The annoying, screech like voice of Ms. Mia filled the air, each taunt a sharpened knife aid squarely at Vritra's countless flaws.
Sunlight stread through the classroom window, illuminating dust particles dancing in the air, a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere that had settled over the classroom.
Vritra slumped in his chair. His long deep black hair, falling like a curtain over his forehead, obscuring his left eye appearing a bit ssy. He wore slightly baggy clothes that made him look skinny and weak though that couldn't have been anymore wrong.
The other students, a loud and restless bunch, blended into the background—a mix of chatter and judgnt. He didn't look their way. He already knew what they were whispering.
Ms. Mia, his teacher, stood at the front of the class, her old face appearing full of fury. Her black hair was perfectly and neatly styled despite that her choice of cloth ruined her already bad appearance.
Her glasses were resting on her nose, occasionally slipping as she gestured emphatically.
She was in her late fifties and the wrinkles didn't do much to make her look any younger, yet despite being quite fit for soone her age, she was famous for her irritating behaviour and thin voice.
Ms. Mia's grating voice reverberated across the class as she shouted: "Vritra," she began, her eyes fixed on the youth who sat on his seat as if nothing around him actually mattered.
"His performance in this class has been very disappointing as if he himself doesn't want to score better. He never submits any assignnts, his participation is minimal to none, and his grades... well, let's just say he passes all his subjects by rely a single mark."
A chorus of snickers rippled through the classroom. Vritra could feel all the eyes in the class focussing on him. He ignored them all only looking back at the woman standing beside his old teacher.
"You're not living up to your potential. All his answers are correct but he never writes more than he needs to pass!!" Ms. Mia continued, her gaze unwavering.
"Your mother is here today because I felt it necessary to address this issue directly. His lack of focus is disruptive, not to ntion his aggressive behaviour.
That brat even hits the girls, can you believe that? More than half of the boys have their teeth missing because of him, everyone in the class fears and hate him and they complain about him on a daily basis."
Beside Ms. Mia stood Vritra's mother, tall and straight her presence full of confidence radiating a quiet aura that seed to command respect.
Vanessa, even in her forties, possessed a tiless beauty that was both captivating and intimidating. Her green hair, like a cascade of eralds, fell to her waist, framing a face that could stop traffic.
Her figure was voluptuous, a perfect balance of curves and undeniable sensuality.
Loose clothes did little to hide the generous swell of her breasts and the roundness of her hips, the kind of body that no man could resist with just the right amount of fat over her body, yet her modest clothes stopped all lustful gaze.
Her red lips were full and juicy, and her eyes, the sa shade of green as her hair, held a depth of experience and wisdom that few could comprehend. Her re presence seed to radiate an aura of coldness and confidence. She stood tall, her gaze calm, the teacher's words didn't really seem to have any effect on her.
The students around them were a mix of amusent and fleeting satisfaction. Most of the boys kept stealing glances at the rich and cold looking seductress who looked like a model, all of them were almost drooling.
Vritra, anwhile, remained impassive, his expression hidden behind his curtain of hair. He was different from what all others knew or believed, he couldn't find any joy in such activities.
'When is this going to end? I have to go to the club, I have a match today.' Vritra wondered checking the ti on his mobile.
"I am already aware of all this," Vritra's mother, Vanessa Arclis said, her voice a soothing lody that contrasted with the teacher's harsh tone.
"However, I believe that the money I have fed to this school is more than enough to look over such small troubles or should I ask to change the teacher, maybe a more competent one."
"C- Change?" Ms. Mia's eyebrow arched. "Mrs. Arclis, t- there is no need for such major action. Vritra usually behaves quite well and wouldn't disturb others until others provoke him hahaha ha-"
Vanessa looked at her son with a soft smile, a tender expression appearing on her face contrasting the cold one.
Inside, Vritra remained silent looking through his hair with a bored expression. He found the teacher's complaints to be a childish drama, an unnecessary disturbance to his perfect daily routine. He was, after all, a man of many secrets.
"!!!"
Suddenly, a blinding light erupted, engulfing the entire classroom. A collective gasp went around the class. The world dissolved into a searing white, the space seed to spiral around sucking them all as all of them closed their eyes and felt a strange churning in their bellies.
When all of them opened their eyes, they were no longer in the familiar classroom. The sll of chalk and pollution was completely gone, replaced by the scent of fresh air and sothing else, a fragrant scent of flowers.
Vritra observed his surroundings and found himself standing in a vast, pristine chamber.
The walls were a flawless white, as if carved from solid marble, and the ceiling soared impossibly high, disappearing into the shadows. In front of them stood an ancient and beautifully carved statue, gleaming in the sunlight. It seed to be so kind of temple.
