POV Logan
My eyes had become blind, the only distinguishable thing being that blinding white light, but I was reassured when I could still feel Maïli's hand gripping mine. At least she was with me, and that was the most important thing. Then slowly, the light began to fade as I regained consciousness. When the light had completely dissipated, I was taken by surprise because the scenery had completely changed. Now, I was in an immense and magnificent room, resplendent in beautiful white, with walls covered in black and gold tapestries. But what surprised me the most and also made me a little afraid were the people who were watching us, frozen like statues.
There were many men in black armor, all standing with weapons in hand, and closer to us, there were others in robes with staffs in their hands. But among them, there was a man with great presence who was staring at us from a throne as if we were ants. He had long hair, a mustache, and a beard, giving him great charisma, dressed in white and black clothing with gold adornments. One of his adornments formed a raven, and his golden crown also had a raven's head at its tip. If I had to compare him to someone I had seen in my life, his face would resemble that of Clovis I, King of the Franks, a French king.
Then the person to his right, a slim man dressed in black and purple robes, spoke:
"The summoning was a success, my king." he said, bowing deeply.
"Well done, Moïse." he replied with a smile.
His gaze, which had briefly turned to the man on his right, returned to us, observing us for a few brief seconds before speaking:
"Welcome, heroes from another world. I imagine you must be bewildered by the events. But we will explain. I am the King of the Kingdom of Sigma, and if you are here today, it is because we need your help."
The students began to talk among themselves, expressing different emotions:
"Is this for real? We've been summoned to another world!" exclaimed a bewildered young man.
"I want to go home." complained another.
"I'm scared. What's happening?"
The King, hearing some of them, responded in a courteous and straightforward manner:
"Unfortunately, young people, we cannot send you back home because, regrettably, it is impossible to return summoned individuals." He admitted with a sorry expression.
I let go of Maïli's hand, anger surging within me, unable to accept such a situation. This guy was telling us that he knew very well that he couldn't send us back home. Yet he chose to bring us here, knowing there was no return ticket, and thus, he played with our lives as he pleased.
"Hey, tell me, aren't you messing with us a bit?" I exclaimed, looking at him.
"How dare you speak to the King like that!" Moïse exclaimed indignantly.
The guards in the room immediately pointed their weapons at us.
"Logan, be quiet!" pleaded one of the panicked students.
But I had nothing to do with that particular student; I responded sharply, "Shut up, Shawn. This jerk dared to play with our lives."
"If you're not happy, I can still beat you up!" he retorted angrily.
"You've been tormenting me for four years, but I don't remember ever bowing my head to you, you scumbag!"
"Your slut of a sister did when she was sucking my dick."
"I'm going to kill you!" I yelled in rage, approaching him.
"Don't make me laugh, orphan," he said mockingly, ready to fight.
Suddenly, a pressure crushed us, immediately ending our conflict, causing all the students in the room to collapse or fall to the ground. Our bodies felt heavy as if we were carrying gigantic stones on our shoulders, and our breathing became difficult and suffocating.
"I kindly ask you to listen to me." the King declared firmly.
I looked that bastard in the eyes, and the pressure increased in return as the King's gaze became more severe.
"My patience has limits, young men." the King said.
My head became heavier as if it were about to explode, blood started to flow from my nose, and I had to lower my head to avoid losing consciousness.
"Are you now willing to listen?" the King asked.
Some groaned in approval, and the pressure disappeared. Some looked at me with disdain, holding me responsible for what had just happened, which also urged me not to repeat it. The King calmly continued speaking:
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"Some time ago, dungeons began to appear in our vast lands, and the appearance of these dungeons dangerously increased monster activity. We tragically lost one of our regions during a massive monster attack. Before we could react and exterminate all the monsters, we lost an astronomical number of soldiers. Many of our dear citizens, my subjects, were killed and horribly devoured. That's why we need you to clear these dungeons and eradicate the monsters because they threaten our kingdom. That is the reason for your summons here today. We need your help."
