One Hundred Years As An Extra Chapter 11

It was my first ti properly talking to people after transmigrating inside Dalia’s body.

I thought they were all like parrots. Parroting the sa words back at since I only got the sa answers from them every ti. I rember all sorts of words I used to say, yell or whisper in a desperate bid for the people to answer differently just once. There were people who sotis got mad at , with good reason. But there were others, like Angel and Las, who never did.

“I quit drinking.”

“Did the sun rise in the west today?”

“Really? Is it really so shocking that I quit drinking?”

“Yes. Isn’t it only a short-lived decision anyway? Besides, I have no intention of selling alcohol in the morning.”

“I never said I ca for a drink.”

“Didn’t you co out early because you ran out of alcohol?” It seed Dalia was well-known for such antics. I scratched the back of my head in embarrassnt. I handed Las a gold coin.

“What’s this?”

“Paynt for my tab.”

“Miss… are you going sowhere?”

I watched Las. I had gotten the sa kind of reaction from Angel. I sighed regretfully. “It’s just that I have freeloaded from you without ever paying my due. So, it’s for that. Just take it.”

“But…”

“Las, I’m going to stop drinking and gambling, no matter how unconvincing you think that might sound. I want to start living properly. I want to start with this, alright? Just take it.”

“But miss…”

“I’m telling you to take it!” I said as I lightly slamd my fist on the bar table. “Well… one gold coin isn’t enough to pay the whole bill on your tab, miss…” I looked at Las, dumbfounded.

“If I were to calculate the exact amount, it should close to five gold coins…”

I rolled my eyes and slowly slumped down on the bar table, resting my cheek on it.

“Las, will you give a cup of orange juice? Put it on my tab.”

Damn you Dalia! Exactly how much did you drink here? I seethed, inwardly. Las looked at once and went to the kitchen, smiling an awkward, warm smile. This empty space with no custors in the day turned into a bustling bar at night. Las was an excellent cook, but he was more of an alcohol enthusiast who had the best alcohol to sell on the land.

The alcohol he made sold famously. People bought it even when the price increased. Nobody ever stopped drinking in this go*ddamned place. So, Las did well in his business. He wasn’t particularly in need of money. The reason I wanted to repay him was because he had always shown concern for every day I had been inside the ti magic. The circumstances of Countess Alshine, which I was unaware of, were only the things I had heard from people gossiping about Dalia.

Las, finally, arrived with a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice. He smiled sweetly at . I want to gag.

Las had been very close to my parents. He had been a family friend of theirs and had often visited the mansion when he was young. In fact, he could be my uncle.

“Why are your hands shaking like that?” Las asked with a frown. My hands trembled as I took a sip of the orange juice. With his frowning face, he looked no less than a thug. Honestly, he was too protective for his own good.

“It’s because I did not drink for a while.”

“What?”

“I told you I was quitting. I didn’t drink yesterday, so my body is begging for so alcohol.” I gulped the juice down and got up.

“Are you really serious about quitting?”

“Of course! I have been saying that for the hundredth ti.”

“Miss, are you really going sowhere? Are you going to go to the afterlife?” Unlike the words that sounded like a joke, Las’ expression was serious. Seeing him worried, I sighed. I couldn’t tousle his hair like I often did for Angel. So, I patted him, comfortingly, on his shoulder across the bar table.

“I told you I’m just trying to live properly for a change. I’ll pay you back twice when I finally make so money!” I smiled and ran out of the place before he had ti to respond.

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I had been working hard since dawn. I was dead tired. It was partly because I couldn’t sleep a wink and this body’s stamina and strength was abhorrent. This body had been drinking and gambling for years, so obviously it had low stamina. I had tried so hard to exercise and build up my strength, but it had all been in vain.

With a remorseful sigh, I slumped down on the sofa. The dust flew everywhere and I was seized by a fit of coughing. I wasn’t fazed. It was a natural thing in this house; this house was always so dusty.

I knew Kaichen might co here soon, and I had to clean the place before that. But my body refused to move, and I forced myself to get up. Perhaps, my body felt so relaxed and comfortable being here that it refused to do anything else.

“Ha, what are you nervous about?” I scoffed. But I knew what was bothering . I was doubtful how I would treat the people I intended to et today. When magic breaks down, can I treat them as usual? This was a question I asked myself before going to bed every night for a long ti. They don’t rember anything about magic. Nobody does, except . Everybody went along with the next day as it ca, not knowing everything had changed.

But what about ?

One human spent many years of the sa day. It was enough to drive anyone crazy. And I had gone crazy. I couldn’t withstand it. But now, I have gotten my sanity back. Dalia of the original novel lost her mind. I transmigrated into her body and had been alone for such a long ti that I went crazy too. I definitely committed an irreversible sin then. It would have been better if the mories of that period had also faded. I didn’t want to be reminded of it.