The room was filled with the forty students, Ms. Mia and Vanessa, all blinking in confusion.
The chamber was filled with a sense of grandeur, a feeling of ancient power that both awed and intimidated.
Vritra felt a strange mix of anticipation and curiosity about the unknown. He was quite intrigued, but he wouldn't let his curiosity overrule his logic.
"Where... what..." Ms. Mia stamred, her glasses askew, her professional composure shattered. The students started chattering among themselves, their initial fear giving way to a mixture of confusion and curiosity.
Vritra's mother stood close to him, her expression mirroring his own, cautious observation, as she stood protectively.
Then, she appeared.
Before them stood a woman of breathtaking beauty, a goddess of unparalleled perfection. Her hair was the purest white, cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight.
Her skin was flawless, a milky white that seed untouched by the sun, radiating an ethereal glow.
Her eyes were a vibrant, otherworldly blue, and her features were sculpted to perfection. She had a hint of haughtiness about her, a sense of being above all else, looking down at them as if they were nothing more than re mortals.
"Welco, mortals from another universe." the goddess's lodic voice echoed through the chamber, resonating with a power that commanded instant attention. The words seed to shimr in the air, carrying a magical quality that cald the initial panic.
"I am Diana, the Goddess of Dunshire and I have summoned you here for a purpose."
Her words had a calming effect, quieting the chaos as the students, teachers, and Vanessa looked at her in amazent and wonder.
A wave of discussion and murmurs went through the crowd. They were discussing how ethereally beautiful she was, the vastness of the place, the elegance and expensive nature of the temple, and the aura around them.
"In the na of fucking gods, look at her!" a boy, Raino from the back row, usually known for his perverted comnts and fat body, blurted out.
"She's... she's incredibly gorgeous! Is this so kind of setup? And where had my phone disappeared off to, fuck I just brought the expensive one last week."
Vritra's mother stood beside him, her expression a mixture of awe and apprehension.
Ms. Mia, still flustered, attempted to regain her composure. "Where are we? What is the aning of all this? How did we suddenly arrive here?"
Diana's gaze swept over the group, her eyes moving without much emotion. She had an air of superiority around her, as if her presence alone made the others feel small and worthless.
"You have all been chosen," Diana said ignoring Ms. Mia, her voice steady.
"The universe is on the brink of destruction. Demons are spreading like a plague, consuming everything in their path. If you want to save all of existence, your own universe and people you loved back in your hos, you must start by saving my world and wiping them out." The students, in turn, were shocked by the words.
"W- What do you an?" a girl asked, her voice trembling.
"This world is beset by the forces of evil," Diana explained. "The demon gods, and their legions of demon lords, demon generals, and countless others, threaten to destroy everything. You have been chosen to fight against them."
Vritra's mind was racing. Demon gods? Demon lords? This is... interesting. He found all this hard to believe, it still felt as if this was so kind of dream or just a setup.
"F- Fight what? What are you talking about? We can't do sothing like that, just standing alone is making my joints creak. Can you please just send us b- back?"
"You will be granted abilities," Diana continued again ignoring Ms. Mia like so insect, her voice regaining a serious tone.
"You will grow stronger by killing demons and by acquiring the treasures that lie scattered across this land. Your journey will no doubt be filled with dangers, but your success is essential and I will help you in whatever way to make sure you succeed. You do not have to fear, you still have quite so ti to build up your strength."
Hearing her words another wave of discussion went through the crowd. There was still fear, but they had understood their situation and knew going back might not be possible just yet and they could only follow along for now.
Then, she commanded them: "Open your status windows, just think about it and it will appear."
A mont of confusion, then the air shimred around each of them as a translucent screen materialized before their eyes.
Vritra's own status window flickered into existence, displaying a series of lines filled with information.
Na: Vritra Arclis
Level: 1 [0%]
Race: Human
Titles: None
Class: Dust Lord (Rank: F) [SSS (?)]
Bloodline: None
Physique: Human
Mana: 180/180
Vitality: 100%
STATS:
Strength: 20
Agility: 21
Endurance: 19
Intelligence: 20
Mana: 18
Luck: 30
[Allocation points: 0]
SKILL:
Dust Manipulation (Rank-F):
[Level: 1]
(Dust Attunent): Allows the user to move dust within a certain range of 5 ters, also enhancing senses within that range. The ability enables basic control over dust particles, letting them shift and flow as directed around the user. Mana consumption for simply moving the particles is low, allowing frequent use without much drain.
Mutamorphis (Rank: ???): Allows the user to slowly adapt to the environnt or situation around them, will awaken on its own when t with certain conditions.
Inventory: Empty
Resistances:
[Pain Resistance] (Level 4)
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