As usual in the morning, I was sleeping through class again. I only woke up when it was Lunch break, then went back to sleep.
But after waking up this time, I decided to give some attention to my surroundings.
I looked around and saw my classmates living in their own little worlds.
Some were laughing and happily chatting with each other. Some were playing games, shouting loudly whenever they won or lost. Others were fixing their hair or putting on makeup.
"Tsk… they don't even know about natural beauty.
And a few were seriously talking about studies, their voices calm but focused.
If I separate them in my mind, I could call them the smart group, the gamer group, the beauty and fashion group, the noisy group, the bully group… and finally, the lonely group. That last one is where I belong.
Then someone called my name.
"Hey, what's your food today? Let's eat together!"
Ah, right. That's my annoying friend.
He became my friend because he has a crush on the president. He uses me as a way to get closer to her. The president right now was my classmate back in elementary, from grade 1 to 6. So yeah, we're kind of familiar with each other. For him, that's useful. For me… it doesn't matter. I don't really have anyone close. In the end, people just use other people to get what they want. That's why I prefer being alone.
"Heyy, come on, let's eat… How's Miss President?" he asked.
"I don't know. I already told you, we were only classmates back in elementary. We didn't even talk that much," I replied.
"Hmmmpp, I know you still talk sometimes," he teased.
"Whatever. Go eat by yourself. I'm sleepy," I said, lying back down.
"You're always sleeping. Are you staying up late every night?" he asked.
"Maybe… I don't know," I muttered, then closed my eyes again.
Nine minutes later, the entire school suddenly grew brighter, an intense light covering everything in an instant…
I was sleeping at that moment when suddenly my dream turned white. Everything around me disappeared, and all I could see was endless brightness. My ears rang with a high pitch, sharp but not painful, just enough to make my chest feel tight.
Then, through that ringing, I heard a voice. A woman's voice, soft, majestic, angelic, charming, and gentle. It felt close, almost like she was whispering directly into my ear.
"Welcome… Adventurers…"
The words repeated, calm and soothing, yet heavy at the same time. Her tone carried something I couldn't explain, like warmth mixed with authority, kindness mixed with power. It was blurry in my memory, but the sound left a mark inside me, as if it wasn't just a dream.
Then I opened my eyes. The brightness was overwhelming, so bright it felt like the sun had exploded inside the school. My vision blurred, my head heavy, and when I looked around, the classroom was already in chaos.
Noise here, noise there… everyone was loud and panicking.
At first, I didn't understand what was happening. My head was heavy, my vision blurry. Then suddenly, someone waling towards me and started scolding me.
"Hey, you! Always sleeping, lazy! You don't even know what's happening! We're annoyed at you because you act like everything is normal!" he shouted angrily.
"W‑what's going on?" I replied, confused.
"You really want to get hit, huh!"
He raised his fist, ready to punch me. His arm was already lifted, his knuckles tight, his eyes burning with frustration. The tension in the room spiked—everyone was watching.
Then suddenly, our president's voice cut through the noise like thunder.
"OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH, EVERYONE!" she shouted.
The entire room froze. All eyes turned to her.
"You lucky bastard, saved by a woman," he muttered at me before finally releasing his grip.
She stood tall, her presence commanding. "We don't know what's happening right now," she said firmly, "but I'm sure of one thing it's better if we calm down first and think about what we can do. Okay?"
Some students nodded, agreeing. Others muttered, still restless.
"I know you're scared," she continued, her voice softer now, "because we all have families waiting for us…"
"Well, I don't have any," I whispered quietly to myself while she spoke.
"…but I want us to calm down and discuss things properly. Do you understand?"
The air in the classroom slowly settled. The panic eased, replaced by uneasy silence.
The president called her two secretaries to the front to help organize the Situations. Some students listened, others whispered among themselves, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Me? I didn't care. Part of me thought this was just a prank. But when I looked at their faces the fear, the trembling hands, the tears, it felt too real." "Maybe we really were transported to another world. But why? Who did this? And why us?"
As I scanned the room, I noticed mixed emotions everywhere. Some were scared, some angry, some curious. A bad feeling grew in my chest.
