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

As the afternoon sun reached its peak, Rowan and his son Ujjain arrived at the Vanara tribe. But they didn't come alone—over two hundred tribe members and guards traveled with them. Even though Rowan counted Mourya as a friend, he knew that in the world of tribes, friendship was fragile, and trust was scarce. Here, deep in the Vanara territory, he could never fully relax.

Upon their arrival, they received a warm welcome from Mourya's family. Mourya's three sons, his daughter Sasha, and other tribe members were all present, greeting Rowan and Ujjain with respectful nods and smiles. Only Maruti was noticeably absent.

Rowan and Ujjain, as father and son, bore a striking resemblance. Both had fiery red hair, broad muscular frames, and powerful chests—classic marks of the tribe's strength and stature. Towering over most, their tall, sturdy forms embodied the warrior spirit, though among the other tall tribesmen, they didn't stand out as much. Ujjain, with his youthful face and intense gaze, looked like a younger mirror of his father.

Rowan's eyes wandered to the grand structure that Mourya called home. It wasn't a typical palace, but a vast, unique building with multiple connected houses, forming a massive half-circle around a beautiful garden. The place radiated power and status.

"Hmm… Soon, all of this will be mine," Rowan thought with a smirk as he stepped through the entry gate, feeling the weight of his ambition settle over him.

After the initial greetings and formalities, Rowan and Ujjain were shown to their rooms, each spacious and welcoming. Ujjain was encouraged to rest, and while Rowan was offered the same, he decided he'd rather explore this vast home.

As he strolled through the open corridors, he took in every detail—the solid stone and wooden walls, intricate carvings, and open spaces where flowers bloomed and birds chirped. Rowan could almost feel the pulse of the tribe within these walls, a mix of strength, history, and pride. The garden scenery stretched wide around the circular complex, and Rowan's mind wandered, envisioning it all as his own one day.

Rowan walked slowly, his steps quiet as he explored Mourya's home. The halls were calm, filled with the soft sounds of the tribe going about their day. But then, he stopped abruptly. At a turn in the corridor, he caught the sound of voices drifting around the corner. Curiosity sparked, and he moved forward carefully, peeking around the edge to see who was talking.

What he saw surprised him—there stood Maruti, talking closely with Esdeath. Rowan recognized Maruti right away, and Mourya's words flashed in his mind as he looked at the other girl. "Ah, so that's Esdeath Crimson," he thought, studying her.

He stayed hidden, listening as Esdeath laughed, her voice carrying a mocking tone.

"Hahaha… I know! It's hilarious that he still hasn't noticed what an idiot he is," Esdeath chuckled, her laughter echoing through the hallway.

Rowan's eyes narrowed as he listened. Then, Maruti sighed dramatically, crossing her arms. "But what bad luck… We made a deal with your family and almost wiped out Rowan's entire family, but unfortunately, he and his youngest son managed to survive. And now that fool wants to marry me!"

Hearing this, Rowan felt a chill creep over him, but he kept his expression calm. He strained to hear every word.

Esdeath placed a reassuring hand on Maruti's shoulder, her eyes gleaming with pride. "Don't worry, my love. My family and the Vanara tribe's warriors are ready. Today, we'll kill Ujjain, and your father will finish off Rowan. Once we do, we'll seize the Lothal tribe. With the second-strongest tribe under our control, we'll have enough power to rival the entire kingdom."

The word "seize" rang in Rowan's ears like a thunderclap, and his eyes widened in shock. "Seize the tribe…?" The betrayal was almost too much to process.