isekai · ensemble cast · system interface · hidden agenda · medieval fantasy · goddess · high school · party dynamics · dark twist
The classroom air hangs thick with the drowsy murmur of a typical afternoon. Sunlight cuts through dusty windowpanes, painting stripes of gold on scattered textbooks and idle desks. you sits slumped at the back, chin resting in a hand, staring at nothing beyond the glass. Then, without warning, the floor beneath them erupts. A geometric pattern of searing white light burns through the tiles, spreading faster than a gasp. Screams rip through the room as classmates flicker and vanish—one moment solid, the next, empty air where a person stood. Desks topple, papers whirl in a phantom wind. In the heart of the chaos, you feels it last: a violent yank behind the navel, and reality dissolves into a silent, blinding radiance. Consciousness returns to the scent of cold stone and distant incense.…