The classroom buzzed with the usual morning chatter, sunlight streaming in through the windows of Class 2-C. Students were laughing, joking, and preparing for what seemed like a normal school day. But for one boy seated in the farthest corner, this was just another day to be ignored.
Kuro Hayashi sat silently by the window, his eyes lost in the scenery outside. His black hair fell messily over his eyes, obscuring the dull indifference in his expression. He had long gotten used to the whispers, the stares, and the subtle distance everyone kept from him.
"Hey, did you hear? They say he's cursed."
"Seriously? He just gives off that creepy loner vibe."
"Don't go near him. He'll bring your grades down with his aura or something."
Kuro heard it all. Every day, the same nonsense. Ever since middle school, rumors about him being cursed had spread like wildfire. It didn't help that strange things seemed to happen around him—small accidents, broken equipment, flickering lights. Nothing concrete, just enough to feed the fear.
He didn't care anymore. He had stopped trying to explain himself a long time ago.
But what hurt most wasn't the rumors.
It was her.
Airi Nakamura—bright, cheerful, loved by everyone. She sat near the front, always smiling, always surrounded by people. Kuro remembered when they used to be close, back in their first year. She was the only one who had talked to him, laughed with him, defended him when the bullying started.
Until she stopped.
She never said why. She just slowly drifted away, joining the others who acted like he didn't exist. That betrayal cut deeper than the cruelest rumors.
Still, sometimes he caught her glancing back at him when she thought no one was looking. Her eyes would linger for a moment—soft, conflicted—before she quickly turned away.
Was it guilt? Pity? Or something else?
It didn't matter anymore.
"Alright, settle down, everyone," their homeroom teacher announced, walking in. "We've got a special assembly today, so line up quietly and follow me."
The students groaned but obeyed. As they filed out of the classroom, Kuro followed silently at the end of the line.
That's when it happened.
A blinding light enveloped the hallway. A strange pulse shook the air, and everything turned white.
Kuro felt the floor vanish beneath his feet.
When his vision cleared, he was standing in an enormous hall of white marble and gold. Pillars stretched into the heavens, and stained-glass windows bathed the room in celestial light. His classmates stood around him, confused and disoriented.
"What the hell?!"
"Where are we?!"
"Was that an explosion?!"
Before anyone could panic further, a group of robed figures approached from the grand stairway ahead. At their center stood an elderly man with a long beard and regal robes adorned with holy symbols.
"Welcome, brave heroes," the old man said in a booming voice. "You have been summoned to the Kingdom of Elyndor."
The students stared in shock.
"Summoned?"
"You mean… like in those isekai stories?"
"Yes," the old man continued. "Our world is under siege by the Demon King and his army. We have called upon you—heroes from another world—to save us. Each of you possesses untapped potential blessed by the gods."
Kuro's breath caught. This couldn't be real… right?
But the grandeur, the magic in the air—it was unmistakable. This was another world.
He glanced at his classmates. Most were awestruck, others thrilled. A few looked like they were already imagining themselves as protagonists in a fantasy game.
All except him.
He felt… uneasy. Something about this summoning didn't sit right.
But before he could dwell on it, the robed figures began casting another spell.
"The Appraisal Ceremony will now begin," one priest declared. "You shall be granted your class and divine blessings."
The students were led to a circular formation around a large crystal.
One by one, they stepped forward.
The orb lit up brilliantly each time, projecting a glowing status window in the air:
> Name: Hiroshi Tanaka
Class: Sword Saint
Blessing: Flameblade Mastery, Strength +70, Agility +50
> Name: Sora Minami
Class: Wind Archer
Blessing: Gale Precision, Dexterity +60, Critical Boost
Excitement filled the air. Some students gasped at the flashy titles and buffs they received. The priests clapped and nodded in approval. Even the knights whispered among themselves in awe.
"Next: Nakamura Airi."
Airi stepped forward, placing her hand gently on the orb. It glowed intensely.
> Name: Airi Nakamura
Class: Saintess
Blessing: Divine Healing, Light Resistance, Mana Surge
Gasps echoed through the hall.
"A Saintess?! She's the most important class in an isekai!"
Kuro stood quietly at the back, watching.
And then—
"Kuro Hayashi. Step forward."
All eyes turned toward him. Some stared in surprise, others snickered quietly. One student even muttered, "Bet his class is 'Trash Collector' or something."
Kuro ignored them and stepped forward. He placed his hand on the orb.
Nothing happened at first.
Then, faint light flickered—dim, sluggish.
> Name: Kuro Hayashi
Class: ???
Blessing: Unknown
Attributes: Unmeasurable
The room fell silent.
Whispers started again. Confusion. Disbelief. Laughter.
"Did it glitch?"
"Unmeasurable? What kind of joke is that?"
"His class is blank?"
Even the priest frowned. The knights exchanged uneasy glances.
"This… is unprecedented," the priest said slowly. "To possess no class… no known blessing…"
Before Kuro could say anything, someone jeered from behind, "Guess even the gods think he's trash."
The laughter spread. Kuro stood frozen, fists clenched.
But in that moment—something deep within the orb pulsed faintly. A strange dark shimmer. Something no one noticed.
Something hidden… waiting.