Reborn As An Extra : I'm gonna mess up everything

In *Awakened Academy*, things were far from peaceful. Have you ever done something bad just because you were angry? It's a natural reaction for some—breaking things, yelling, tearing up papers, anything to release that pent-up frustration. But for others, those simple acts aren't enough. They need something more... satisfying.

For some, the thrill comes from targeting another person. Just the thought of unleashing all that anger on someone who can't fight back is enough to send a shiver down their spine. Yelling at them, pushing them around, humiliating them in front of everyone—it gives a sense of power, a twisted satisfaction.

That's why they call it *bullying*.

At *Awakened Academy*, the basketball court wasn't just a place for sports. Sure, it looked like a regular modern-day arena with rows of seats for an audience to cheer and watch and it could be used for both vallyball and basketball. But in this academy, no one ever came to play basketball or vallyball, Why?

Because it had become something else entirely—a hunting ground for bullies.

In theory, students were allowed to use magic and essence stones to make the game more interesting, as long as they didn't use offensive spells. But that wasn't the reason the court was deserted. It wasn't about the game anymore. It had become the place where second-year students would gang up on the first-years. The bullying here was like a ritual, a cycle that never ended.

The second-years, having been tormented themselves the year before, now turned their pain into a weapon. They bullied the first-years simply because they could, or sometimes just for the fun of it. They didn't need a reason. It was all about power, and power was addictive.

You'd think the academy would step in and stop it, right? But no. No one ever reported it. The bullies made sure of that. They would threaten to ruin your family, destroy your reputation, and a scared first-year would always back down. What could they do? The bullying grew bigger and bigger each year, and by the time someone thought of standing up, it was already too late. They had to endure the torment for a whole year, sometimes even all three years, until they became the bullies themselves.

It was a vicious cycle that everyone knew about, yet no one dared to stop.

The basketball court was filled with tension. Around nine second-year students stood in the center, their presence commanding attention. Six of them were tall boys with strong physiques, while the three girls wore extremely short skirts, the front buttons of their shirts undone, giving them a seductive and careless look. These girls weren't just troublemakers—they were delinquent girls, and they didn't care who knew it. The group's leader, Mirael Saphirion, stood at the front, smirking. He was the son of a famous landlord, and he carried himself like someone who knew he could get away with anything.

Mirael had a sharp, clean-cut face, his light-colored hair hanging casually over his eyes, which were a striking shade of green. He wasn't just another bully; he had status, and that made him even more dangerous. In front of him, sitting on the volleyball ground, were about twenty to twenty-five students. All of them were either barons or commoners. After all, they couldn't bully someone of higher status, could they?

Each one of the students had a makeshift nameplate around their necks, like some kind of collar, made by the bullies so they could easily identify them, as if they were pets. The humiliation was thick in the air. These nameplates weren't just labels—they were signs that these students were nothing in the eyes of Mirael and his gang.

Mirael cleared his throat, the mockery dripping from his voice as he spoke. "Ahem... Ahem... I'm Mirael Saphirion, this year's president of cheering and welcome activities. And it's our job to make sure we welcome some of the first years in the most *unique* way possible," he said, his lips curling into a smug grin.