Then suddenly, during the president's explanation, one student gasped and pointed at the window.
"A monster…!"
We all rushed to look.
Outside stood a massive ogre, about 11 feet tall, with green skin, a muscular body, and a spiked club in its hand. Its heavy footsteps shook the ground.
Everyone panicked again. Screams filled the room.
Even the president was shocked. I saw sweat rolling down her face as she tried to stay calm.
"I think we should leave the classroom together," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "and try to find a safe place… maybe a city… somewhere away from the monster."
But one student shouted, "What if there are more out there?"
The panic rose again.
The president tried to stay calm, but I could see her struggling. Her hands clenched, her voice steady but her body tense.
Then suddenly, the same student who asked that question screamed. His hand burst into flames.
Everyone backed away, terrified.
In that moment, it became clear something impossible had just happened. This world… it doesn't obey science.
The fire didn't hurt him at all, and the gamer group immediately spoke up. They had already suspected the truth. Without hesitation, they began experimenting, trying random and weird actions to reveal their stats. One of them finally succeeded, opening a glowing status window that illuminated the room.
At first, we didn't believe him. Maybe only he could see it. But then others tried, and some managed to open theirs too. Not everyone succeeded.
I didn't care much, but I tried anyway. Nothing happened.
The gamer group whispered among themselves, then one said: "Maybe… those who can't open their status data don't have abilities. Or…" He paused for suspense. "…maybe they're just ordinary."
Relief washed over me. Maybe I was just ordinary.
Then the classmate I argued with earlier came close. He leaned in and whispered: "Good luck with your new class…"
I froze. Confused. Was he joking? Or did he know something?
After all the commotion, we finally decided to leave the school. Some had activated their powers, others didn't know how to use them yet, and some only had basic abilities.
I saw one student summon a shiny one‑handed sword, glowing like a paladin's weapon. Those who could control their powers became our guards as we prepared to step outside.
We expected chaos outside because the whole school had been transported to another world. Surely there would be monsters, destruction, or people running everywhere.
But when we opened the doors and stepped out…
We were shocked.
There was no one.
Whispers spread quickly among the students. Some said maybe the others were already outside. Others thought we were the only ones transported. A few even whispered that maybe… they were dead.
And group left the classroom in silence. Their footsteps echoed as they walked down the old stairs. As they moved, the school's true state became clear. The walls were cracked, vines crawled through broken windows, and plants grew from the broken floor tiles. Some classrooms they passed looked neat, with chairs and tables lined up as if waiting for students. Other rooms were ruined, with broken desks, shattered glass, and pieces of the ceiling on the ground. The hallways were the same, some parts looked clean, while others were wild and covered in vines. It felt like the building was split in two: half preserved, half destroyed.
As we went down the stairs, I noticed it even more. This school looked like it had been here for a very long time. The vines, the cracks, the ruined rooms mixed with clean ones, all of it felt strange. It was almost like the school had been abandoned for years, yet at the same time, some parts looked freshly cleaned. I couldn't explain it, but it gave me a heavy feeling.
The hallway grew noisy as different voices clashed.
Kley stepped forward, his tone sharp and confident. "We can't just stand here waiting. I say we leave now and make our own journey. If we split off, we can gather information faster. I'll take my group outside." Five students nodded behind him, standing firmly at his side.
Kristeen's voice trembled as she spoke, clutching her hands tightly."No… I don't want to go out there. It's too dangerous. We should stay inside the school where it feels safer." Three girls stood close to her, their faces pale, frozen in fear.
Kley frowned. "If we stay here, we'll be trapped. Monsters are already outside. Do you really think this place will protect us forever?"
Kristeen shook her head, her eyes wide. "I don't care… I just can't move. I feel safer here than out there."
The arguments grew louder, voices overlapping, the group splitting between those who wanted to leave and those who wanted to stay.
Then the president raised her voice, sharp and commanding. "Okay! That's enough! We don't know what's going on, but our first priority is to find a safe place, understood?"
Her words cut through the noise, but the group was still divided. Some agreed to leave immediately, wanting to escape as fast as possible. Some insisted on staying inside the school, believing it was safer here. Others wanted to travel alone, hoping to gather information about this strange world.
