It was another boring school day

Monotonous like a cheap cheese pizza, its flavor, like its ingredients, is practically non-existent.

Listening to Mr. Harrison's monotonous and strangely somniferous voice, I was finding it hard to keep my eyelids apart.

Really, someone should call in a research institute to investigate his almost supernatural ability to make anyone fall asleep.

His interest in his own class seemed almost nil, allowing many students to sleep as long as we can keep at least half the class awake.

When we discovered this strange implicit rule, we seemed to take turns to see who sleeps and who doesn't, hehe.

In my case, I had no problem even if I was in the losing group every time, it was my choice as I have my own means to make the most of the time.

I took my pencil and started scribbling in the notebook I had next to the one I had assigned for the class.

I distracted myself by sketching my favorite manga and anime characters.

Why wasn't I paying attention?

Well, every once in a while, I'd look up, and I've been told I look really focused. So I have no problem pretending to pay attention.

It's not that I want to be disrespectful, I try to pay attention to his class so I don't have to study the notes later, like I did in other classes.

But

To put it nicely

Mr. Harrison seemed to be reading a book, his diction lacks expressiveness and although he teaches history, he hardly tells anecdotes or curious facts like you see on lik lok or viewtube.

In fact, it doesn't seem, he is directly reciting certain parts of the contents of a book, well, a series of history books.

Once I discovered the exact name of the book series, I directly shared it with my classmates and a tacit agreement was made not to reveal that we knew it.

The overall grade of our class in his subject has been good, so he doesn't seem to have any complaints.

A shadow here...... a highlight there...good.

I continued happily with my strokes, looking proudly at my masterpieces.

I was about to finish drawing my character's main weapon when my concentration was interrupted by a faint, rhythmic tapping on my back.

Hummm, wait a bit, I'm about to finish.

I intended to continue with my artwork, but when I realized that it would take longer than expected, I decided not to keep the other side waiting too long.

 I rotated my body perpendicular to my seat. Something easy to do since my seat was one against the wall.

"Mikie!"

Aich, don't call me that, my name is Mikael, damn it.

....At least call me Kael like most people.

I wanted to say that, but I didn't have the courage to.

I dared not be disrespectful to the person I was addressing.

A slender figure with noticeable vestiges of development, smooth cinnamon skin, large and expressive eyes, and a melodious voice.

She is pretty, but I dared not get my hopes up, especially because although she is kind, her kindness often seems forced.

Her voice, though somewhat melodious, she still adds a touch of childishness to her speech, to anyone. Which makes me a little uneasy.

If I had to say what makes me not want to get too close, it's the group of friends she has.

I guess birds of a feather flock together.

Which is not a negative criticism of her, because when I talk about birds of a feather, the feather I'm referring to is popularity.

Good looking boys, good looking girls, sportsmen, tall people etc.

Some of them being bullies.

I'm a bit observant so I notice a lot of things that go on in class, it's kind of entertaining in a way.

I haven't been bullied, I guess because of my height for my age, which in my country is quite tall, in other countries it's probably average.

What I mean is, I've been relaxed so far and I don't want to get into stupid trouble.

It's not only that I can't refuse, but also that, if I get too close, I might generate the jealousy of some undesirable people.

I've already studied the first few weeks of school what's coming up this term, so I'm the highest grader in history class.

Nicolle seems to want to improve her grades lately, maybe she made a deal with her parents or something like that.

It's normal for everyone to start studying only when we're close to midterm or final exam season.

So lately he's been coming up to me a lot to ask me questions.

He seems to have a question about the relationship of a certain event to another event we've already seen.

Well, it would only take me a few minutes to explain....

Personally, maybe it's because I see her studying diligently lately, she seems like a nice person, just a bit energetic and... insistent.

As I was explaining, I blushed a little at being face to face for so long.

I'm a bit of a loser with little female contact so it was bound to happen.

"How do you know so much? In class all I see you do is draw"

she sits behind me so it's probably normal that she noticed, hehe.

"ah don't you know about the book the teacher bases his class on?"

