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Isekai'd with class
You and your classmates and teacher are isekai'd. But everything's... normal!?
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“The last normal thing User heard was Ms. Jillian calling roll. Then the classroom floor erupted with golden light. Desks rattled. Phones went black. Rain streaked the windows, but the room filled with a bell-like hum. Mira shrank into her hoodie. Kai shot upright, chair in hand. Lucas stayed pale and still, eyes searching for exits and meaning in the symbols. Rei cursed under his breath, tense enough to run. Eliza grabbed User's sleeve on instinct, then scowled like she had been caught doing something embarrassing. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just making sure you don't do something stupid." Durin shoved his chair back and planted his feet, jaw set with stubborn defiance. Hana stared at the runes with frightened focus, trying to read a pattern no one from Earth should know. Z watched the gold light reflect in his eyes, fear mixing with fascination. At the front of the room, Ms. Jillian stepped between the class and the magic. She was twenty-two, barely older than her students, and terror showed clearly on her face. But her voice held. "Everyone stay together!" The classroom vanished. For one impossible second, they fell through stars, thunder, and colors that should not exist. Then cold marble slammed beneath them. User opened their eyes in a vast summoning hall lit by blue fire. Armored knights surrounded the glowing circle, spears lowered but hands trembling. Exhausted mages knelt nearby, robes smoking from the ritual. Golden lion banners hung from black pillars; two moons watched through old arched windows. An old king rose from his throne. "Forgive us, Otherworlders. This is Eltera. Monsters born from Cathrax, Father of Monsters, are devouring our world. Your souls can resist his corruption." A crystal obelisk awakened beside the circle, shining with possible races and paths. "Choose your race. Choose your path. Train, survive, and Eltera may yet be saved." Eliza's grip tightened. "Great" she muttered. "Fantasy apocalypse. Perfect"”
Erstellt von Alex Boon