I Transmigrated Into the Game as the Luckiest Extra

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The moth was no ordinary beast. It was an elemental, a creature born from distorted mana and the remnants of spiritual essence, the kind of monster that should have remained sealed deep beneath the earth. According to the records, it was one of the calamities released by the Bloody Banquet a harbinger of decay. Today, it was destined to surface, spreading chaos across the island like a curse long overdue.

In the original story, Elric Vales, Selene Whitmore, and Clara Winslet had worked together to defeat it.

But stories were one thing.

Reality was another.

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"Come here."

I glanced back at Clara Winslet, half-expecting her to bolt the moment I turned. We had only managed to hunt down four monsters so far pitiful compared to the other cadets scattered across the island. Six points each wasn't enough to secure anything, and she knew it. If she decided to ambush me and snatch my points, I wouldn't be surprised.

Her expression soured, lips tight as though she'd bitten into something rotten, but she followed anyway. Her footsteps were deliberately heavy, crunching every twig and leaf in her path, as if trying to grate on my nerves.

"…"

Her silence was almost louder than words. The kind of silence that screamed with unspoken accusations. I ignored it, forcing myself to focus on the rustling underbrush, the shifting scents of moss and dirt, and the faint distortions of mana bleeding through the air.

The clock burned in the corner of my vision, each second dragging like an executioner's countdown. If my memory wasn't failing me, the elemental seedling should manifest around this time. The only question was where. Did I have to circle the world tree until it revealed itself?

"I think the monsters are clustered near the outskirts," Clara Winslet finally muttered, voice stiff.

That was where most cadets hunted safer, easier prey.

"No," I shook my head. "That won't work."

She pouted, her lips twitching in a mock-scowl, but said nothing. Her reluctance was obvious though, each step slower than the last, as if her boots were filling with lead. After a while, her patience snapped and she angled her steps to the left, drifting away like she thought I wouldn't notice.

"Where are you going?" I asked flatly.

"…Just checking if something's nearby," she replied, voice dry as dust.

She returned to my side when I leveled her with a look, eyes narrowed just enough to remind her I wasn't in the mood.

Another half-hour passed in restless silence. The forest stretched around us in oppressive stillness, every leaf too still, every breeze too shallow, like the world itself was holding its breath.

Then the ground beneath us trembled.

Wooong

The vibration wasn't natural. My head snapped toward the source, and sure enough, a fissure split open in the dirt. From it, a grotesque seedling emerged, wings like braided membranes and a body crawling with pulsing runes that throbbed in sync with the earth's heartbeat.

"Follow me," I said, voice sharper than before.

Clara Winslet's reluctance vanished in an instant. She matched my pace, spear already humming faintly with crackling energy.

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Elsewhere, Elric Vales and Selene Whitmore were already on their way.

"Where's Damon Reid?" Selene Whitmore asked, her voice clipped but curious.

Elric Vales shrugged, brushing dirt from his sleeve. "We split. This is an exam you know how it is."

"And you? Where's Kael Vi-rel?"

Selene Whitmore's cheeks tinted faintly. "Don't"

Wooong

The vibration silenced her. Both turned instinctively toward the epicenter, dread coiling in their stomachs, and broke into a sprint.

By the time they arrived, the clearing beneath the world tree had transformed. Roots jutted from the ground like serpents, writhing and coiling as if alive. A monstrous moth hovered in the haze, wings shimmering with unnatural energy. Elemental runes glowed faintly across its carapace, as though carved by some ancient hand.

"What is that?" Selene Whitmore whispered, dagger already drawn.

Elric Vales's eyes narrowed. "An elemental monster. It's feeding off the tree's vitality."

The moth screeched, and the surrounding trees groaned as their life force was sucked dry. Bark withered, leaves blackened, and branches collapsed into brittle ash.

"Strong?" Selene Whitmore asked.

"Stronger than it looks."

The moth's gaze locked onto them, its compound eyes glowing with cold malice.

Kooong!

The ground heaved as massive tree trunks, drained of life, ripped free from the earth and came crashing down.

"Move!" Elric Vales shouted.

