Reborn As An Extra In My Own Novel-Chapter 50: Student Council [3]

In the cold light of dawn, a colossal azure tower ascended from the gate above the academy. From afar, it resembled a celestial blade driven into the sky by some ancient entity.

Claws and steel clashed relentlessly, casting streams of blood, fragments of bone, and torn flesh to the ground. Screams of terror, agony, and rage merged with the indescribable howling of the drifter horde into a deafening symphony of death.

Sian’s eyes were wide open, unable to even blink, as he watched his classmates and teachers fall one by one.

Yet there he stood, at the heart of it all, powerless to act.

At the centre of it all, lay a dark-skinned man, wearing an indifferent expression, gripping a cube that appeared to be controlling the monster.

It was meant to be a peaceful day. Yes, it had begun like any other, but what had gone wrong?

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President Sian grimaced as he looked at us, his complexion paling. "To this day, I haven’t found the man responsible for that incident." His eyes blazed with unyielding bloodlust. "But one day, I will find him—and end him."

Red mana flickered faintly in the air before he exhaled deeply. "Apologies... it’s just that..."

He attempted to hide his fear behind a hardened façade, but the mask fractured easily.

I simply stared at him as he raised a bottle of water and took a drink.

Even as the author, I had no knowledge of the incident from two years ago.

Honestly, I had written it solely to make this year’s red dungeon incident feel more tragic. An opportunity to develop characters and sprinkle in fragments of lore.

But never did I imagine it would leave such a profound impact on the characters in the story.

’If either Matt or Razor finds out I created this world and subjected them to such suffering...’ I shuddered at the thought.

It wasn’t entirely my fault. Their pain was essential to making the story compelling, and I was fairly certain that whatever god turned my transmigration into a novel wanted a spectacle too.

Reni turned to me and whispered, "What do you think we should do?"

It was clear she aspired to become council president, and I supported her ambition, but she couldn’t still decide alone.

I looked around at our small group. Each of them gave a silent nod in return.

It was in our best interest to accept President Razor’s proposal. Even if his intentions were questionable, we would unravel them in due time.

I nodded back at Reni, and she offered a faint smile. "We accept your offer, President."

The president snapped out of his trance. "Wait, don’t you need time to discuss or something?"

Reni shook her head. "We’ve already reached a consensus."

He looked at each of us as we nodded. "If you say so."

But he couldn’t help but smile, observing how we understood one another without the need for many words.

"So he’s the centerpiece," President Razor murmured, though I didn’t fully grasp his words.

I turned to the window, watching the overcast sky. ’Looks like it’s going to rain.’

The next step was to save Hari—and it would be in my best interest to act now, that was if the group was ready.

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The night passed by rather quickly—but before then.

President Razor made each one of us sign the document indicating we were part of the council and how clubs couldn’t recruit us and the rest of the irrelevant details.

Soon after we were done signing, the Special Patrol Division was established—SPD for short.

To my surprise, it was actually a project the school had been developing for quite some time, and because it was still part of the council, we, the members of the group, were required to wear a designated uniform.

Slightly different from the council, disciplinary committee, and regular students.

A black Victorian tailored suit, with a white shirt, a large black trench coat with a tassel epaulette—which replaced the standard coat—draped on our shoulder, and a pair of leather gloves—there were subtle lines of silver on the uniform that made it contrast beautifully with Noctis’ white surroundings.

It also came with a black military peaked cap.

Razor looked at us with a grin. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

Unlike the council’s black suit, which had a thicker material with a red tie and intricate embroidery, ours appeared more refined and considerably more commanding.

Anica, who was still struggling to put on her coat due to her small frame, sighed. "Why do we have to wear this thing? Won’t it just make us more of a target?"

The president smiled broadly, his eyes narrowing with it—he wasn’t even attempting to mask his intentions.

The sun shone brightly as the students, except the first years who were on holiday due to Matt and me fighting—went about their day.

The president waved his hand in the air. "With that out of the way." He pointed at the door located at the back of the council building.

If he hadn’t pointed at it, I doubted I would have noticed it.

In fact, I hadn’t even seen it until he said it, even though I was standing beside it.

It was a black door without a chamber to enter into, just standing in the middle of the road.

Matt narrowed his eyes, then nodded. "Magic is indeed fascinating."

Amy turned to him with a frown. "You sound like an old man."

I smiled slightly, then turned to the door, Reni standing at my side.

"So, what’s your plan?" she asked.

I looked at her, then back at the door. "Honestly, I don’t know."

"So we just barge in and beat whoever we see?"

"Sounds like a plan to me."

She chuckled softly. "Well, that isn’t the craziest thing I’ve heard from you, and I doubt it’ll be the last."

She stepped ahead of me, then bent slightly, her hands held together behind her back. She smiled softly. "Let’s do our best, darling."

My face flushed deep red. "Yeah."

The president appeared to be watching us, smiling widely.

The vice president whispered something in his ear, and he soon used his hand to cover his smiling lips. He cleared his throat and addressed us.

"Enough of that." He pointed at the door. "This door is something only the council has access to, and it will lead you anywhere in the academy."

His expression was neutral as he opened the black door. "I wish you all the best of luck."

We had already packed everything we needed and informed the teachers about everything—at least the teachers we trusted. Now, only saving them remained.