Ten figures sat around a large table. In the center of the table rested two bodies. One was a handsome sort, about 6’ tall, with short light brown hair, well built, and in his late teens. The other was rather plain. About 5’11” with spiky blond hair, a slender build, and in his early twenties. The figures stared at the two bodies, until one of them finally spoke up. “Well, this is unexpected,” said the short, blocky man. He shook his head, letting his shoulder length black hair wave across his exceptionally pale face.

As one of the gods of this world, it was his job to make sure that things ran smoothly. When the other gods allowed a hero to be summoned to this world, he did what he could to make sure nothing went wrong. The ritual to summon a hero had been a success, but with a catch. There were two beings summoned. The handsome one was the chosen hero, so who the hell was this other one?

The god, Morelcuse, sat back in his seat. He looked through the memories of the two. They had been friends, not especially close, but on good terms. They hadn’t hung out much in recent times, so it was only luck that when the plain one came to visit, was the exact day and moment when the summoning took place.

The other gods looked at Morelcuse, waiting to hear his plan. He took a deep breath, before finally speaking. “We can’t send him back. We don’t know how, and it would be cruel to not give him something as an apology. So... why don’t we give him access to the system?”

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The other gods glared at Morelcuse. “You know we can’t have more than one hero at a time,” said the goddess of light, Aundreilya. She was beautiful, a tall hourglass figure, with waist length caramel colored hair, and piercing blue eyes. Along with her twin sister, Orelyae, goddess of order, she had created the holy church, and the majority of any hero’s power.

“I said the system, not the hero class,” said Morelcuse. “We can give him a new class, one which fits his personality. Top it off with a minor blessing that would let him fulfill his classes purpose, and we are good.” The others were quiet for a moment, before Deroval, the god of darkness spoke up. “I don’t like the idea of giving a mortal power for no reason, but, since our uninvited guest is of the intellectual variety, perhaps we can put him to use.” The others waited for him to continue. “Sigh, make him a class based around studying monsters. Once he gets over the fact that he can’t go back home, he’ll be quite happy to study them, and even we don’t know much about those things. He gets a new goal in life, and we get information we don’t have. It’s a win-win.”

The other gods started to smile.