The ceiling fan above groaned like it was dying slowly, spinning just enough to move the hot air around. Summer was already creeping in, and even though the school had promised air conditioning in every classroom, 12-B was clearly an exception.
The room was filled with a dull buzz of chatter, occasional laughter, and the shuffle of feet dragging chairs across the dusty floor.
I sat in the third row from the back, next to the window, scribbling random patterns in my notebook. Not because I was particularly bored—but because that's just what I did to pass time.
"Bro, you coming to the cafe after class?" my benchmate, Rishi, leaned in and whispered.
I shook my head. "Nah, I got tuition. That sir's stricter than the principal himself."
He groaned. "Kya yaar... full-on jail life."(What man… full blown jail life.)
I smiled faintly, then leaned back in my seat, letting my eyes wander across the classroom. Everyone had naturally broken into their groups again. It was like watching an ecosystem. Predictable but weirdly comforting. Just like all the Isekai animes you have watched and read before this.
The Girls' Group sat at the front-left corner. Not the studious girls, mind you—these were the ones always fixing their hair, whispering like they were in some kind of Bollywood gossip show.
"Riya, are you serious? He looked at you?" one of them gasped.
"Yeah, and not just once," Riya smirked, flipping her straightened hair dramatically.
Giggles followed, the sound light and almost rehearsed. They tossed their heads back, some applying lip balm like it was a group ritual. One of them had her phone under the desk, probably updating her Instagram story. Even the teacher didn't bother anymore.
The Popular Group sat in the center, loud and confident. You couldn't miss them. Every move they made felt like it needed an audience.
"Yo, Arjun, you going for the tournament next week?" asked Kunal, bouncing a football under the desk with his knee.
"Obviously," Arjun smirked. "I'm the captain, remember?"
Cheers and laughter broke out like it was the greatest achievement ever. Arjun was tall, good-looking, and had this annoying confidence that made teachers love him and classmates admire him. Even when he failed a test, he laughed it off like it didn't matter.
Across from them, near the back wall, were the Delinquent Group. These guys were the chaos crew—shirt buttons open, ties loose, hair uncombed, attitudes tighter than their fists.
One of them, Imran, had his feet up on the desk. "Bro, I'm telling you, that tuition guy said one more late entry and he'll slap a fine. Guess what I told him?"
"What?"
"Slap this." He showed a middle finger, and the others laughed loudly.
"Shh!" someone warned.
"Shhh yourself," Imran snapped.
Then there were the Nerds. Corner seat, front-right. Books stacked like towers. Glasses reflecting sunlight. Fingers moving across calculator buttons like musicians on a piano.
"Bro, you're solving Section C already?" asked Abhinav in awe.
"Yeah. Did it last night. I've got the model answers too if you want them."
"Legend."
I couldn't help but smile. That group might've been quiet, but their brains ran faster than the Wi-Fi in school.
Behind them was The Quiet Zone—people like me. Not exactly nerds. Not delinquents. Just... observers. The background characters. We existed in the blank spaces. Unnoticed, unbothered.
Rishi tapped my arm again. "You ever wonder where you'd fit if our class was an anime?"
I blinked, chuckling. "I'd probably be that side character with zero lines."
"Bullshit. You'd be the plot twist."
We both laughed. He wasn't wrong. I never stood out, I never wanted to stand out either, but I liked watching people, observing them, predicting their next course of action. Maybe that's why I always sat near the window. It made everything feel like a scene in a movie.
Then, something strange happened.
The buzzing noise in the room—the fans, the chatter, even the sound of someone flipping a book page—suddenly stopped. Not faded. Stopped. Instantly.
I turned my head.
Everyone was frozen.
No, not like "paused mid-action" frozen.
Like statues.
Riya had her mouth open mid-sentence. The football Arjun was bouncing? Suspended in mid-air.
"What the..." Rishi whispered beside me. But I couldn't look at him. I couldn't move my neck.
It was like something had locked every joint in my body. Only my eyes worked.
A faint, golden glow filled the room. It pulsed from the ceiling like a heartbeat, growing brighter with every pulse.
A voice—not loud, but deep, clear, and echoing directly inside my head—spoke.
> "You have been chosen."
And just like that, the floor beneath us cracked—glowing lines forming a circle around each student. The sound was like stone grinding against metal, deep and guttural.
"W-What is this?!" someone screamed.
The paralysis broke just long enough for a few people to shout, panic setting in.
"Are we gonna die?!"
"Someone stop this!"
"Help! HELP!"
I looked around with my blank face, wondering what's gonna happen next. Rishi's face was pale. Sweat trickled down his forehead.
Then the voice spoke again.
> "Twelve-B. Your fate lies beyond this world. You will be tested. You will be forged. You will serve a greater cause... or perish."
The golden light became blinding. A high-pitched hum filled the air, like reality itself was tearing apart.
I felt my body lift from the ground, pulled upwards into the center of the circle. My ears rang. My skin felt like it was burning. I wanted to see what happens next, yet my face had zero emotions, screaming, nah that's too boring and cliche.
One last thought flashed in my head:
"So it's finally happening eh!?"
And then—everything went white.
The white light was all-consuming.
It didn't hurt, but it felt *loud*. Like it was humming through my bones, rewriting something deeper than flesh and blood. I couldn't feel the ground. I couldn't hear the others. Just the sound of my own breath.
