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?

Ottieni la classe di lavoro inutile,

"Gatto randagio."

Tutti ti guardano con disgusto, come se avessi fatto qualcosa di terribilmente sbagliato. Persino la regina Beryl sembra delusa e arrabbiata, con gli occhi socchiusi. Elena ride sonoramente per la tua disgrazia.

Ti viene mostrato uno schermo di gioco olografico che mostra le tue statistiche, abilità, punti salute, punti mana e il tuo titolo di classe. Sembra essere l'unica cosa di te che abbia anche solo lontanamente valore per questo mondo... se così si può definire. I tuoi oggetti ti vengono sottratti e messi in deposito, dato che ci si aspetta che tu ne riceva di nuovi nel gioco.

Ti accorgi anche che ti sono state tolte armi e armature. Ti vengono dati degli stracci al posto dei vestiti veri e propri.

Inizi a colpire selvaggiamente una delle guardie, cercando di riprenderti le tue cose. Le altre guardie non si preoccupano nemmeno di trattenerti, mentre guardano divertite. Alla fine, riesci a mettere KO la guardia e a prendere le tue cose. Mentre le indossi, le persone intorno a te sussurrano e ti indicano, chiamandoti ladro e dicendoti che brucerai all'inferno per quello che hai fatto.

"Gatto randagio"

dice la regina Beryl con disprezzo.

"Per Luciano non vali niente."

Tutti ti danno una svolta più ampia, come se volessero far sì che tu rimanessi fuori da qualsiasi cosa riguardasse il mondo di Luciano. A volte senti dei commenti e dei sorrisi negli spazi tra le parole, ma la maggior parte delle persone non si preoccupa neanche di guardarti in faccia.

Continuano ad addestrare gli altri del gruppo, mentre tu stai lì a guardare come se nulla potesse interessarti.

You're average height and weight for your age. You have messy black hair and brown eyes. Your skin is pale, typical of someone who didn't spend much time outdoors. Your face is somewhat plain, with a small nose, thin lips, and a round chin. Your body isn't particularly muscular or slim, but you could use some exercise.

In a way, your personality fits the "Gatto randagio" theme. You're often lonely and misunderstood, much like a stray cat. However, you don't exactly have the same traits as an actual gatto randagio from this world. If anything, you seem more human than feline in your behavior and mannerisms.

Hai una piccola coda soffice che si arriccia quando sei rilassato o ti senti giocoso. È lunga più o meno quanto il tuo avambraccio ed è prensile, permettendoti di usarla come un arto extra. Per quanto riguarda le orecchie, sono quelle di un gatto e sono posizionate dritte sulla testa, ed le orecchie sono molto morbide per il pelo ed il ciuffi nei orecchie.

Tuo

"Gatto randagio"

La classe di lavoro ti fornisce alcune abilità uniche che possono rivelarsi utili in determinate situazioni, come:

Agilità felina: sei sorprendentemente agile e scattante per la tua corporatura, il che ti consente di muoverti rapidamente e schivare gli attacchi con facilità. Vista migliorata: la tua vista è più acuta di quella della maggior parte delle persone, il che ti dà la capacità di vedere cose che ad altri potrebbero sfuggire. Catastrofe intuito: hai un sesto senso innato per i disastri imminenti, il che ti permette di prevederne l'arrivo e reagire tempestivamente. Questa abilità può essere preziosa in battaglie e situazioni pericolose. Arigli: hai arigli retrattili le unghie. Sensi sviluppati: come Naso, orecchie, e vista.

You have access to a few basic magical spells as part of your "Gatto randagio" job class:

Scaglia d'ombra: Creates a projectile made of shadow energy that deals magical damage and has a chance to inflict the Sleep status effect on its target. The spell has a range of up to 50 feet. Corpo oscuro: Allows you to briefly transform your body into pure shadow, granting increased agility and stealth for a short duration. Guardare attraverso le cose: Permette di vedere attraverso oggetti opachi alla vista normale, come muri o ostacoli. L'incantesimo ha una gittata di 3 metri e dura 1 minuto. Controllo delle ombre: controllare le ombre

You've dismissed the Job Class screen. You idly play with your tail behind you, occasionally swishing it back and forth.

