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

The academy was slowly waking up to a new day, but the atmosphere was heavy. While some students tried to move past the events of the previous night, others were consumed by grief. Families mourned for their lost children, and friends grappled with the empty spaces left behind. 

At the academy's graveyard, where students and soldiers who had passed were laid to rest, the fresh graves stood as a solemn reminder of the tragedy. The academy buried them here to honor their sacrifice, to show that their deaths were not in vain. 

Ethan stood before one of the graves, his face grim, his shoulders heavy with guilt. The headstone read: Emma Atherton. He stared at it in silence, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. 

As the wind rustled the trees, a gentle hand rested on his shoulder. 

"Don't blame yourself too much," Violet said softly, her voice carrying both sadness and determination. "It wasn't your fault that Emma died. Life can be cruel, Ethan. The dead don't come back, no matter how much we want them to. All we can do is keep moving forward." 

Ethan's jaw tightened, his teeth grinding in frustration. His mind raced with bitter thoughts. 

"What's the point of my rebirth if I couldn't even save one person who was actually my friend?" he thought, anger burning in his chest. "In my previous life, Emma survived. But here, after my second chance, instead of saving more lives, I let someone who should've lived die. All because of my recklessness."  he thought in his mind.

The weight of his failure threatened to crush him, but then, like a ray of light cutting through the darkness, a spark ignited in his mind. 

He looked up at the clear sky, his eyes narrowing with resolve. 

"No," he said firmly, his voice low but growing stronger. "This can't stop me. I lost one person because of my mistakes, but I'll atone for it. I'll save thousands of others. I can't give up—not without trying." 

Violet stepped closer, her gaze softening as she heard his words. "That's more like it," she said, a small, encouraging smile forming on her lips. "Emma may be gone, but we'll always remember her. She'll live on in our hearts." 

As Ethan absorbed Violet's words, another voice joined them. 

"Well said," Sylvania added, her tone filled with quiet strength as she placed a comforting hand on Ethan's other shoulder. "Honoring her memory doesn't mean stopping. It means pushing forward, doing better, and making sure her loss wasn't meaningless." 

Ethan nodded, a flicker of determination lighting his eyes. He turned to the two girls, his closest allies, and felt a renewed sense of purpose. 

"I'll keep moving forward," he promised. "For Emma. For everyone. I won't let her sacrifice go to waste,Let's go back to the academy." 

Sylvania and violent looked at each other and nodded.

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The sun was high in the sky, marking the time at 11 a.m., but there were still a couple of hours before the afternoon classes began. However, none of that mattered at the moment. A large crowd had gathered near the academy's main gate, buzzing with curiosity and excitement. 

Among the crowd stood students and teachers, and even notable figures like Lilith and Lortell were present. Everyone seemed to be waiting for someone important. 

Suddenly, a strange, sleek, pitch-black contraption rolled into view. It had four small wheels and moved without any visible horse or earth wyvern pulling it. The sight left the crowd astonished.