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

Two Hundred Years Ago!...

"Sob... sob... My son, it's all my fault... I should never have pushed you... I'm responsible for your death!" A woman cried endlessly, her body shaking as she clutched the cold tombstone. Beside her, her husband knelt, tears streaming down his face, his hands trembling as he held onto the grave marker.  

They were in the academy’s graveyard, mourning the loss of their son. But they were not the only ones. Dozens of parents stood among the rows of graves, their cries filling the air. Fathers, who once held their children with pride, now stood broken, their shoulders hunched in sorrow. Mothers, who once dreamed of their child's bright future, now collapsed in despair, wailing over the lifeless names carved into stone.  

A terrible tragedy had occurred. A mission gone wrong. An unexpected disaster. And many young academy students had lost their lives.  

But to the Awakened Academy, this was nothing unusual.  

From the very first semester, students were sent on missions—exploring ancient ruins, clearing dungeons, facing dangers far beyond their years. By the second year, the missions became even harder. The risks grew deadlier.  

It was a well-known fact: each year, nearly a thousand students joined the academy, yet only a few hundred made it to the second year. Many perished. Some, fearing death, chose to leave. Others simply could not keep up.  

By the third year, only a handful remained.  

Why? Because the missions given to third-year students were nothing short of brutal. Monster hordes. Warfront assignments. Life-or-death situations where the odds of survival were painfully slim.  

Yet, those who conquered these trials became legends, stepping into a future filled with glory.  

But what of those who fell?  

The students buried here were among them—young souls who fought, struggled, and died before they could reach their dreams.  

Their parents wept, drowning in regret. They had once been proud, watching their sons and daughters enter the prestigious academy, believing it was the path to greatness. But now, standing before their children's graves, all they felt was unbearable grief.  

A short distance away, Principal Elara stood, watching the grieving families with a cold expression.  

His face was unreadable, but inside, he was puzzled.  

Twenty years... It’s been twenty years since he became the principal, yet he still didn’t understand.