"And how are we supposed to fight these monsters?" a timid brunette named Emma asked fearfully.
"People summoned from another world are endowed with many exceptional abilities, as well as professions and titles," the King explained.
"And what are they?" Shawn asked with interest.
"First, say 'status,' and they should appear before you," the King instructed.
With such a simple explanation, everyone's voices resonated at the same time. Everyone played along except for me, and at the same time, a crystal ball was brought to us by the man named Moïse.
"I ask each of you to place your hand on it one by one so that we can also see it." Moïse said.
Shawn stepped forward with a smile on his face, strangely self-assured, and placed his hand on it. A card then appeared projected by the ball. The projected information caused a lot of excitement in the room.
Status:
Name: Shawn
Race: Human / Age: 19 years
Profession: Hero /
"Incredible, three legendary abilities! Not to mention mastery of three elements!" Moïse exclaimed joyfully.
"And all the other skills and attributes. He is truly worthy of being a hero." added the King with a big smile.
Everyone then hurried to place their hands on the ball, out of curiosity, interest, and also to receive praise.
Name: Emma
Race: Human / Age: 19 years
Profession: Saint Priestess /
"Oh my god! She's extraordinary too!" (King)
"The church will be very pleased with this news." (Moïse)
Name: Maël
Race: Human / Age: 19 years
Profession: Mage /
Name: Méverick
Race: Human / Age: 18 years
Profession: Grand Warrior /
Name: Maïli
Race: Human / Age: 19 years
Profession: Paladin /
"Wow, the Paladin has higher stats." (Emma)
"Yes, but he clearly has fewer skills, right?" (Méverick)
There were 20 of us in the class, and people continued to display their status, with a variety of professions such as Magic Knight, Lancer, Gray Mage, Magic Swordsman, Barbarian, Witch, Tracker, Blue Mage, Soldier, Archer, Grand Healer, Grand Blacksmith, Grand Alchemist.
While everyone was caught up in the general excitement, I discreetly decided to check my status.
"What? What does this mean?" I thought as I looked at my status.
As I was caught in my surprise and reflection, the king's voice rang out, and all eyes turned to me. People were curious and interested to see what my status would reveal. Most of them had received very good professions and abilities, so I reluctantly placed my hand on the ball.
Name: Logan
Race: Human / Age: 18 years
Profession: Commoner /
Laughter began to fill the room, from the king's followers and some of my classmates, while Maïli looked at me with concern.
"Ah, even here you remain a loser!" Shawn taunted.
"Leave him alone, Shawn!" Maïli defended me.
"We have to admit, it's not glorious." Méverick remarked.
Mockery abounded, and the king finally resumed speaking:
"All of you who have been summoned will be taken care of by the kingdom. You will be trained, housed, and generously paid. You will represent the new strength, the new hope of our kingdom." (King)
"Where's the exit?" (Logan)
My voice cut through, and everyone turned to look at me. The king gazed at me attentively before speaking again.
"It is true that, given your status, you will not be able to help us in any way. In other words, you are useless." (King)
He snapped his fingers, and a guard stepped forward with a pouch in hand, as if it had been prepared.
"Here is compensation for the inconvenience." (King)
A sound of a slap resonated, and the bag of coins flew into the air, releasing the coins that scattered on the floor, each coin making a sound.
"I don't want your money! Just get me back to the exit." (Logan)
"You! You still lack respect for the king!" Moïse exclaimed angrily.
"Let the guards escort him to the exit as he requests." (King)
As I was being escorted, still very angry, I spoke one last time.
"I'm going to destroy all of you one by one!" (Logan)
"I'd like to see how." (Shawn)
"You should have accepted that money." (Méverick)
"True ingrate." (Maël)
"Don't come back crying to us for help." Added a young man named Jay.
Logan was taken by the guards to the exit, while the king remained frozen for a moment.
"My king? My king?" Moïse asked perplexedly.
"Moïse, didn't that boy's eyes just turn red a moment ago?" (King)