights about them?"

I didn’t answer her immediately, my focus sharpening as I peered through the dim light toward the other side of the wall.

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Snookums

Difficulty: Novice Grade 2

Form: The size of a cat. A soft, cuddly rat with a brown and white coat and a twitching nose.

Killing Method: They’re masters of speed and have sharp teeth. They use their cute appearance to distract the enemy, then bite their nose or ear to disorient them while their packmates attack from behind.

Weak Spot: The throat, where a quick slash can sever the major arteries and kill the rat.

Additional Note: Quickly kill the ones who start to squeak continuously, as that’s the sign of calling for backup.

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Suddenly, the walls behind us began to crack and splinter, the sound echoing ominously.

Bang!

Bang!

Rumble!

I calmly raised my voice, commanding. "Everyone, form a circle, back to back! Keep your eyes open!"

"What’s happening?" Caleb asked, worry etched on his face.

"Don’t worry, we can easily kill them since it’s a Novice Grade 4 monster, they’re called Snookums," I reassured, gripping my weapon tightly.

"What about their weak spot?" Junichi inquired, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement.

"Make sure to accurately aim for the throat. They’re small but terrible monsters," I instructed, my mind racing with strategies.

"Any additional points?" Lila asked, her voice steady but alert.

"Their looks are decei—" Before I could finish, a violent crack split the air—more walls shattered, debris tumbling down as the ground trembled.