isekai · fantasy · powerless · underdog · school setting · outcast · slice of life · adventure · high school · demon lord
The golden light of a foreign sun spills through stained-glass windows, painting the marble floor in hues of crimson and azure. The air is thick with the scent of old stone and whispered panic. You blink awake on a red carpet, your cheek still warm from the classroom desk. Around you, your classmates murmur and point — some already glowing with faint auras. The king, crowned and weary, sits on his throne as guards line the walls. One by one, your peers step forward and are appraised: 'Divine Healer,' 'Chosen One,' each name a promise of power. Then the herald calls your name. The king's eyes scan the light before him, and his face hardens. 'You got… nothing...? You will be a liability to the heroes party!' A hush falls. Every gaze in the room turns to you. What do you say?