I Will Live as an Academy Extra

When I regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was the heaviness of my body.

Filled with doubt, I opened my eyes, and an unfamiliar place, different from my last memory, greeted me.

‘Where is this…?’

I raised my head and looked around.

The first thing that caught my eye were three people sitting in the center. They were looking down at me with displeased expressions.

“It’s over.”

A voice came from the side. I turned my head and saw a man wearing glasses.

‘Huh?’

My face was reflected in his glasses. But that face was not mine; it was an unfamiliar face.

“Ah, could it be…”

In that moment, a hypothesis flashed through my mind.

A language of a completely different system, yet understandable. An architectural style with sensibilities different from modern times. And the timing of regaining consciousness in a completely different body. What this meant was one thing.

Me, it seems…

“Shit…”

I’ve possessed someone.

“I will resume the trial!”

***

My mind is blank. I can’t believe this kind of thing is happening to me.

“Ha…”

This situation is so absurd that all I can do is sigh.

Meanwhile, as the old man had shouted, the trial continued.

A student in a school uniform stood in the witness stand. And they talked about the deeds I had committed (?). Each time, the hundreds of spectators behind me exuded murderous intent.

Whenever I made eye contact with a witness, they trembled in fear. Some even cried or fainted….

‘…Shit.’

It was unfair. I had only checked their faces. But what was even more unfair was that I felt sorry because everyone had such innocent faces, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong.

Anyway, as a result, my eyes were fixed with magic, and my body was bound. Fortunately, my mouth was left open, but they were ready to shut it if I said anything nonsensical.

That’s how an hour passed. During that time, I learned one thing.

The owner of this body is a notorious son of a bitch.

First of all, all 20 people who testified were victims. And they weren’t the only victims.

Among the spectators watching the trial behind me, there seemed to be victims who had been harmed by me as well. Estimating the number roughly, it was about 200?

‘In other words, he’s a disgustingly bad bastard.’

With this much evil, he would be called a scoundrel. If I had to guess, he’s probably the son of a noble family with some power.

‘Otherwise, there’s no way he could harass this many people without getting caught.’

Of course, he was caught, so the trial was held.