It was the late afternoon sun bled through the windows of Classroom 3-B, casting long, orange shadows across the desks. It was that sluggish hour of the day where the hum of the air conditioner was the only thing keeping the students awake.
At the front of the room, Aiko-sensei, a young woman with tired eyes and a kind smile, was scribbling historical dates on the chalkboard.
The class representative Suzuki Minato, also know as golden boy admired by everyone was sitting confidently focused on lecture . Beside him were sitting his friends Tanaka Isahi and Ito Yuito.
The class beautities Hashimoto Sakura and Inoue Aoi were also focused on lecture.
The gyarus group Mori Mei, Yamada Akari and Yoshida Nanami were talking to each other's passing comments giggling.
The class delinquents Oyadama Shogou, Yamamoto Nagi and Kobayashi Sora and Along with other group were chatting, dishealved appearance
The class introverts Amari Yuuki, Kageyama Haruto, Inugami Akira , Hoshino Rin,Kurogane Tetsuya and Shiranui Kazui were busy in their own world.
Amari Yuuki sat by the window, his chin resting on his hand. His gaze wasn't on the chalkboard, but on the reflection in the glass, tracking the movement of every person in the room.
To his right, Kageyama Haruto was slumped over, his arms crossed. To anyone else, he looked like he was daydreaming, but his fingers were twitching in a rhythmic pattern—practicing the muscle memory of a fast-draw.
Inugami Akira was leaned back in his chair, balancing on two legs, staring at the back of Haruto's head with a look of pure irritation. He looked like he was seconds away from starting a fight just to break the boredom.
Rin Hoshino was the only one appearing to "study," but her notebook wasn't filled with history notes. She was sketching a structural map of the school's security cameras.
In the corner, Tetsuya Kurogane sat like a statue. He was currently staring at a loose screw on his desk with a cold, analytical intensity, as if he were mentally calculating how to reforging the metal into something lethal.
And then there was Kazuki Shiranui. He was the only one actually asleep—or so it seemed. His head was down on his desk, a small puddle of drool forming, but his ears twitched at every footstep in the hallway.
"Hey, Haruto," Akira whispered, his voice a sharp blade in the quiet room. "You're breathing too loud. It's annoying."
Haruto didn't even open his eyes. "And your face exists. That's annoying. Shut up before I bury you in the gym storage."
"Try it, you lazy—"
Yuuki sigh
"Calm down you two."
Aiko sene who was teaching speaks up
"Attention everyone! No talking during lecture" Aiko sensei said
Suddenly the orange glow of the sunset was suddenly devoured by a violent, neon-blue light erupting from beneath the floorboards.
"What the—?!" Suzuki Minato jumped back, the light was humming, a low-frequency vibration that made everyone's teeth ache.
The gyaru group—Mori, Yamada, and Yoshida—screamed in unison, clutching each other as their desks began to rattle. The delinquents, Oyadama and his crew, kicked their chairs over in a blind panic, swearing and scrambling toward the locked classroom door.
"Everyone, stay calm! Get to the corners of the room!" Aiko-sensei shouted, her voice trembling.
But in the back row, the silence was absolute.
Amari Yuuki stood up slowly, his eyes cold and clinical as he scanned the glowing runes. He didn't look afraid; he looked like he was memorizing a map. " Strange" he muttered.
Kageyama Haruto and Inugami Akira shared a single, sharp look—their petty rivalry vanishing in an instant. Their bodies shifted into a low, predatory stance, hands instinctively reaching for hidden holsters that weren't there in this civilian life.
Hoshino Rin was looking down at shining flour with curiosity, "I think we are in a novel that I read yesterday" he muttered.
Kurogane Tetsuya was silent observing what's happening before his eyes
Beside him, Shiranui Kazuki had finally stopped looking sleepy. He was balanced on the balls of his feet
The smell of chalk and floor wax was replaced instantly by the scent of heavy incense, damp stone, and cold iron. The blinding blue light faded, replaced by the flickering orange of a thousand wall-mounted torches.
The students collapsed. Suzuki Minato fell to his knees, gasping for air. The gyarus were sobbing, and the delinquents were vomiting from the sudden motion sickness of interdimensional travel.
"O Heroes from another world!" a booming, ancient voice echoed through the hall.
The students looked up. They were no longer in a school. They were in a gargantuan cathedral-like hall made of obsidian stone. Lining the walls were hundreds of knights in gleaming silver plate armor, their spears leveled at the confused teenagers. At the far end of the hall, sitting on a throne of carved dragon bone, was a man with a crown of jagged gold and eyes that held no warmth.
"I am Empero Edwardo Emeres, ruler of this empire . We have summoned you all here to help us and save humanity from the dekns and the demon lord's " Edwardo the emperor declared standing up.
The class representative Suzuki Minato was surprised
"Emperor, save humanity, demons..." He muttered
Aiko Sensei was also surprised and was lost for words.
The class beautities and yarus were terrified unable to speak.
The delinquents were looking around in jaws opened widely.
Meanwhile, the class introverts
"Humanity... Demons..." Yuuki muttered, his voice a low vibration. He ignored the King's grand proclamations entirely. "Hey. Any of you got a read on where we are?"
Haruto and Akira were already coiled like springs. Haruto's hand was resting on his hip, concealing a short sword.
"No idea. Feels like a museum for old-age furniture," Haruto grunted, his eyes darting from the marble pillars to the balcony. "The guards in the front are decorative—heavy armor, slow reflexes. But the ones behind the throne... those guys have seen blood. They aren't blinking."