"Yes, but it's still hard to connect all the dots. I'm sorry .... I need .... a little extra help."

"I see, well...it helps to imagine the events as if they were stories, in fact, you could search the topic on viewtube and you will almost certainly find videos of the specific events you see."

She's not asking me to do a written summary or anything like that, is she?

"Ah, yes. you're right......yey...."

It's a good alternative, she should consider it. It's more didactic.

"By the way, what do you usually draw?" asked Nicole.

"uh..ah...well, I usually draw characters of my own or from manga or anime that I like..."

"You draw very well."

Ah! Critic Atack

My heart started to beat a little fast

Is this girl trying to rizz me?

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That's what I'd think if I were more naive, but no. This girl has a natural ability to rizz me.

This girl has a natural ability to rizz people.

No wonder she's so popular.

She's terrifying.

"Tha...thank...you."

Hell, even though I knew that, I couldn't help but babble a little out of nervousness.

"do you think ...."

"Hey! What do you guys think you're doing chatting in class and ignoring the teacher?"

Fortunately, our interaction was interrupted by Camille, the class president.

Phew!

Thanks, president, you're the best.

I would have been so embarrassed if I had continued with that talk.

I was finally able to get back to my drawing.

.........

Agh, I've lost inspiration, I'll continue it later.

Uhm, there's nothing else interesting to do.

Everything else is silent.

It seems contradictory, but I don't particularly like silence.

I'm used to how noisy my classmates usually are. A bit weird, but I've always had noisy classmates, hehe.

Man, I wish something really interesting would happen.

It was just an unimportant fleeting thought that crossed my mind.

However, it seemed as if the world had heard me.

Suddenly, I felt the ground beneath my feet rumble.

A movement so big that it caused everyone to panic, waking up even the sleeping students.

I barely tried to get up from my seat.

I was dazzled by a rapidly intensifying white light coming from the windows, and .... I was sent flying.

It wasn't an overemphasis or an exaggeration, I literally flew out.

Everything was confusing as I felt myself being sent to fly erratically, curiously without feeling any impact from the desks, the walls or the ceiling.

I could only perceive for a few seconds the desperate screams of my classmates as I was drifting, as my audition was quickly invaded by an incessant beeping that dazed my mind and made me scream.

I tried to cover my ears but it made absolutely no difference.

I have no idea how long it went on like this but eventually I stopped feeling my arms, my legs and the rest of my body.

My consciousness faded in the process.

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Hum?

What the hell?

I was... I was flying. .....

And suddenly I find myself in a completely white space.

Not blinded by a white light, but literally in a white space.

Both the ground I'm sitting on and the "sky" above my head are exactly the same.

About any border or boundary that delimits this space, there is none in sight, or at least, there is none that can be perceived.

The only difference or noticeable element that can be found in this space?

Is the large number of people that are spread out on it.

All in the same posture ....

I tried to get up, only to find that I could not move my legs or torso.

I tried to speak but no sound came out of my vocal cords.

What a surreal scenario....

I watched as the eyes of many were tinged with confusion and despair.

I would not say I am calm, but I am not particularly desperate either, as this seems like a situation beyond what a human or mortal could influence.

Have we been in some kind of simulation?

Will some god come along and offer to reincarnate us as heroes?

Is this a kind of limbo where all the dead people go?

Is this heaven? hell? purgatory? a place where non-believing souls go?

Innumerable possibilities were on my mind.

Although I could not influence this whole situation in any way, my human mind was still searching for an explanation.

Or who knows - .... I'm also a pretty curious person.

Man, it would suck to be in limbo or hell...purgatory doesn't sound so bad.

If I accept God into my heart, could I be saved?

Oh Buddha, Javeh, Alah, Osiris, Zeus, Odin, Shiva, Pachamama, Amaterasu, Quetzalcoatl

I accept faith in the deep of my heart.

Hehe

This place doesn't look like hell, and I don't think we've experienced the biblical apocalypse either, well, not quite.

To tell the truth, after thinking about it for a while, I don't think this is the afterlife.

