A status panel appeared in front of me.

[Welcome to your Class Selection.]

It quickly disappeared while another popped up.

[Please select your class.]

Again the panel disappeared and another larger one appeared.

[Option 1: Mage of Flames.

Description: Become a caster of many varied and scorching spells of flame.

Option 2: Varied Caster.

Description: Cast various spells from many different schools of magic with slightly higher proficiency in all.

Option 3: Fleet-Footed Wind Mage.

Description: Utilize wind spells to increase agility to use for escape and blast enemies with gusts from afar.

Option 4: Priest of Healing.

Description: Use powerful magicks to heal team members in the midst of battle.

Option 5: Swordsman.

Description: Train your mettle in the art of the sword, although not as immediately powerful as a mage class, with enough dedication... anything is possible.]

Huh. I can probably guess why I got the first two on the list, seeing as most of the spells I casted back in the Labyrinth were of the fire school of magic, Varied Caster also makes sense seeing as I didnt exclusively use fire magic.

I'm not quite sure why the wind mage and priest classes appeared, but perhaps they were just random classes, as for the last one, I'd always wanted to be a swordsman... But lets think about this logically, one by one. First off with Mage of Flames, this class would probably give me access to a multitude of high class fire magicks that would be most effective from close range, all in all, not bad. Fits my style as well. Next up we have Varied Caster. This class would probably give me access to a wider range of spells, boasting more versatility but probably a sharp decrease in damage...

"Sounds boring" I mutter.

For Fleet-Footed Wind Mage, like the fire class it probably focuses on only wind type spells, but instead of increasing the damage output it looks like this class is focused on staying away from the enemy and firing away from a safe distance. A coward's class. I scoff, who in their right mind wouldn't want to be in the thick of the battle?

Anyways, priest of healing I'll decline as well for much the same reasons as the wind class, who would come to another world and decide to become a healer? Well I guess it is another way to help people. But I'd much rather cure the infection than treat the symptoms. What a true hero would do...

Swordsman. I don't even know why I bothered to go through the other ones, I probably wouldn't have chosen something else even if it was a god-level class. This class fits me extremely well, putting me straight in the thick of the battle where I can test my mettle and prove to everyone that I'm a hero worthy of being looked up to.

Clicking the swordsman option, I spam click past the never ending confirm prompts.

[Swordsmen may be looked dow-]

Oops. Perhaps I should be more careful in skipping system prompts in the future... Oh well, it couldn't have been anything too important.

Finally clicking the last of the confirms, the black sphere around me melts away and reveals the room I was just in. I look around and noticing everyone staring at me, guessing I was the last person out of the sphere's I let out a little shrug while looking back at them.

"Ahem" Everyone turns to the door. The king is there and frowning at us, probably for not noticing him. "Now that everyone has completed their class selection, we will ask for each of your classes in turn starting from the left." He points to the girl furthest left and gestures with his hands.

"Uhm, I chose Fleet-Footed Wind Mage" The white-cloak to the center of the room writes something on a piece of paper while the king points to the next person.

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"Mage of Aqua!" Dylan proudly proclaims.

"Varied Caster" Chris says.

"Earthen Mage" Squeaks out Sarah

To give a summary of the rest of our not too interesting class, they were all pretty much just elemental mage classes with the exception of one called 'Thrall of Shadows' which belonged to a kid I really don't remember being a part of our group.

Wondering why nobody had any physically oriented classes like my 'Swordsman' I let out a hum.

I'm the last person left and the king points to me.

"Swordsman."

The white-cloak stops writing.

The King's face turns purple.

The Guards standing around the room point their staves at me.

I stumble back in alarm while the king points at me and roars.

"A DEMON!"

"Wha-Wa" I stumble over my words.

"ARREST HIM!"

"What? What did he do?" Sarah questions the king.

Backing away from me he explains "WE" The king tries to calm himself and tries again "We are a kingdom of magic. and only magic. The last time someone with the class of 'Swordsman' appeared in this kingdom, they grew to be a demon and decimated half of our original country. Millions dead, and our empire on the verge of crumbling. You have to understand, we cannot let that happen again."

