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

Esdeath Rivenhart

The name "Rivenhart" always brought a dark shadow over Rowan's heart, filling him with anger and bitterness. Years ago, in their relentless quest for power and territory, the Rivenhart family had invaded the lands of his tribe, the Lothal, pushing them deep into the dense forests to fend for themselves. The invasion was ruthless, leaving scars on Rowan's soul that would never heal.

In that brutal clash, he lost nearly everything. Many of his fellow tribesmen fell to the Rivenharts' soldiers, their lives taken in an instant. Worse, many of those who survived the attack were taken as prisoners and turned into slaves, forced to toil day and night under the Rivenhart's cruel rule. Rowan's family was nearly wiped out, leaving him with few loved ones and even fewer allies. The memories haunted him, each one stinging like a fresh wound.

That day, standing among the ruins and bodies, Rowan swore revenge on the Rivenhart family and anyone who dared to ally with them. His anger burned so deeply that he even decided to learn the language of the kingdom—a language few in his tribe bothered with. "If I can't understand the words of my enemy, how will I ever defeat them?" he'd told himself. And so, he learned, silently preparing for the day he'd face the Rivenharts again.

But Rowan was no fool. He knew his own forces could never match the size and strength of the Rivenhart army. So, he came up with a plan. If he could ally himself with the Vanara tribe, they might stand a chance against the Rivenharts. The Vanara leader, Mourya, was a friend, but Mourya's son lacked his father's wisdom and strength, making the tribe vulnerable in the future. Rowan saw his opportunity. Marrying his son, Ujjain, into Mourya's family would strengthen the bond between the tribes, and one day, Rowan hoped to gain influence over the Vanaras through this connection.

Sasha, Mourya's eldest daughter, was not an option for marriage— Being The Eldest daughter she had ambitions to study at the academy and explore her own path. That left Maruti, who, although not beautiful by traditional standards, had the family name and position Rowan needed. Ujjain, loyal as always, accepted the marriage without a word of complaint, following his father's wishes completely.

Now, as Rowan hid in the shadows, listening to Maruti and Esdeath's conversation, he understood every word they spoke. They thought he was clueless, but in truth, their words were crystal clear to him. Despite his anger, he kept his face blank, pretending not to understand. He was in enemy territory, and any reckless move could cost him and his men dearly.

"All my plans to gain the Vanara tribe's support and then stab on their back… wasted." Gritting his teeth, he fought to keep his expression neutral.

"Every Rivenhart deserves to die," he swore quietly to himself, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. "And everyone tied to the Rivenharts will pay too. I will have my revenge… no matter the cost."

Turning away from the scene, he began walking back down the corridor, anger blazing in his eyes. But his mind remained sharp and calculating. "Good thing I learned the kingdom's language," he thought, almost mocking their assumption of his ignorance. "They think I'm a fool, but I'll play this game carefully. I only have my son, Ujjain, and 200 of my warriors here. The rest of my people need to know what's happening. We'll need every bit of strength we can muster."

Rowan strode through the dimly lit corridor, his mind churning with plans, when he suddenly bumped into his son, Ujjain. Standing before him with his usual calm expression, Ujjain's sharp green eyes narrowed slightly as he stopped and bowed his head in respect.

"Father, it's almost evening," Ujjain began, his tone steady but with a hint of reluctance. "According to our plan, I'll spare that girl. Killing a weak, lonely girl with no backup might hurt our reputation with other tribes."

Rowan's gaze hardened, his face a mask of cold, calculating indifference. "Kill both of them," he ordered, his voice utterly devoid of emotion.

"W-what?" Ujjain blinked, genuinely taken aback by his father's words.

Rowan's eyes darkened, and his tone grew sharper. "I said kill both of them. No matter what."

Swallowing his surprise, Ujjain bowed his head again. "As you wish, Father," he replied, his voice steady but his expression troubled as he turned and left.

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As the sun dipped lower, casting a warm orange glow across the land, evening finally arrived. It was a moment everyone in the Vanara tribe had eagerly awaited. In the heart of the tribe's village stood a grand battle arena—massive and ancient, a structure that seemed like it belonged in a myth. The arena, made entirely of sturdy stone, was circular, with seating rising around it in tiers to accommodate hundreds of spectators. Unlike the arenas in the academy, however, this one had no protective barriers. Any mistake could put the crowd in danger, but the thrill of risk only added to the excitement.

The arena was buzzing with anticipation. People filled the seats, whispers and murmurs spreading like wildfire as they waited for the battle between Ujjain and the unlikely duo of Maruti and Esdeath.

Rowan sat beside Mourya, the chief of the Vanara tribe, in the special seats reserved at the top center of the arena, giving them the perfect view. Beside Rowan lay a large briefcase, one that had not gone unnoticed by Mourya.

"What's with the large briefcase?" Mourya asked, his tone curious but guarded.

Rowan smiled, giving a small nod. "This? It's a gift for you," he answered smoothly, "but I'll give it to you later."

Mourya chuckled politely, though his mind raced with questions. He didn't want to appear suspicious in front of Rowan—any misstep could offend him and tarnish the tribe's reputation. "If I ask about "that" Directly, he'll think I don't trust him. I can't risk that," he thought, masking his concerns with a practiced smile.

Suddenly, the chatter in the arena quieted, and all eyes turned toward the center. Ujjain, a towering figure at 6 feet 7 inches, strode into the ring, his powerful build casting an imposing shadow. Despite his size, he was dwarfed by Mourya, who stood over seven feet tall,Practically no on was as tall as him, Not even Rowan. Still, Ujjain's presence was enough to make the crowd murmur with excitement.

Across the arena, Maruti and Esdeath entered together. Maruti, wearing a tracksuit with a broken zipper, looked determined but a bit flustered, her expression a mix of nervousness and resolve. Next to her, Esdeath walked with a calm confidence, her gaze steady and focused on Ujjain.

As they reached the center of the ring, Esdeath shrugged off her hoodie, revealing a simple sports bra beneath. The intense heat of the sun had already started to make her sweat, and she decided it was better to stay cool.

Esdeath's mind raced as she recalled the history between the tribes. "In original story line, Rowan's plan had actually worked." she thought with a sly smile. "He managed to join forces with the Vanara tribe to attack the Rivenhart family. But that was one and half year later, things can change."

The Rivenhart family now had powerful offspring, Sylvania Rivenhart, a student at the academy and Ethan's friend.

And At that time, Ethan's group(Harem) even included Princess Ravenna, which meant the entire kingdom was backing them, including the story's main hero. With support like that, how could the Rivenhart family ever lose?

"But none of that really matters to me," Esdeath mused, her smile widening. "If these two tribes go to war, it'll just give me the perfect chance to slip away from here."