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

Surya's laughter echoed powerfully through his palace, filling the vast hall with an intimidating presence. Suddenly, a flash of blinding light split the room, and a divine gate opened, pouring radiant light that overpowered even the sun god's fiery surroundings.

Moments later, six figures stepped through the gate. Leading them was a striking, muscular man with a sharp jawline and hair as white as clouds, crackling with white lightning. His mere presence exuded authority and power—he was none other than Indra, the God of Thunder and Rain.

Beside Indra stood a dignified elderly man, tall and imposing, with yellow lightning sparking from his eyes and coursing over his white hair and sturdy frame. Dressed in flowing white robes, his age only added to his formidable aura. This was Zeus,  his presence as intense as a gathering storm.

Following them were four women of enchanting beauty, unlike anything mortal eyes could behold. The first two wore matching armor with graceful pink skirts, exuding elegance and charm. The one with flowing green hair was Freyr, and her companion with azure hair was Alyta—both lesser goddesses of rain, their delicate yet strong appearance mirroring their command over gentle showers and life-giving waters.

Behind Freyr and Alyta walked two identical women with flowing, intricate dresses adorned in golden jewelry. These twin goddesses, Ganga and Narmada, ruled over the rivers. But unlike their usual graceful forms, they were breathing heavily, their bodies covered in bruises, and a frailty shadowed their faces. Surya's relentless heat had drained their rivers to dryness, leaving them weakened and on the edge of collapse.

Each of them gazed at Surya with somber expressions, the weight of the world's suffering evident in their eyes.

The Lavaman lowered his head seeing them.

Indra's voice boomed through the hall, filled with anger and authority. "Surya, what in the heavens do you think you're doing? Have you lost your mind? If you keep this up, life on Earth will end!"

The force of his voice created ripples of shockwaves around him, but Surya remained unfazed. With a dismissive scoff, he replied, "Indra, you don't get to tell me what to do. Go back and enjoy yourself with your nymphs!"

Zeus stepped forward, his gaze piercing, "Enough of this nonsense! Look at those goddesses," he said, gesturing toward Ganga and Narmada. "Do you see the suffering they're enduring? This is your doing, Surya! It is the natural order to respect mortal lives. Whether they thrive or perish, our duty is to maintain balance, not disrupt it." His voice was tinged with restrained fury, adding weight to his words.

Surya's eyes flashed with irritation. "Rules, rules, rules... why should I be bound by them? Mortals are mere insects, and I have no need to cater to their weakness. They are beneath me." His voice dripped with arrogance, dismissing his fellow gods as he leaned back on his throne.

Freyr and Alyta looked away, disappointment etched on their faces. Indra took a slow, deep breath, composing himself before speaking again. "So this is your answer? It seems you've truly lost your way." His tone turned cold. "We will give you one day, Surya, out of respect for our past bonds. But make no mistake: if you continue, there will be war."

With a final glare, Indra turned and opened the divine gate, signaling to the others. Each god cast Surya one last look of disapproval before they vanished through the gate, leaving the sun god alone in his throne room, with his lava man.

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A vast crowd had gathered outside the royal palace in the Seraphine Kingdom, their faces etched with despair as they looked up toward the balcony. There, Lady Savitri stood, her gaze steady as she took in the sea of commoners below.