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

Another announcement echoed through the battlefield. 

"All students, form groups and fight together! This will increase your chances of survival. And make sure to have a healer with you!" Lilith’s voice rang out, firm and commanding. 

Of course, many students had already teamed up even before Lilith made the announcement. It was common sense—fighting alone in a large-scale battle was too risky. 

Among the many groups, a handsome blonde-haired boy stood confidently, dressed in shining armor. He smirked as he addressed the four girls standing behind him. 

"Don’t worry, ladies! I’ll show these low-rank goblins their place!" he boasted, puffing out his chest. 

The girls giggled and cheered for him as he unsheathed his sword with a dramatic flourish. 

They were positioned a little behind the academy, where tall trees and patches of grass covered the area. Many students had chosen to fight outside rather than hiding within the academy walls. 

The blonde boy's confidence soared. After all, goblins were weak and cowardly creatures. What was there to fear? 

"Come at me, you punks!" he taunted, waving his sword. 

But what he failed to realize was that goblins were not just weak—they were also cunning and filthy. 

Instead of charging straight at him, the goblins changed their strategy. 

From the trees, small, clawed hands began throwing rocks, hurling them toward the four girls behind him. At the same time, dozens of goblins rushed toward him from the front. 

"Ahh!" one of the girls screamed as a rock hit her shoulder. 

"An ambush!" another cried out in panic. 

The blonde boy turned back in alarm, just as another group of goblins emerged from the bushes and attacked the girls from behind. 

"Damn it!" he growled, about to step in— 

But in that moment, a goblin threw a handful of dirt straight into his eyes. 

His vision blurred. Pain and irritation burned through his eyes as he stumbled backward. 

"You filthy creatures!" he roared. "Do you have no honor? No pride?" 

Honor? 

Pride? 

Such things didn’t exist for monsters. 

The only thing that mattered to them was survival and victory. 

Blindly, he swung his sword in all directions, but the goblins were faster. They swarmed him like a pack of starving wolves, their sharp claws grabbing at his armor. 

"Get off me!" he screamed, trying to shake them off. 

But there were too many. 

With a sickening rip, they tore through the straps of his armor, exposing his flesh. 

He fell to the ground. 

And the moment his back hit the dirt— 

It was over. 

"AARRRGHHHHH!" 

His screams filled the air as the goblins clawed at his body. One of them bit into his neck, tearing through his flesh. Another stabbed its dagger into his stomach, twisting it cruelly. His intestines spilled out as warm blood soaked the ground beneath him.