"What's the order, Boss?" Akira asked, his joints popping as he stretched his arms over his head. A wild, dangerous glint was in his eyes. "Do we take the King now, or do we wait for him to finish his bedtime story?"
"Patience, Akira," Yuuki said, not moving a muscle. "Rin, Tetsuya. Analyse." Yuuki said.
Tetsuya Kurogane didn't shift his stance. His eyes fixed on the spears of the knights. "The steel is low-grade," he said, his voice deep and raspy. "Still escaping is not that difficult "
He smiled then—a cold, terrifying expression that suggested he was already mentally causing at the palace.
Rin, meanwhile, was staring at the air in front of the "Golden Boy" Suzuki. "I read a novel last night with a setup exactly like this," she whispered, her eyes glowing faintly. "Hero summoning, Demon Kings, adventurers... it's a classic Isekai trope. If the logic holds, we're about to be 'Appraised.' They're going to look at our souls and give us Jobs."
"Jobs?" Haruto snorted. "I already have a job. It involves cleaning up Akira's messes."
"Shut it, Night-Owl," Akira snapped. "You're just mad because my kill count was higher last month."
"In your dreams, Dog-breath. You count 'accidental' falls. I count clean strikes."
"Both of you, shut up," Yuuki commanded. The two rivals instantly froze, though they continued to glare at each other. Yuuki turned his head slightly. "Kazuki. Report."
There was a moment of silence. Then, from the very back of the group, a muffled yawn echoed. Kazuki Shiranui was leaning against a cold obsidian pillar, his eyes half-closed. He looked like he was about to fall back asleep.
"Exits are trapped with don't know,magic or something " Kazuki mumbled, his voice thick with fake drowsiness. " Many archers, actually—with enchanted tips. The shadow under the throne is deep enough to hide a small squad. If we run, we go left. The ventilation system is large enough for us, but too small for those tin-can knights."
The "Golden Boy" Suzuki Minato finally noticed them whispering. He turned around, his face pale but determined. "Amari-kun! What are you doing? We have to listen to the King! He says we're the only hope for this world!"
Yuuki didn't even look at Suzuki. He looked past him, straight at the King's Royal Mage, who was approaching with a glowing crystal orb.
The Royal Mage, a hooded figure with eyes like cold embers, steps forward with a floating crystal orb that pulses with a rhythmic, golden light.
"One by one, step forward and place your hand upon the Soul Stone," the Royal Mage commanded. "Your true nature shall be revealed, and the Heavens will grant you the power to save us."
Suzuki Minato stepped forward first, his chest out. As his palm touched the glass, the room exploded in a blinding, golden radiance.
"Magnificent!" the King roared, standing from his throne.
Name: Suzuki Minato
Job: [Holy Hero]
Rank: S
His friends followed. Tanaka Isahi and Ito Yuito touched the stone, and silver light filled the hall.
Name: Tanaka Isahi / Ito Yuito
Job: [Heavenly Knight / Grand Paladin]
Rank: A
Aiko-sensei approached, her hands trembling. When she touched the stone, a soft, ethereal white light washed over the students, making them feel an instant sense of calm. The King gasped, bowing his head slightly.
Name: Sato Aiko
Job: [Divine Apostle]
Rank: S
"An Apostle!" the Mage whispered. "A direct bridge to the Goddess herself!"
The Beauties & The Gyarus
The "Class Beauties," Hashimoto Sakura and Inoue Aoi, stepped up next. The stone glowed with a soft pink and blue hue.
Jobs: [sword saintess] and [Archmage]
The Gyaru group—Mori, Yamada, and Yoshida—giggled nervously as they touched the stone, which flickered with vibrant, elemental colors.
Jobs: [Lancer], [Thief], and [Healer]
The Delinquents
Oyadama Shogou and his crew stepped up, expecting to be kings. The stone glowed a dull, heavy bronze.
Jobs: [Berserker], [Iron Vanguard], and [Heavy Gladiator]
"Muscle-heads," Haruto muttered from the back.
Finally, the Mage turned his gaze toward the back row.
The atmosphere in the room shifted. As Yuuki led his team forward, the Golden Light of the hall seemed to dim, as if the shadows were clinging to their heels.
Rin Hoshino touched the stone first. The golden light didn't just glow; it turned a deep, midnight violet.
Job: [ Mage]
Tetsuya Kurogane placed his heavy hand on the orb. The stone groaned under the pressure, turning a dull, matte black like cold steel.
Job: [ Blacksmith]
"I don't make toys," Tetsuya rumbled,
Akira Inugami and Haruto Kageyama touched the stone at the same time, causing a spark of friction.
Akira's Job: [ Martialist]
Haruto's Job: [ Dual-Swordsmam]
The two looked at each other and scoffed. "Martialist.More like a mangy dog," Haruto whispered.
"Shut up, besides you don't have swords or something so a sword ma without a sword is called nothing but a worthless wimp "Akira snapped back.
Haruto became mad
"Why you__
"Calm down you two. "Tetsuya said
Kazuki Shiranui barely touched the stone with a single finger, yawning. The light didn't even have time to settle before it vanished.
Job: [Assassin]
Finally, Yuuki Amari stepped forward. The room went dead silent. As his fingers brushed the surface, the golden light of the Soul Stone died instantly. A crack appeared on the surface of the crystal, and a notification appeared in the air that was visible only to him and the King.
Name: Yuuki Amari
Job: [Strategist]
Yuuki withdrew his hand, his expression as cold as a frozen lake. He looked at the "Hero" Suzuki, then at the King, and finally at his team.