I Reincarnated as an Extra in a Reverse Harem World

The next morning arrived with chilling silence.

The skies above the ruined Core Forest of the Verdant Veil hung overcast, their gray expanse mirroring the land's barren breathlessness. Veldroth, slumbered to the east—still intact, still unaware.

But here, on the shattered outskirts, the forest no longer bore its name. It had been stripped of its mysticism, reduced to splinters, mountains torn asunder, the earth gutted and blackened from the battle of yesterday.

The girls stood at the edge of that devastation—shoulders stiff, expressions unreadable, minds bracing for another day of what Alaric had affectionately dubbed Hellish Training.

They had come prepared. Pain was a given. Exhaustion, expected. None of them spoke. Even Virellen, ever the silver-tongued spark of mischief, kept her lips sealed.

But the blow never came.

Instead, Alaric turned toward them with his usual unshakable calm and said:

"We're not training today."

The words hit harder than any of his spells.

Eyes blinked. Hearts skipped. Even the wind held its breath.

Then came his explanation—blunt, matter-of-fact.