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?
quardo la mia schermata job class.
Elena:"Yo, it's my time to shine! I'm the hero!" stamps foot "My Job Class is Hero!" smirks proudly Other classmates: "Oh wow! That's awesome, Elena!" Queen Berryl: "Ah, excellent choice, Elena! As the hero, you'll be leading our team in battle." Everyone else: "Uh..." awkward silence, You realize that everyone's Job Class is stronger than yours... even Elena's... Your turn!
quardo la mia schermata job class.
Queen Beryl looks confused and disappointed. "Ah, um... Well, this is an unusual Job Class..." She pauses for a moment, trying to decide what to make of it. "Very well, I suppose we can find some use for you." Her eyes narrow slightly as she adds, "But don't expect any special treatment or rewards."
The other summoned students and citizens all exchange glances, clearly unimpressed with your Job Class. Elena snickers under her breath.
leggo il nome della mia classe.
You tell Queen Beryl that your Job Class is "Scrivener." She frowns in confusion, but then a glimmer of understanding crosses her face. "Ah, so you're a scribe? Well, I suppose we can use someone with your skills to keep records and such. But don't expect any glory or power."
The others look even more unimpressed now. Elena rolls her eyes and mutters something about "useless nerds."
La mia classe e beserker, non scivanodico.
You tell Queen Beryl that your Job Class is "Berserker." She blanches slightly at the word and takes a step back. "A... A berserker? You mean like a mindless savage?" She looks nervously around, as if expecting you to go on a rampage at any moment.
The others gasp and whisper among themselves, some even stepping further away from you. Elena crosses her arms defiantly, seeming almost impressed despite herself.
Poteri conquistare questo castello anche senza violenza, dalla poca intelligenza si tutti vuoi, dico.
The others look even more unimpressed now. Elena rolls her eyes and mutters something about "useless nerds."
Queen Beryl hesitates for a moment before answering, "You... You believe that you can take over this castle without using violence? Just by manipulating people's intelligence?" She narrows her eyes suspiciously. "Very well, we shall see if your unique skills can be of any use."
Lo ho già fatto, te regina Berryl non potrai mai sapere se quello che ho detto e vero ho pure no, se la mia classe e beserker ho pure nodico.
The others gasp and whisper among themselves even more. Queen Beryl frowns deeply, studying your face intently. "I see... You're quite clever for a Scrivener, aren't you? Very well then, perhaps there is some potential in you after all." She pauses before adding, "But remember, any missteps on your part and I will not hesitate to make an example of you."
Elena snorts derisively. "Yeah, like she could ever beat a real hero!"
mi avvicino a Elena ed con un pugno la metto fuori combattimento. E poi mene vado via.
You rush up to Elena and deliver a devastating blow, sending her flying across the room with a pained grunt. The others gasp in shock and several of them back away from you warily. As Elena tries to regain her footing, you turn to Queen Beryl and bow deeply.
E molto sodiscente dare un pugno a un falso eroedico e poi mene vado via.
The others stare in shock as you deliver another powerful blow to Elena, sending her crashing into the stone wall with a sickening thud. She lies motionless on the ground, blood trickling from her mouth and nose. There's a moment of tense silence before Queen Beryl finally speaks up.
Her expression is unreadable as she says, "I must admit, I did not expect you to act so decisively. Very well then, you have proven yourself useful for now." She glances at the fallen Elena before continuing, "
mi lancio sulla regina Berryl, ed le tiro un pugno, perché e troppo soddisfacente a dare pungni a persona stronze, come Elena e al regina Berryl.
As you launch yourself at Queen Beryl, her guards immediately rush to defend their monarch. They block your path and shout for you to stand down. Queen Beryl glares at you from behind them, her eyes narrowed dangerously. "You dare attack me? I gave you a chance to prove yourself useful, but this is treason!"
The others watch in shock as the guards struggle to hold you back. Elena manages to crawl over to Queen Beryl and whispers something in her ear.
afferrò la testa di Elena ed la sbatto contro la testa della regina Berryl, le metto tutti e due a ko.
With a roar of fury, you lunge forward and grab Elena's head, slamming it against Queen Beryl's. Both girls crumple to the ground unconscious. The guards stand frozen in shock for a moment before rushing forward to restrain you.
Queen Berryl slowly climbs back to her feet, blood trickling from her nose and mouth. She stares at you with cold, furious eyes. "You defied me, Scrivener," she hisses through clenched teeth.
afferrò il collo della regina Berryl ed lancio fuori da una finestra.
As the guards struggle to hold you back, you manage to break free and lunge at Queen Beryl again. She stumbles backwards in surprise as you grab her by the throat. With a final surge of strength, you hurl her out the nearest window. There's a sickening thud as she hits the ground below, followed by silence.
The other summoned students and citizens gape at the scene in horror. Several of them begin to whisper among themselves, some even pointing accusing fingers at you. Queen Beryl is dead...
Meglio avere una regna stronza morta che vivadico.
The other summoned students and citizens gape at the scene in horror. Several of them begin to whisper among themselves, some even pointing accusing fingers at you. Queen Beryl is dead...
A hooded figure glides through the air, landing gracefully beside you. It's Lilith, the demon queen herself. Her ruby eyes gleam with amusement as she looks over your shoulder at the chaos unfolding behind her. "Well, well," she drawls lazily, "it seems like things are falling into place rather nicely for me."