And then—impact.
We landed.
Hard.
A cold stone floor greeted my back, stealing the air from my lungs. I blinked rapidly, my eyes adjusting to the sudden shift in lighting. Gone was our dusty, humid classroom. Instead, a giant marble hall stretched out before us.
Arched ceilings covered in intricate carvings, glowing blue crystals embedded in pillars that reached up into infinity. A holy place—majestic, ancient... otherworldly.
A few feet away, Rishi groaned, pushing himself upright. "Bro... what the hell just happened?"
I sat up calmly, dusting off my school uniform.
Some kids were screaming. Others were crying, stumbling around in panic. A couple of the delinquents were yelling curses, kicking the floor, punching the empty air.
The nerd group clung together, muttering hypotheses that sounded more like coping mechanisms. The girls' group was huddled like pigeons in a storm, mascara running, trembling fingers clutching each other.
Only I stood up slowly, eyes scanning the new reality.
No panic. No shock.
Not because I was brave or something.
Just… ready.
Like a script I had memorized long ago.
Like a scene I had watched and rewatched in late-night anime binges.
"This... is an Isekai," I whispered under my breath.
And for the first time, I meant it.
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From the far end of the altar-like hall, two figures emerged—bathed in golden light and flanked by armored guards in ceremonial white and silver.
One was an elderly woman in flowing violet robes, holding a jeweled staff. Her face was wrinkled with age but carried an aura of dignity.
The other...
She was radiant.
Long, silvery hair cascaded down her shoulders, eyes like molten sapphire. A crown of feathers and light hovered above her head. Her dress shimmered with divine embroidery—celestial threads, no doubt.
The Goddess.
She stepped forward, her voice carrying a melody of authority and warmth.
"Welcome, children of the other realm."
The students froze. Some are still trembling. Some kneeling instinctively. Others are just standing in disbelief.
"W-Where... where are we?!" a girl from the front wailed.
"My name is Elira, Goddess of Ethralia," she continued, ignoring the outburst, "and you have been summoned to our world in its darkest hour."
The priestess beside her raised her staff, chanting softly. A grand illusion bloomed behind them—a vision of fire and darkness. An enormous black creature, horned and monstrous, loomed over burning cities. Screams echoed faintly as soldiers were slaughtered by the thousands.
"The Demon King, Morvhal, has returned," Elira said, her face darkening. "Our warriors cannot stop him. Our armies crumble. Our people... despair."
"And so," she spread her arms, "we reached across realms to summon Heroes."
Gasps rippled through the students.
"H-Heroes?" Kunal—the football jock—stepped forward. "You mean us?"
"Yes," the priestess said, smiling now. "Each of you was chosen for the potential slumbering within you. In this world, that potential can manifest as powerful magic, divine blessings, or unmatched skill."
"Woah..." Rishi muttered beside me, eyes wide. "This... is like every damn anime ever..."
I gave him a slow nod. "Yeah. Too damn familiar, too damn boring."
A notification-like sound echoed, and blue holographic windows popped up before everyone—floating text in a language we couldn't read, but somehow understood.
> Blessing Detected. Initial Synchronization: Complete.
> Welcome to Ethralia. Class: Pending. Skill Awakening: Awaiting Oracle Guidance.
Chaos erupted again.
"What the hell is this?!"
"It's real! It's freaking real!"
"Wait... am I getting powers?!"
"I wanna be a mage! No—a swordsman!"
The priestess raised her hand, calming the murmurs. "You will each be guided to the Temple of Awakening. There, your destined roles will be revealed, and your journey shall begin."
Someone clapped their hands together excitedly. "Do we get weapons? Magic? Like fireballs? Summons?!!"
One of the delinquents—Imran—laughed. "Dibs on dragon tamer!"
It was chaos again. Excitement. Hope. Terror. The kind of emotional cocktail only a high school class thrown into another world could feel.
Everyone was so busy reacting that nobody noticed I hadn't moved.
Hadn't smiled. Hadn't flinched.
I just watched.
Patient. Still.
Like a piece of the background... waiting for its moment to speak.
Finally, Rishi turned to me, his voice quieter. "Dude... you're way too calm."
I looked at him, a faint smile touching my lips.
"Maybe I've just been waiting for something like this."
"Wait—what?"
I stepped forward then. Past the nerds, past the girls, past the jocks and rebels, all still huddled in groups like the ecosystems they were. The priestess turned her gaze to me. Elira's eyes followed mine.
And for the first time—I addressed you, the one reading this.
My name is Rudra, I don't have a last name. I don't need a last name.
I'm not a hero. I'm not a villain. Not the comic relief, or the chosen one with a tragic past. Well actually I'm one with a tragic past but not chosen.
And this is my story now.
I could see the roads stretching ahead of us in this new world—political betrayals, magical wars, ancient relics, monsters, temples, factions, prophecies, and gods playing dice with mortals.
And I was so damn ready for it.
As I stepped forward, the light above me pulsed brighter than the others.
The priestess paused. "You… you possess a very unusual aura..."
Elira's eyes narrowed slightly. "No... you're not like the others."
I tilted my head, expression unreadable. "Guess we'll find out."
And just like that, the path had begun.
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