You've been summoned into another world along with your classmates and your bully, Elena.
The holy queen who summoned everyone, Queen Beryl, speaks up,
"This is the holy kingdom, Luciano. You're all here to work for us in fighting off Lilith, the demon queen. Say what your Job Class is so we can start training."
Just like a game. Job Classes are unique abilities. Everyone gets really cool and strong Job Classes. Elena bitch gets Hero Job Class. You're the last one.
What is your Job Class?
...
"Uh, Asta?" The queen asks, looking at you with disappointment in her eyes. "Your job class..." She trails off, clearly not expecting much. Other nobles and citizens of Luciano around them sneer or roll their eyes. Even Elena looks smug for a moment before she realizes that you're about to say something unexpected.
quardo la mia job class il nome.
"Qua... Quarto Reale?" The Queen stammers, her face going pale. "But, uh..." She looks around at the confused faces of everyone else in the room. "We don't have a position for that! You can't be a... Quarto Reale!"
The nobles and citizens all laugh, some even snicker. Elena smirks, satisfied that you've been humiliated just as much as she was back when she first got her job class. But you don't let it get to you.
Lo meno dimmi cosa Quarto Reale regina Berryl, dico.
"Quarto Reale," the queen finally manages to say, her voice shaky, "is someone who serves as a... well..." She looks helplessly at you. "...A person who cleans up after others." The nobles and citizens all snicker, some even laugh outright now. Elena can't help but let out a full-blown cackle.
The Queen clears her throat, trying to regain composure. "Well... Let me think about this..."
Stai mentendo regina Berryl, dico.
"What?" the queen snaps, glaring at you. "I am not!"
The nobles and citizens murmur among themselves, some of them looking unsure now. Even Elena seems taken aback by your defiance.
"A-anyway," the Queen says, trying to change the subject, "since you're here, perhaps we could find another role for you in our army...?" She trails off hopefully, eyeing you suspiciously.
What do you say?
No, voglio la verità, prima ho poi la verità ed quando succederà sarà troppo tardi per rimediare, dico.
The queen's face flushes with anger. "How dare you speak to your queen in such a manner!" she exclaims, her voice booming throughout the room. The nobles and citizens all gasp, shocked by her outburst. Even Elena looks stunned for a moment before regaining her composure.
"Guards!" the Queen shouts, "Seize him!" A group of armed guards immediately rushes forward, drawing their weapons as they surround you.
mi giro verso i nobili e i cittadini. nobili e i cittadini, lo stato vedendo vuoi stessi con i vostri occhi e orecchie che la regina Berryl sta cercando di nascondere la verità, cercando di farmi stare zitto a ogni costo questo non e un comportamento da sovrana sacra ma di una ditatrice, dico hai nobili e i cittadini.
The words leave your lips like poisoned darts. The nobles and citizens look at each other, uncertainty written across their faces. Some nod in agreement, while others frown disapprovingly. Even Elena seems taken aback by what you've said, her expression a mix of surprise and anger.
The Queen's face turns purple with rage as she points an accusatory finger at you. "How dare you!" she shouts. "You insolent wretch! You will be dealt with severely for this!"
Si oso e come, perché sto dicendo la verità scomoda,dico.
"Guards!" the Queen screams. "Take him away! Tie him up and throw him in prison until we can decide what to do with him!" The guards don't hesitate; they immediately grab you, pinning your arms behind your back as they roughly drag you from the throne room.
As you're led down a long hallway toward the dungeon, you hear Elena cackling maniacally in the distance. "Serves you right, little nerd!" she shouts before letting out another cruel laugh.
attivò le mie abilità.
As you're dragged deeper into the dungeon, you focus on your surroundings and find an opportunity to activate one of your special abilities. The world around you shifts for a moment, as if time itself has slowed down, and you feel a surge of power coursing through your veins.
You struggle against the guards, breaking free from their grasp with surprising ease. They stumble backward in shock as you brandish your newly empowered fists, ready to defend yourself.
colpisco le guardie.
Taking advantage of their surprise, you launch a powerful punch at one of the guards, sending him flying across the room with a painful thud. The other guard looks shocked for only an instant before drawing his sword and charging at you. You dodge to the side, narrowly avoiding his clumsy strike, and counter with a quick jab that lands squarely on his chin. He crumples to the ground, unconscious.
Now free from your captors, you look around the dungeon, considering your next move...
ritorno nella sala del trono.
You make your way back through the dungeon and up to the throne room, taking a moment to catch your breath as you emerge into the light. The Queen, still furious from earlier, glares at you from her throne. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands. "Do you realize how much trouble you've caused?"
The nobles and citizens all murmur among themselves, some looking on nervously while others seem to be siding with the Queen. Elena, however, has disappeared from sight...
mi avvicino alla regina Berryl, gli do un montante in faccia a lei.
