Next up: Amy Blunt.
"Status Open."
A similar screen appeared — bathed in a gentle golden light.
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Name: Amy Blunt
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Level: 1
Class: Saintess (SS-Rank)
Strength: 50
Agility: 65
Magic: 130
Skills:
Divine Blessing – Heals and removes debuffs from allies.
Sacred Barrier – Absorbs damage and nullifies dark magic.
Holy Smite – Light-element nuke against undead/demons.
Soul Cleanse – Dispels all negative status effects.
Charisma Aura – Boosts morale and expands healing radius.
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"Another divine blessing!!"
"She's a Saintess! We got the Saintess!!"
"We're so blessed!"
"She can revive people! That's insane!"
Knights began murmuring among themselves.
"She's perfect. With her and the Hero, our chances double."
Even Selene nodded approvingly, a flicker of envy in her eyes.
Amy blushed, trying to downplay it.
"I-I'll do my best… I'm not used to this much attention…"
Lisa Trent stepped up next.
"Status Open."
A soft green shimmer revealed her display.
Name: Lisa Trent
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Level: 1
Class: Blade Dancer (S-Rank)
Strength: 75
Agility: 115
Magic: 70
Skills:
Flurry Strike – Unleashes a rapid combo.
Windstep – Instant short-range burst movement.
Dance of the Crescent Moon – AoE blade technique.
Riposte Flow – Auto-counter after dodge.
Grace in Motion – Passive evasion and crit rate buff.
"Wow… she's like a ninja!"
"No, like a battle ballerina!"
"An S-Rank Blade Dancer… that's rare even here!"
Lisa gave a confident smile, flipping her hair.
"I guess dance class paid off, huh?"
One of the knights muttered to another, "She moves like the wind…"
Then came Jason.
Jason practically strutted to the altar, flexing his fingers.
"Status Open."
His screen sparked with blue and red energy.
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Name: Jason Miller
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Level: 1
Class: Magic Knight (S-Rank)
Strength: 85
Agility: 80
Magic: 90
Skills:
Elemental Slash – Enchant blade with fire, lightning, or ice.
Mana Burst – Temporarily charge blade with explosive force.
Magic Guard – Creates temporary protective field.
Overdrive Mode – Boosts stats drastically when HP is low.
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Jason let out a low whistle.
"Well damn, looks like I'm a badass in both swordplay and magic."
He looked over his shoulder and winked.
"Ladies, any of you need a personal guard, you know where to find me."
Two girls with B-rank classes practically clamped to him, their arms looped through his.
"Jason~ you're so cool!"
"Can I stick close to you? I get scared easily~"
Jason smirked.
"Stick as close as you want."
Their soft chests pressed tightly against his arms.
'Of course. This guy gets S-Rank and an instant harem.'
'It's like watching a dating sim in real time.'
And then… it was Oliver's turn.
Selene called him half-heartedly, like someone reminding a stray dog it's dinner time.
"Oliver Shaw. Step forward."
Everyone turned. They weren't excited — just curious.
They wanted to see what an F-Rank looked like.
What failure really looked like.
Oliver walked up slowly.
'Please… just don't let it be embarrassing. I'll take anything remotely decent.'
He stepped onto the altar.
"Status Open."
A dull, brown light flickered once, like a dying candle. No shine. No glow.
Just a weak, sputtering shimmer.
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Name: Oliver Shaw
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Level: 1
Class: Linguist (F-Rank)
Strength: 15
Agility: 18
Magic: 22
Skill:
• Language Comprehension – Understand and speak any language.
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Silence.
And then…
"BAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Did he just get Translator-kun as a class?!"
"He's literally Google Translate!"
"Yo, somebody give this man a headset!"
"Bro got kidnapped into another world to be a tourist guide!"
Even some of the guards looked away, trying not to laugh.
Selene frowned. "F-Rank. Linguist. One of the lowest classes. Largely… ceremonial."
Jason whistled.
"Hey, Ollie, if we ever run into angry ducks, you're our guy."
Amy winced.
"Oh god… that's brutal…"
Oliver stepped down, face blank.
'So this is what rock bottom looks like.'
'Even here… I'm still the useless one.'
Selene didn't bother offering encouragement.
She had already moved on.
Oliver's humiliating moment, mercifully, didn't last long.
The next student stepped up for appraisal — a girl from the front row — and was quickly announced to have a C-Rank Class.
Not outstanding. Not legendary.
But still better.
"Ah, at least that's usable."
"Not bad at all."
"Way better than… that."
Even whispers like that stung.
'C-Rank and they're still getting pats on the back. Meanwhile, I'm apparently the guy you bring along just to translate menus at restaurants…' Oliver thought bitterly.
Some of the knights were exchanging glances in his direction. Not mockery — but worse. Pity.
And the other students? Most of them had stopped even trying to hide their smugness. To them, he wasn't even in the same league anymore. Just a weird blip. A mistake.
'Even the background extras in this world are giving me stink-eye... Great. Guess "F" means "Failure" no matter where you go.'
He tried to keep his expression neutral as he quietly stepped down and moved away from the group, toward the far edge of the room — near the corner by one of the massive stone pillars.
There, where no one was paying attention, he slouched down against the cold marble wall, pulled his knees up slightly, and let out a long sigh.
'I'm in another world. Supposed to be some grand chosen hero. And yet... nothing's changed.'
'Once again, life's unfairness hit me like a ton of bricks.'
He clenched his jaw, not from anger — from resignation. The kind you feel after taking one hit too many.
And still, somewhere deep down…
He couldn't help but think:
'There's got to be more to this, right? Please tell me this isn't it.'