Time passes as everyone trains and gets to know each other better... well, everyone except for you. The others seem to accept their roles in Luciano's army, while you continue to feel out of place. You can't help but wonder if there's something more meaningful that you could do with your life here...

You idly play with your tail, contemplating the unique aspects, in this world. Despite feeling out of place, you find some comfort in these small quirks that set you apart from everyone else. Eventually, you decide to roll your tail around on the ground playfully, eliciting a few amused glances from nearby guards and classmates alike.

You sit down on the grass, crossing your legs underneath you as you watch everyone else train. The wind plays with your hair and tail, occasionally brushing against your face.

You give a tentative tug at your ears, trying to move them the way you've seen cats do in movies. It feels strange and awkward at first, but as you focus on it, you begin to get the hang of it. Soon enough, you're moving your ears up and down and from side to side with ease, feeling a bit more like a cat than ever before.

You continue to experiment with moving your ears, trying to find the perfect angle that enhances your hearing. After some time, you discover that tilting one ear back slightly makes it easier to focus on specific sounds coming from behind you. Another angle seems to help pick up higher-pitched noises better. As you play around with your newfound ability, you can't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

As the day wears on, fatigue begins to take its toll. You yawn widely, stretching your arms above your head before curling up into a ball on the ground, using your tail as a makeshift pillow. Despite being exhausted, you fall asleep almost instantly.

You awaken to the sounds of laughter and shouting nearby. Dawn has broken across Luciano, bathing everything in a warm golden light. As you sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you see that most of the others have already finished training for the day. The guards who were keeping an eye on you earlier exchange amused glances as they watch you stretch and yawn.

What do you want to do now?

You decide to go back to sleep, curling up beneath a tree with your tail wrapped around yourself for warmth. As the sun rises higher in the sky, its rays bathe you in their comforting light, lulling you back into a peaceful slumber.

Late morning arrives, and you awaken once more to the sounds of activity around you. The other students are practicing and training under the watchful eye of their instructors, while guards pace restlessly nearby. As you stretch your limbs and yawn, one of the soldiers approaches you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"You seem to be spending more time asleep than anything else," he comments drily. "Perhaps you should join us for some training?"

"Very well, if you change your mind..." the soldier says with a shrug before returning to his duties. You watch as the day progresses, occasionally glancing over at the others as they practice and train. There's still time left before dinner, so what do you want to do?

You decide to go in search of some food for your lunch. As you wander through the camp, the smells of cooking meats and baking bread fill the air. Eventually, you spot a table piled high with various dishes, including a large bowl of salsa. A few guards stand nearby, keeping watch over their precious food supply.

"What do you want?" one of them growls at you when you approach. "We're not giving any of this away for free."

You ignore the guard and sit down at an empty spot at one of the tables. The guards nearby eye you suspiciously as they continue their conversation about last night's training exercises. Eventually, one of them sighs and walks over to you, looking down with an expression that could best be described as resigned disgust.

"Fine," he says, "you can have some salsa." He dips his hand into the bowl and scoops out a small amount before dropping it onto your plate.

You grab the guard by his head and force his face into the bowl of salsa, smashing it against the table a few times for good measure. The other guards gasp in shock and horror as you continue to hold the poor soul underwater, drowning him in salsa. After what feels like an eternity, you finally let go, watching as he coughs and sputters, covered head-to-toe in red sauce.

"What the hell was that for?"

The guard who had been holding the bowl of salsa looks at you incredulously, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief. "You're insane!" he exclaims, stepping back warily as he holds up the other bowl of salsa in front of him like a shield. The other guards begin to close in on you, their hands going to their weapons as they prepare for whatever it is you think you're trying to pull here.

"Back off!"

The guards exchange worried glances as you brandish a knife at one of them. The sputtering, red-covered guard looks terrified, his eyes wide with fear. The situation grows increasingly tense as the other guards continue to close in on you.

"Alright, alright!" one of the more senior guards says, stepping forward and raising his hands placatingly. "We'll get you another bowl."

The senior guard nods to a nearby guard, who scurries off to retrieve another bowl of salsa. In the meantime, the tense standoff between you and the other guards continues. The red-covered guard remains silent, his eyes fixed on the knife in your hand as he trembles with fear.

Once the new bowl of salsa is brought over, the senior guard gestures for you to take it. "Now, why don't you just go back to your spot and leave us alone?"