"But Sirus isn't them!" Sarah argues back.

"Still, we can't take that chance. Guards! Bring the demon to the dungeons, I will see what to do with it."

I look to the others in our group for help.

"GUYS! I'm innocent I swear! I haven't done anything!" I turn back to the king with a shattered face "Your Majesty, You must be mistaken! I only wish to help your kingdom!"

I turn back to the others for support, but everyone, including Sarah is looking down and away from my gaze.

"SILENCE DEMON, from your mouth spouts only lies!" The king responds to my earlier plight. "TAKE IT AWAY."

"NO I'M INNOCENT I SWEAR IT" I shout out in a panic.

Seeing that nobody is going to believe me, I try to run out through the door, but one of the guards takes a hold of my shoulder and bashes my skull with his iron stave, I promptly fall unconscious.

---

I awake with a throbbing head and lying on the cold stone floor. I shoot up and look around. Just like the king said he would do, I've been put into a dungeon.

One of the guards notices my sudden awakening and rushes outside of the side chamber that is in front of my cell, he walks in a few moments later with the king in tow.

"We meet again. Demon." He looks at me with contempt in his eyes. "I will give you a single chance to prove you are not the demon that I know you to be."

"This is something that the white-cloaks taught the students when they first arrived in our world. If you answer correctly I will let you go." He says smugly, as if he already knows that I am a demon and that I won't be able to answer the questions.

"What was the name of the magic theorem that dictates what happens to offshoot and ricochet spells?"

...What? I actually paid attention in the classes that the white-cloaks taught (unlike some of the other students) and I don't recall them saying anything about whatever magic theory the king just sprouted.

I look at him with obvious confusion.

"Hmph it's obvious you have no idea. Guards, throw him in the tier 9 stationary Labyrinth"

Woah woah woah. Tier 9?!?!?!? The dungeon I went to with the others was so 'easy' that it wasn't even tier 1! And the King is trying to throw me into a tier 9 dungeon!?

Suddenly the guards grab me by both of my shoulders and bind me with spells.

"NOO! YOUR MAJESTY WE DIDN- I SWEAR I DIDNT-"

"Shut it you foul beast." The King replies with vehemence "Even a demon such as yourself cannot survive a tier 9 dungeon"

I stare at him in shock and am speechless... "I just wanted to he-"

"Take him away, I need not hear his lies any longer" He cuts in.

---

The guards shove me forwards and lead me down a series of long steps downwards and through many long corridors, all the while I'm pleading to them that I haven't done any wrong and to prove their accusations. They don't reply.

Eventually we arrive at a darker than usual corridor leading to a darker than usual room. Well, you can't really describe it as a room, there is no floor, only a giant pit with seemingly no end.

The guards bring me to the brink of the hole and some scattered rocks fall off the edge. I don't hear them hit the bottom.

"Take this sword, perhaps it will help" One of the guards whispers to me with an ugly smile on his face, and hands me a sword with a black hilt and completely rusted blade with a rotten scabbard.

I wonder what I did to deserve this spite.

They push me off the edge.

I'm falling. I let out a shrill scream, but even the sounds of my own despair leave me as quick as the light above.

I start sobbing. "Why... I only wanted to help".

Tears stream down my face but the sharp winds from my fall quickly pull them off.

---

It's been so long... Dozens of minutes? Hours? Days?

I suddenly turn my wind-numbed face down, I can hear the sounds of water splashing.

"No no no no.." This undoubtedly means the bottom is not far, falling at this speed leaves no doubt in my mind that even if I do survive the fall most if not every bone in my body will be left broken, and I'll die not soon after.

But an idea quickly sparks in my mind. If I cast a fireball spell at the last moment to lessen my velocity and then use the ability from the watch I got from the Labyrinth as soon as I hit the ground, I should be able to make it through alive.

I can spot the ground quickly approaching and I prepare myself.