“Oh Legendary Heroes blessed by the Gods above, we’ve summoned as humanity’s last hope. We kindly beseech you to lend us your aid to save us from the wrath of the Demon King.”

A deep, charismatic voice came from a proud man who sat atop a throne. Without a doubt, he was the king of the castle.

Standing on the magic circle laced with mystical runes that glowed with a soft hue, Futsuno Ryotaro inspected his surroundings and grimaced. He definitely wasn’t in his classroom anymore, and everything that had happened thus far was real. After all, his classmates were summoned here too.

He was now in ‘another world’. How had this happened?

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Ryotaro’s morning was completely normal. He got out of bed, washed up and prepared to go to school.

“I’m going off!”

His voice resounded in the empty house, he was an orphan who lived by himself after all. His parents had long passed away in an accident, leaving him with a decent inheritance to live on his own.

In school, Ryotaro’s grades were at the top of the cohort. With a lot of spare time with himself every day, Ryotaro spent most of his time studying.

Though he wasn’t athletic, Ryotaro could be considered to be fit. With a height of 1.86m, and blessed with relatively attractive genes from his parents, Ryotaro was popular among the girls in school and occasionally went to the school’s rooftop to reject them. Despite the constant rejection, girls in the school, regardless if they were seniors or juniors, continued set their sights on Ryotaro.

“Good morning Makkun!”

In his seat, Ryotaro greeted a bespectacled large-bodied male student who had just entered the classroom considerably late. This student was Makoto Reishi was the polar-opposite of Ryotaro. Failing grades and in terms of appearances… it hurt to even compare.

Despite that, Ryotaro considered Makoto to be one of his closest friends and spent most of their time together. As he enjoyed listening to Makoto go on and on about his favourite ‘waifus’. The passion behind Makoto’s eyes and the way they lit up when discussing his hobby, Ryotaro often found himself wondering if he would ever find something similar to that.

While deep in thought, everyone in the classroom suddenly felt the sensation of being pulled away from reality and into a vacuum. Then, they simply vanished into thin air.

The homeroom teacher who arrived saw that there was no one present in class and couldn't help but think to himself.

“Hmm? Was it a holiday today?”

~

Lead by hooded priests in white robes, the class was ushered into a hall with an altar at its centre.

The altar surrounded by elegantly carved statues had a chalice studded with dazzling priceless gems atop it that were filled with a transparent liquid.

Beside the altar, was an elderly man whose hairs had all turned white patiently waiting for the group to arrive. He was the Bishop of the temple.

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The soft light rays which shone through the stained glass all reflected off the chalice. Granting the chalice the aura of a divine item, bestowed from the Gods.

“Place a drop of your blood into the chalice, and it shall reveal the divine font which God has granted you their blessing through a Divine Font!”

Drawing a meticulously carved ceremonial dagger from his robes, the bishop presented it to the whole class. His eyes silently asking them to step forward for the ceremony.

Under the pressure of the expectant king and bishop, the students glanced at each other out of uncertainty. None of them had come to terms with their current situation.

Humanity’s last hope? Killing a Demon King? All of this was too surreal.

Only a single female student bravely stepped forward to receive the blade. She was Hayami Watanabe, an attractive goddess among the girls in the class. Cherry red lips, almond-shaped eyes, skin as smooth as jade and silky-smooth jet black hair which reached her hips. A rare authentic beauty.

From Ryotaro’s perspective, she treated everyone fairly and would usually offer to give some of her side dishes to him during lunch. Easygoing and gentle, that was his opinion.

Everybody watched as Hayami pressed a finger against the blade and let a droplet of blood drip into the chalice. Astoundingly, instead of contaminating the liquid in the chalice, it was almost as if her blood had dissolved instead. The liquid remained crystal clear.

At this moment, one of the statues lit up with a dazzling font overhead.

“Ah! The Font of Astreia! One of the Greater Blessings! The power of Stars and Divination!”

The King and Bishop looked at Hayami with a light in his eyes. If this was the first hero, who knew what other blessings the remaining heroes had?

But as the class took turns going forward, most of them did not have blessings greater to or equivalent to Hayami. Regardless, the king remained calm with unwavering conviction. Even Middle and Minor blessings held the ability to fend off the demonic invaders that threatened his kingdom. He looked at the group of heroes with a glint in his eyes.

It was now down to the last two people in the class to step forward. Makoto and Ryotaro.

“Ryotaro, what if my Blessing isn’t as good as the others? Or what if I don’t have a blessing at all?” Makoto didn’t consider himself to be blessed by God. He despised his own looks and could only helplessly watch as Ryotaro often met with good fortune in school.

“I’m sure everything will be fine.”

Seeing the panic behind Makoto’s eyes, Ryotaro put his hand on Makoto’s shoulder and gave a light smile to relieve Makoto’s fears.

With heavy steps, Makoto made his way towards the altar and placed a drop of blood into the chalice.

What happened next, however, was completely beyond anyone’s expectations.

Above a statue, a font shone with a blazing intensity that blinded one’s eyes.

“L-L-Legend… A Legendary Blessing!” The Bishop couldn’t help but stutter in disbelief. The fat chubby and ugliest person in the group of summoned heroes was actually the strongest of the group. Moreover, it was from a Great God, Perses. The God of Destruction.

The King rose from his seat in palpable excitement and felt his body trembling. It was as if a sack of gold had fallen right into his lap.

Makoto gleefully stepped away from the altar, shuddering with joy. A Legendary Blessing, enough to stun royalty and important personnel such as the Bishop. It was clearly a good thing.

Finally, it was Ryotaro’s turn. With Makoto’s Legendary Blessing preceding him and being the last, everyone couldn’t help but watch with great expectations in their eyes.

Ryotaro stood in front of the altar and made a small cut on his finger. A droplet of blood soon made its way into the chalice.

Everybody’s head turned from the left to the right, in a frenzied search for which God would bless the individual before them. But there wasn’t a single font appearing above any of the statues.

The Bishop sucked in a deep breath and looked at the summoned ‘hero’ who stood in front of the altar. He then announced in cold raspy voice.

“You aren’t blessed by any of the Gods. You're powerless.”

Ryotaro stood in front of the altar, frozen in shock.