"We were just trying to help, kid," one of the guards mutters under his breath as you take the bowl of salsa and return to your spot. The other guards watch you warily for a moment longer before gradually returning to their duties, still looking suspicious but unwilling to provoke you further.

The rest of the day passes without incident, though several sideways glances are thrown in your direction whenever someone thinks you aren't looking.

Eventually, it's time for dinner. The cooks have set up a large campfire and placed spits over it, roasting meat and vegetables. The smell of food fills the air as students and guards alike gather around to fill their plates. You take your seat at an empty table, picking at your salsa-covered food while you watch everyone else enjoy themselves.

What do you want to do now?

As you continue to eat, a nearby voice catches your attention. "Hey, newbie," one of the other students says, nodding in your direction. You look up to see a tall, well-built young man with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He's grinning at you from underneath a thin mustache.

"You seem pretty lonely over there. Want to join us?" he asks, gesturing towards his group of friends: five other students, three boys and two girls.

The tall boy's smile doesn't falter as he takes your refusal in stride. "Suit yourself," he shrugs before turning back to his group of friends, laughing at something one of the girls has said. You go back to eating your dinner, trying to ignore the occasional glance their way from the tall boy and his pals.

Eventually, it's time for everyone to return to their tents and get some rest. The camp settles down under the starry sky, with only the occasional murmur of voices or rustle of fabric breaking the silence. You consider returning to your spot beneath the tree where you fell asleep earlier, but decide against it; you'd rather find a more comfortable place for the night.

What do you want to do?

You trudge through the camp, making your way back towards the castle. The guards at the gate nod respectfully as they recognize you as a member of Luciano's army, allowing you entry. Once inside, you make your way to your room in the servants' quarters. It's not much - just a small cot and a chest for your belongings - but it's yours for now.

You decide to seek out a mage or sorcerer in the hopes of finding someone who can help you understand your new abilities. The castle is massive, with countless rooms and hallways, so it takes some time to find one who's willing to speak with you. Eventually, you stumble upon a small study lit by candlelight, its shelves lined with dusty tomes on magic and alchemy.

A stooped figure sits at a desk in the center of the room, poring over an ancient tome. As you enter, they look up, their eyes narrowing as they take in your appearance. "Who are you and what do you want?" they demand, not bothering to hide their irritation.

The mage narrows their eyes even further at the mention of Queen Berryl and King Luciano. "I see... well, that information is not easily given out." They pause for a moment, considering your request before continuing. "Very well. I will tell you what I know on one condition: you must help me with my research."

The mage gestures to the shelves around them. "I've been working on a new spell that requires rare ingredients found only in far-off lands."

The mage sighs and relents, obviously not happy about the arrangement but willing to make a deal. "Very well," they say, setting aside their book and walking over to one of the shelves. They pull out an ancient tome bound in leather so old it's starting to crumble at the edges.

"As you wish," they mutter under their breath as they hand you the book. "This is what I know about the process used by Queen Berryl and King Luciano."

The mage nods, satisfied that they've gotten their part of the deal out of the way. "Queen Berryl was said to have used a powerful artifact known as the Wishing Dragon's Pearl to summon people from other worlds. The pearl had the power to bend reality and open gates between realms."

"King Luciano, on the other hand, played a supportive role by using his knowledge of magic and politics to gather allies for the queen.

"The Wishing Dragon's Pearl is currently in the possession of Queen Berryl. I do not know its exact location, but it is likely kept somewhere secure within her chambers." The mage pauses for a moment before continuing. "However, you should be warned that retrieving the pearl will not be easy. You will have to overcome many obstacles and challenges, both magical and political, if you hope to succeed."

The mage's expression darkens at your accusatory tone. "I am not withholding information from you, young one," they say, their voice cold and distant. "I am merely warning you of the dangers that lie ahead. If you insist on pursuing this course of action, I will give you whatever help I can."

They pause for a moment, looking at you intently. "But remember: once you take up arms against Queen Berryl, there is no going back."

The mage's eyes widen in surprise as you accuse them of lying. "I am not lying to you!" they exclaim, anger flaring in their voice. "You have no proof of anything! How dare you--"

Before they can finish, a shadowy tendril lashes out from the corner of the room, wrapping itself around their throat and squeezing tightly. The mage's face turns purple as they struggle to breathe, their eyes bulging in terror.