People grew noisy again, arguments rising from every corner. But the president stood firm, her presence strong despite the chaos.
"I'll allow it," she said, her tone steady, "but only on one condition. You must stay with us until we find a safe place. Somewhere with living people, a proper town or city. After that, you can decide what to do."
Her words carried weight. The students fell silent, thinking.
Eventually, most agreed. They had no choice only a few could control their powers, and those few wanted to move forward. The rest needed protection.
I couldn't help but feel amazed. She wasn't just trying to lead, she was prioritizing everyone's safety first. Even when people argued, even when fear was everywhere, she stood her ground.
She was truly the best president we ever had.
And so, we stepped outside.
Some of us turned back to look, but the classroom was gone. It vanished instantly, as if it had only been waiting for us to leave. Shock spread through the group, gasps, wide eyes, even the president froze for a moment, unable to believe what she saw.
"It felt like the world erased our past, forcing us forward."
Now we stood in the middle of a wide open space. The ground was flat and covered with grass, stretching out beneath our feet around us, on every side, the forest surrounded by tall trees, their shadows covering the ground. The school was no longer there. Only silence and nature remained.
Then we saw it again, the ogre. The same massive creature we had spotted earlier now stood at a distance, watching us quietly. It didn't move, didn't attack, only stared with its heavy club resting in its hand.
The president's face showed fear, sweat glistening on her skin, but her voice stayed firm. She didn't call attention to the ogre, knowing it hadn't acted yet. Instead, she spoke quickly, her tone strong. "We need to move forward. Even if the forest looks dangerous, it's the only path we have. We'll search for a safe place, or temporary one, but we can't stay here."
The air was heavy, colder than inside the school. The surroundings were a dense forest, tall trees stretching upward, their shadows covering the ground. The silence was strange, no voices, no signs of people, only the faint sound of wind brushing through the leaves.
And the group decided to go straight ahead, but one student suddenly spoke up. His voice trembled, yet he forced himself to sound firm.
"Tha… That's… dangerous, Miss President," he said.
The president turned to him, her brows furrowed. "W‑why? What do you mean?" she asked, worry in her tone.
The boy hesitated. His hands shook slightly, but he clenched them tight, trying to look confident. He took a deep breath before speaking again.
"My class type… it's Support."
A few students scoffed. "Support? Sounds like a weak‑ass lame class," one muttered.
He heard them, but continued anyway. His voice cracked for a moment, then he straightened his back, forcing himself to stand tall. "But I think I can be useful right now. My ability is called Full View. Based on the description, I can search for anything within 100 kilometers."
"What can he do, search for my lost keys?" another joked. Some laughed quietly, whispering to each other.
He swallowed hard, then spoke louder almost too loud, like he was trying to convince himself as much as everyone else. "I already scanned 50 kilometers from here earlier. I noticed… many monsters around us. That's why I didn't say anything before. I didn't want to cause panic. But now… I have to tell you."
The group fell silent. Then, murmurs rose, anger, frustration. "You should've told us earlier!" one shouted. "Do you want us to die without knowing?" another added.
The boy flinched at their words, his nervousness clear. But he didn't back down. He raised his chin, his eyes darting nervously yet filled with determination.
"I'll make up for that mistake," he said, his voice steadier now. "I know where we can go. It's not far. I detected signs of life, maybe a city. I don't know for sure, but my passive ability lets me sense if this living things is good, neutral, or bad. And what I sensed… was good. So I believe it's safe."
He paused, his chest rising and falling quickly. Sweat rolled down his temple, but he forced a small, proud smile. "The forest looks scary, yes… but my ability says the path is safe. So… uhmm…"
The president studied him for a moment. She could see his nervousness the way his hands trembled, the way his voice wavered but also the pride in his eyes. He was scared, yet he wanted to help.
Finally, she nodded. "Okay. Lead the way."
Some students were skeptical. "Can we really trust him?" one whispered. "He looks like he's about to faint," another muttered.
But despite their doubts, they followed. Because in this unknown world, even a nervous boy with shaky confidence was better than no guide at all.
And so, our journey began.
The first step into this unknown world.
Chapter 1 — End