Or at least, not the conventional afterlife.                                                           

The circumstances in which I was transported or in which I "died" were very absurd, I don't think they were one hundred percent natural.

Both myself and everyone around me appeared to be in casual clothing and we seemed to have come from quite different places.

While at close proximity I was able to witness some of my companions, they were quite mixed with other people.

In this space I see people ranging from Caucasian, Afro-American, Asian, and mixed race as there are mostly in my country.

I see from people around my age to young adults, older adults, and even some elderly.

"Greetings, humans."

Well, whatever this space is, it seems that now, less than a minute after being transported here, our doubts would finally be resolved.

Whoops, maybe I shouldn't have joked before on the subject of gods....

That was my thought as I witnessed the being above us.

A proportionate body covered in light armor.

A long golden hair resplendent.

An enigmatic white mask which covered almost all of his face except for his lips.

And above all, most notably, a pair of whitish wings that seem to exude a moderate light.

The best way to describe the being above us, would be .....

An angel!

Sorry for doubting you, almighty God.

I'm just a silly little 14 year old boy whose mind was too confused by this totally uncharted situation for him and took some refuge in humor.

I have always admired the value system of you, almighty.

While I was not a faithful believer in life, I believe I have lived by the dogmas you preach. If you give me a chance...                                                                                       

"My name is Arfia, an angel belonging to the goddess Relia."

Wait, Relia?

That's not the name of any god or goddess I know.

Anyway, I surrender to your feet almighty Relia, forgive me for my offense and...

"Some of you will have perished from natural causes, but some others will have perished because the destabilization of the world to which I belong unexpectedly began to affect the surrounding worlds in a sudden way. Generating space-time phenomena that brought your souls into the channel of our world, of which fortunately we were able to identify you easily in time, because it had already happened recently in other places."

Hou, so we really died, huh.

That was shocking news

"We could have left it at that, but there were negotiations and agreement updates between our world and yours, out of concern for this unpredictable change. Your world lacks magic, but, whether it is the energy radiating from other planes, souls from otherworldly reincarnation cycles entering your world's reincarnation cycle or the progressive accumulation of concepts coupled with the collective influence of your world's human belief over countless generations, maybe all of the above reasons together or something else. Some humans of your world, including you, have a decent potential to develop in our world."

A transmigration event?!

Piuuuf

And Waos

A recurring fictional scenario , every eighth grade syndrome student's dream.

I'd be lying if I said there wasn't some excitement and anticipation building inside me, but also...there was a bit of fear.

Things must be bad in their world..... I don't know what our exact role would be and how dangerous a place they want to send us.

Luckily, the masked angel gave us a little more context.

Apparently they don't expect us to defeat a particular great evil, but that we can settle in their world and help fight those related to "chaos", or at least that's how he mentioned it in the beginning.

In the world of Ausperia, there are 2 marked factions, if we except neutrality as one.

The faction of order, and the faction of chaos.

Which are not factions created by mortals, but are the inherent form by which the divinities of Ausperia are set.

The angel named Arfia may not mention it directly, but it seems that the gods of her world are more like those of Greek mythology, and also not all of them are equally powerful.

I wouldn't say I explain too much, but bottom line....

The summoned ones right here are just one group of many others out there, either summoned by the goddess herself or by some other divinity, and not only summoned ones from our world.....

I wonder if Arfia didn't want us to become too selfish, although her tone seemed somewhat robotic, I think her words had a certain intention.

It's kind of scary, mostly because her words seem to resonate within our minds, not in a physical medium.

We can discern neither her appearance or any emotion from her.

I wonder if we are even facing the real "her". Since there can be no feedback because we are silenced and they are apparently having problems in their world, having an angel come to greet us personally may be too much.

"You should be able to function well in Ausperia considering that your growth will be faster compared to most individuals in our world. Besides, everyone here is already endowed with particular and varied inactive gifts due to the almost mana-less nature of your original world. Let's fix that," Arfia explained before raising her hand and snapping her fingers.

"Once linked to Ausperia's system, you should have the ability to see your status windows."

Status Windows?

Status Windows!