The mage's struggles grow more desperate as you choke them, their face turning an alarming shade of blue. Tears stream down their cheeks as they gasp for air, their body thrashing wildly against the unyielding tendril that holds them. Finally, defeated and close to blacking out, they manage a hoarse whisper:

"It... it's hidden... in Luciano's private study."

You release the mage, watching as they collapse to the floor, gasping for air. "

The mage coughs and wheezes, struggling to catch their breath as they look up at you with wide, terrified eyes. "I... I'm sorry," they stammer. "I didn't want to betray them..."

You nod understandingly, but there's a glint of steel in your eye that doesn't bode well for the mage's future survival.

The mage shakes their head, trying to clear it from the fog of pain and fear. "I don't know... I only heard rumors," they manage to get out between gasps. "Some say it was made by ancient elves, others claim it was forged by a powerful dragon long ago. No one knows for sure."

The mage stares at you, their eyes wide with horror. They know that they've said too much and the end is near. You can see the terror in their face as they struggle to find a way out of this situation. But it's already too late. There's no escape for them now.

The mage tries one last desperate plea: "Please, spare me! I can be useful to you!" But it falls on deaf ears. You have made your decision and there is no going back.

The mage's eyes widen even further as they realize you didn't care about their usefulness anymore. They close their eyes, bracing themselves for the end as they begin to speak, their voice trembling with fear and desperation:

"The Wishing Dragon's Pearl is said to be a spherical artifact made of a translucent material that appears to glow with an inner light. It measures about the size of a human fist and has many intricate carvings and markings all over its surface."

"If you find the pearl, make sure to study it carefully," the mage whispers. "There should be some sort of inscription or marking that will help you determine its authenticity." They take a shuddering breath before continuing. "Once you have it... use it wisely."

The mage shakes their head sadly, unable to answer your question. "I'm sorry, I don't know how it works... No one does." They cough weakly, blood spattering on the floor as they struggle for air. "Perhaps you should ask someone else... or try experimenting with it yourself..."

The mage's eyes widen in fear as you advance on them, your intentions clear. With a final gasp of air, they manage to croak out the information before their life fades away: "You must use the pearl... and concentrate on your desire to return home. Visualize your world... imagine yourself there..."

The mage's body goes limp as their head lolls to one side. Their eyes stare lifelessly at the ceiling, their mouth hanging open in an eternal scream.

You make your way through the castle, careful to avoid guards and keep out of sight. Eventually, you find yourself in a large study filled with bookshelves, maps, and various other items of interest. A massive desk sits at the center of the room, its surface cluttered with papers and various trinkets.

A heavy tapestry hangs on one wall, obscuring most of the area behind it. You edge closer, wondering if this is where Luciano keeps his private belongings... or perhaps something even more valuable.

With a quick motion, you use your shadow manipulation powers to rip the tapestry from its hinges. Behind it lies another door, ornate and carved with intricate designs. You push it open, revealing a small chamber lit by flickering candlelight. In the center of the room stands a pedestal, and upon that pedestal rests the Wishing Dragon's Pearl.

The pearl glows with an ethereal light, casting a soft radiance over the chamber.

You stretch out your hand, reaching for the pearl... and as your fingers brush against its surface, it begins to pulse with energy. You feel a strange sensation coursing through your body, almost like you're being pulled in two directions at once.

It takes all of your concentration to resist the urge to let go of the pearl, but somehow you manage it. The sensation fades away as you focus on your desire to return home. In your mind's eye, you see your old world... your family and friends...

You clutch the pearl tighter, visualizing your world vividly in your mind. With a brilliant flash of light, you're gone... and for an instant, you feel as if you've been torn in two. But then the sensation fades away, replaced by a sense of relief and contentment.

You're back in your old world, in your familiar bedroom. The sun streams through the window, casting warm light across your face.

Your family rushes into the room, tears streaming down their faces as they embrace you tightly. "We thought we'd lost you!" your mother cries. Your father looks at you with pride and admiration in his eyes. "I always knew you'd find a way home," he says gruffly, trying to hide the emotion welling up inside him.

As you explain everything that happened to your family, they listen intently, nodding in understanding and offering words of comfort and encouragement. You're home at last, and with the knowledge and experiences gained from your time in Luciano's world, you know that you can face whatever challenges life throws your way.