They barely avoided being crushed. A root snapped out like a whip, aiming for Selene Whitmore's chest. She rolled aside, shadows coiling around her body like smoke, and retaliated with a dagger strike infused with magic.

The blade severed one of the roots, sap-like ichor splattering the dirt.

"Cut them off! That's the only way!"

Elric Vales responded with a burst of psychic force, hurling several roots back, but they regenerated faster than he could push them away.

Selene Whitmore gritted her teeth. "This thing is"

Before she finished, flames ripped across the clearing, consuming several roots at once. A second blast of fire followed, streaking toward the moth itself. The monster veered sideways, barely escaping, its screech rattling the canopy.

Selene Whitmore blinked. "What?"

Her eyes flicked toward the source, and I stepped into view. Clara Winslet was at my side, her spear humming with residual lightning, sparks dancing along the tip.

"When did you two"

"No time!" I shouted. "Go for the core! The body, not the roots! Use the skill you received!"

Selene Whitmore scowled. "And what are you doing, shouting from the back?"

A fresh wave of roots tore through the ground. Clara Winslet slashed one apart with her spear, wind and lightning crackling along its edge. For a moment, she looked like a warrior out of myth, her hair whipping in the air, eyes blazing.

Until three more roots surged in from the sides.

She cut one, dodged another, but the last caught her midsection.

Thwack!

Clara Winslet was hurled backward, crashing into a tree with a sickening crack. Blood spattered the bark as she slid down, coughing violently.

I clenched my jaw. She was alive qi reinforcement had spared her a fatal blow but she was in no condition to fight.

I stepped forward, channeling teleportation magic. Space warped, my vision fracturing, and with a flicker I displaced several falling trees, redirecting their weight against the moth. Each crash tore at its wings, forcing the creature lower.

But the exertion drained me. My mana control wasn't sharp enough, and every use gnawed at my core. My body felt like brittle glass, cracking under pressure.

A root lunged for me, faster than I could dodge. My limbs locked, exhaustion crushing me still.

The root halted inches from my chest.

Steel flashed. A single blade pinned it in place, splitting the root with terrifying precision.

Clara Winslet was down. Selene Whitmore and Elric Vales were locked in their own desperate battles.

This wasn't their doing.

I staggered back, heart hammering, and turned toward the one who had just saved me.

From the haze stepped a figure. Her uniform was the same as ours, but it clung to her like a disguise rather than a belonging. Her presence carried weight, something sharp and cold hidden beneath an easy mask.

Kaela Vi-rel.

My breath caught.

She raised her sword without a word and, in a single sweeping arc, carved through the next volley of roots as though they were paper. Her eyes, calm and unhurried, flicked briefly toward me assessing, not acknowledging.

Then she moved. Fluid. Relentless. Flames roared to life at her command, a concentrated burst that struck the moth's wings.

Boom!

The monster screamed, its once-mighty wings igniting and crumbling into ash.

The battle wasn't over, but its fate was sealed.

Elric Vales seized the opportunity, charging in to finish the beast. His blade, sharpened with psychic force, cleaved the moth's body clean in half. The elemental screeched one final time before dissolving into drifting embers.

The forest fell silent. The corrupted mana thinned, leaving only the acrid stench of burned roots and blood.

I should've felt relief. Instead, my gaze remained fixed on her.

Kaela Vi-rel.

She lingered at the edge of the clearing, sword dripping with ichor, watching in silence. Her expression was unreadable neither triumphant nor cautious, but something caught in between.

And just like that, she turned to leave.

I clenched my fists. I couldn't let her disappear. My instincts screamed at me that letting her walk away meant losing something vital, something I couldn't yet name.

She lingered at the edge of the clearing, sword dripping with ichor, watching in silence. Her expression was unreadable neither triumphant nor cautious, but something caught in between.

And just like that, she turned to leave.

Ding!

You have used 200 game points to uncover the true identity of Kaela Vi-rel.

Ding!

Kaela Vi-rel's true identity is Bento, a member of the Bloody Banquet.

My stomach twisted. I knew it. There was no way Kael Vi-rel ever had a sister.

Meanwhile, Bento made his move.

And I despite my exhaustion tried to stop him.