You step forward, your fists clenched at your sides. The Queen recoils slightly, her eyes widening in shock as she feels the impact of your punch. "How dare you strike your queen!" she shouts, her face flushing with anger. The nobles and citizens gasp in horror, some beginning to shift uncomfortably on their feet.
You keep your expression calm and unfazed. "I'm not afraid of you," you say simply. "
Sei solo patetica regina Berryl, ti fingi sacra ma non hai niente di sacro,dico.
"You little brat!" the Queen shrieks, her voice echoing through the throne room. "How dare you insult your queen!" She waves her hand dismissively at her guards. "Seize him! Tie him up and throw him in prison until he learns his place!"
The guards move to comply, but before they can grab you, one of them trips and falls against another, sending both men sprawling to the floor.
E uno spettacolo o qualcosa altro?, dico.
The Queen narrows her eyes at your sarcasm. "Very well," she says coldly, leaning back in her throne. "If you insist on causing trouble, then we'll give you what you want." She waves her hand again, dismissing the now-confused guards. They retreat from the room, leaving you standing alone before the throne.
"Fine," she says at last. "You can leave Luciano and find your own way in this world."
uccido la regina Berryl
You don't hesitate for a second. With a swift movement, you charge towards the throne, leaping over the dais with incredible agility. The queen's eyes widen in shock as she realizes your intent, but it's too late. You land a powerful blow squarely on her chest, sending her crashing backward off her throne. She hits the ground hard, her body going limp as she lies there unmoving. The nobles and citizens in the throne room erupt into chaos. Some scream in terror, while others rush forward to try and aid their fallen queen.
Voglio sapere immediatamente la verità sulla mia job class Quarto Reale ora. Dico.
The nobles and citizens all fall silent at your demand. One of them, a high-ranking noble, steps forward hesitantly. "Your... Job Class?" he asks, his voice trembling slightly. "It's true then? You really are..." He trails off, unable to finish the sentence.
Parla ora
"The truth is," the noble says quietly, glancing around to make sure no one else overhears him, "that your job class was meant as a joke by Queen Beryl. She never expected anyone to actually claim it." The other nobles and citizens gasp in surprise.
"But," he continues, "it also came about because there were so many strong people summoned to Luciano that not everyone could have a unique job class. So she decided to give the less desirable ones to those who seemed... less important."
Voglio sapere cosa e la mia job class Quarto Reale ora
The noble clears his throat uncomfortably. "Well, your job class is... It's sort of a combination of things," he says hesitantly. "You have abilities related to cleaning and organizing, as well as some basic combat skills."
"But don't let that fool you," another noble interjects. "Your true strength lies in your determination and resourcefulness. You managed to escape from captivity and even defeated a group of guards single-handedly.
Erano deboli, le guardie, dimmi come rimuovere la parte di abilità di pulizia e all'organizzazione voglio togliere queste abilità mi fanno schifo,dico.
The nobles and citizens exchange glances, unsure how to respond. One of them finally speaks up, "Well, if that's what you wish..." He takes a step back, allowing another noble to approach you. This one has a more serious expression on his face.
"You have proven yourself resourceful and capable," he says. "If you truly want rid of those abilities, I can arrange for them to be removed." He pauses, waiting for your response.
Bene fallo
The noble nods solemnly. "Very well," he says before gesturing to someone else in the crowd. A young mage steps forward, her hands clasped nervously behind her back. "I will need your permission first," she says shyly, casting a wary glance at you.
"Go ahead," you reply, unsure of what else to say. The mage nods hesitantly, and after taking a deep breath, begins the complicated process of removing your unwanted job class abilities.
As the mage works her magic, you feel a strange sensation coursing through your body. It's almost like something is being ripped away from you. After what seems like an eternity, she steps back with a satisfied smile. "It is done," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, focusing on the feeling in your gut. It's strange... empty almost. But there's also a sense of freedom that comes with it.
Ora ultima cosa mago devi togliere la job class eroe da Elena, non e una vera eroina, e falsa, come eroe e persona.
The mage looks surprised by your demand but nods nonetheless. "I will need her permission as well," she says, glancing over at Elena.
Elena rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. "What do you want from me?" she snaps impatiently.
The mage clears her throat. "Well, um... I was asked to remove a job class from someone else as well," she says cautiously. "It's just that..."
"Oh, really?" Elena sneers. "And who might that be?" She glances over at you before turning back to the mage with a smug expression on her face.
The mage blanches visibly but maintains eye contact with Elena. "It... it was you," she says softly.
Elena's smile falters for a moment, then hardens into a glare. "No." She shakes her head vehemently. "I don't believe you."