Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 35: Weekend part 8

The group of girls was already close, their murmurs and laughter filling the air as they walked towards where Cyan was. So when they were about to speak to he, I realized that if I didn’t act now, I would lose my chance to do something. I hurried up and before they even said a word, I grabbed Cyan by the arm firmly. The surprise on her face didn’t last a second, and I pushed her towards the dressing room without giving her time to react.

"What are you doing outside? There are still more clothes you have to try on!" I said with a firm, almost authoritative tone.

Cyan, he looked at me with a mix of confusion and some discomfort, but his eyes quickly turned off. He didn’t say anything, just gave me a defeated look before entering the dressing room, the door closing with a soft click behind her.

Looking back, I saw how the girls, surprised by the scene, remained silent for a moment. One of them, frowning, looked towards where Cyan had disappeared.

"Hey?" one of them asked, clearly bewildered. "What kind of relationship do you have?"

I stood still, still smiling, and looked at them one by one. Their expressions were curious, but also distrustful, as if they were looking for something more.

"It’s none of your business," I replied coldly, keeping my voice firm and determined, telling them to get lost.

Tension seemed to run through the air, but no one moved. I could see in their eyes that they were not willing to give in so easily. One of them tried to take a step towards me, as if she were going to say something else, but one look from me was enough to intimidate her. Dealing with them was the same as playing with children for me, who has spent my entire life in business.

"I already told you, get lost," I insisted, my tone more serious this time, leaving no room for more questions.

Finally, they had no choice but to turn around. Although they didn’t say it out loud, I could feel them occasionally throwing scorching glances at me, but they didn’t dare to press any further.

***

(Moments before Cyan’s perspective)

When I finished trying on the suit, I took a step into the hall. The atmosphere in the room changed instantly; the murmurs ceased and all eyes were fixed on me. Some were surprised, others simply curious, and there were those who watched with a mix of admiration and something else. I, however, paid no attention to the glances. My mind remained fixed on a familiar holographic window that suddenly appeared.

[System Notification]

My sight, focused on only reading the contents of that holographic window, barely registered the murmurs around me.

● [Due to an unknown talent, perfect synergy has been achieved.]

Effect: "Increases charm stat when wearing the appropriate attire."

It took a few seconds for my mind to process the information I was reading. Synergy? Unknown talent? Charm? I couldn’t quite grasp it, but it wasn’t something I could ignore. Unintentionally, a slight feeling of coolness ran through my body, as if the clothes I was wearing were fusing with my being. Was this what the system had detected? Was it the suit that had generated this change?

My curiosity only increased. Then, the notification continued:

Tring!

[Congratulations, you have acquired the achievement: Desired Man. The system rewards you with 2 stat points.]

[You have caught the attention of a large number of people. The system rewards you with 3000 points.]

What the heck are all these notifications? I was completely lost. I stared at the holographic window for a few seconds, trying to process what had just happened. I couldn’t understand how something as simple as a suit could generate a reaction like that.

My face lit up with a silly, involuntary smile as my mind struggled to comprehend the absurdity of the situation. What kind of shit is this? But at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel... good. Two stat points... for wearing a damn suit? Three thousand points for just standing there? I had mixed feelings, suddenly remembering what I suffered to get a measly ten thousand points. Being able to just dress up.

"Haah..." a long sigh escaped my mouth.

Without thinking much, I decided to call up the system to see more details about my status.

Instantly, the holographic window changed before my eyes. The interface was simple, but straightforward. My stats began to unfold, one by one.

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● <Stats>

- Strength: E [ 10/15 ]

- Agility: E [ 10/15 ]

- Toughness: E [ 10/15 ]

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- Charm: D+ [invariable] <=> C+ ( synergy)

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[ HP : 3 ]

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Looking at the stats, the surprise was more than evident. I wondered if this was real, if all this made sense. My charm had increased more than one rank, but why? Wasn’t it supposed to be invariable? Then, what the heck is this!

As I looked at my stats, a slight vibration in the air made me look up. The murmurs in the room had increased. The people who had previously stared in silence were now not trying to hide their fascination. And some were even whispering amongst themselves, commenting on my appearance.

At that moment, a group of women approached, their steps light but determined. I felt nervous, although I had already decided that, as soon as they approached, I would politely reject them. I didn’t want this to become a scene. But before I could do anything, a hand placed itself firmly on my arm, stopping me. As I turned around, I met Aliana’s calm eyes.

I was surprised at first, but her serene gaze relaxed me a little. At least for a second, I felt like I could breathe again. However, that feeling of relief was short-lived, as, instantly, her tone of voice became firm, almost authoritative.

"What are you doing outside?" There are still more clothes you need to try on! she said, almost scolding me.

At first, I didn’t understand what was happening. I stood there, confused, while a slight discomfort began to grow in me. I didn’t know why, but I found it uncomfortable that she treated me that way, as if I were a child. I just wanted to show her how I looked, nothing more. A slight feeling of injustice invaded me as I watched her, and, without further ado, I headed to the dressing room, turning my back on her with some regret.

***

Time passed quickly and there were no more incidents. With Aliana’s help, I was finally able to buy the clothes I would wear on the day of the auction. It was an elegant suit, comfortable, but modest enough not to attract too much attention.

I was quite grateful to her. Not only had she paid for the clothes, but she also took care of finding a good place for me to stay, something I hadn’t expected. I felt relieved, but also somewhat uncomfortable. I didn’t like being so dependent on another person.

As we walked through the streets, the city seemed to transform before our eyes. The buildings contrasted between modern and old, the markets bustling, and the air with a lovely scent that always accompanied it. As we moved forward, our conversation became deeper and deeper, though not necessarily serious. Without realizing it, the night welcomed us, subtly bathing us in its beautiful blue rays.

At that moment, I felt that the image I had of her, formed only through what I had read in the novel, was slowly beginning to fade. That woman, who in the pages looked like an imposing figure, was not as cold or distant as I thought. There was something warm in her laugh, something genuine, perhaps a little innocent I would say.

We finally arrived at the Verdia hotel. The place was not only luxurious, it was a palace. The building with the best security on the continent, it seemed straight out of a fairy tale, with its impressive facade and the extravagant air that surrounded it. Only the nobles, the aristocracy and the most influential people in the world could afford to stay there.

In a place like this, Aliana walked naturally, as if she were at home. I, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel small, as if I didn’t fit in.

As I entered, the atmosphere enveloped me. The decor, luxurious and impressive, seemed straight out of a fairy tale.

The white marble columns shone softly under the soft golden light of the chandeliers and the red velvet curtains fell elegantly from the high windows.

The impeccably dressed staff greeted us with a discreet but sincere bow. As we walked through the lobby, I noticed how some of the guests present were watching us attentively, murmuring among themselves.

As I arrived at my room, the door gently opened, revealing an impressive space. The furniture was made of monster leather, the mattress covered in soft white velvet sheets, and the windows looked out onto a panoramic view of the moonlit city. A luxurious chandelier made of mana crystals hung from the ceiling, creating a romantic and gorgeous atmosphere. However, despite the grandeur of the place, I still felt worried about the upcoming event.

Continued...