Not for the first time, I found myself contemplating ending it all.

I had lived my life adhering to strict non-violent principles, I had always tried to be friendly and helpful to everyone I could. So why was it that I was targeted?

The bullying was one thing, they targeted my pride and humiliated me constantly:

Drinking toilet water, having scars and burns left on my body, gum stuck in my hair.

I could handle the physical abuse from those brutes.

What I couldn't handle was the isolation and the betrayal.

When you're the target of bullying, some people try to help but can't, some try to join in and bully you further, some are completely apathetic, some don't have the confidence to step in.

I knew all that, but it still sounded like bullshit excuses to me.

I was suffering, yet the most help I recieved were sympathetic glances and the occasional quiet apology.

Their betrayal hurt me far more than the bullying did, I couldn't tell anyone despite how much I wanted to.

My adoptive parents above all didn't want me to make a scene, as the potential heir of a large corporation scandals and bullying were out of the question.

The second the words bullying left my mouth, I would be berated by them no matter how much I tried to explain.

I had lived my whole life that way, trapped in a cage of authority and unfairness.

I had no qualms about living in such a society for my whole life, I wasn't some edgelord trying to make sweeping systematic changes.

I just wanted those in power to not exploit me.

That was too much to ask for, the bullying had continued for years and years.

My emotions never faded or anything like that, though outwardly I clearly became less expressive.

I knew at that rate I would do something stupid like bring a weapon to school and kill them, and achieve the reaction the bullies wanted.

So I had gotten to the point of once again considering ending my own life, but that was cut short.

I heard all too familar voices, five boys in the same year as me.

There was another voice I also heard, that of the bullies ringleader.

Nina.

She was an extremely ugly girl, well not outwardly but I couldn't help but see her true face when I looked at her outward shell.

She was a manipulator, she had targeted many boys and girls before me.

Her actions had eventually led to the death of a girl a few years prior, the target before myself.

She had no qualms about the methods the bullies used so long as they made her target suffer.

As I heard the approach of the people who had made me suffer, their youthful laughing and joy motivated me to take action.

The desire to throw myself from the school roof quickly faded, along with the desire to violently hurt the bullies.

I simply wanted to punch that bitch in the face, sadly life isn't so cathartic.

From the ground below, a hollow circle of shimmering blue light enveloped the school.

The circle began to fill out with foreign runic symbols that spread faster than my eyes could track, the school was enveloped in an instant and the light spread upwards as though infecting the school building.

The instant I was touched by the light, the sensation of standing on the ground disappeared.

Words filled my mind like air rushing through a broken window in an aeroplane.

"You... are... the... heir. Seize... this... world."

The voice was deliberate and spaced out, clear like a radio delivering an emergency signal as I felt the same force that was talking to me remove something from my chest and fade away.

Before I could process what happened, hundreds of familiar faces were suddenly in an absurdly large room.

The scale of the room was grand, the walls simple in shape but decorated lavishly by someone with poor or no taste.

My reaction seemed absurd to me, I was more focused on the interior design of the room I was in than the fact that I suddenly WAS in an unfamiliar room.

My heart was used to maintaining a calm beat under extreme stress from the torment I had to bear.

I could tell that I was one of the calmer ones as numerous screams and confused angry shouts pierced my ears like a thousand idiot arrows.

The scenario seemed familiar enough to me, it clearly was too detailed and consistent to be a dream.

I could rule out the use of drugs since everyone seemed to be seeing the same things, and I certainly hadn't taken any.

That left a few possibilities, but the simplest one was that we had been brought here intentionally.

"Brave heroes! Do not be alarmed! I am king Alan! I do not summon you here under light circumstances, our goddess has requested that we bring you here as youthful humans with high potential as heroes!"

His speech allowed me to fill in the details of the situation relatively quickly.

But the word that seemed to arouse some sort of extreme anger in my soul was the word 'goddess'.

I presumed that it would be best to stay quiet and hope that the situation would mostly resolve itself amongst the rest of the school, whether they had the means to deliver us back was the thing I wanted to determine quickly.

"The existence of a great and powerful group of threats to our world has appeared, as the representative of all of our kingdoms we ask you to become heroes and root out the evil from our world."

No helpful information was given, so I determined that he was prioritized more on whether or not we would make good soldiers.

I could tell at a glance that the king was neither an honest nor a just man, he likely planned to keep us all there forever chasing nebulous threats.

We were most likely convenient pest control, and free help that only required basic training.

My initial assessment of the king was only reinforced as his vague explanation gave way to what he called a 'status check'.

The students who had no real recourse or way to resist were made to say "Status" to display some sort of numerical representation of their potential.

I didn't find it particularly interesting but my eyes noticed the guards in the room making escape difficult if not impossible.

The kingdom seperated the students into ranked groups from E to A, with seven students being put in a special S tier group.

S consisted of people from the age range of the entire school and followed no real patern.

But I could tell from the king's expression that the number of people in tier S pleased him greatly.

I was eventually made to come forward and displayed my own status.

The guards checked it without much interest and eventually placed me into the lowest E tier group.

The ranking itself didn't bother me, the fact that the guards checked my status and didn't even allow me to do it first pissed me off more.

I opened up my own status window to confirm for myself, but the fact that our attributes were represented in numbers presented a problem.

Name: Rem Gallant Lvl: 0 Race: God Class: None Class skills: None Skills: None Unique Skills: None Blessings: None Titles: Heir of Light, Heir of dark, Shadow lord, Light prince Str: 1 Dex: 1 Vit: 1 Int: 1 Res: 1 Men: 1 Wis: 1

There was no way for me to compare my own status against that of anyone else, since only the guards seemed able to see someone else's status.

The title's and race section interested me far more.

The word "heir" clearly seemed related to the disembodied voice that reached out to me during the summoning, but I was mainly speculating.

My race being "God" was even more of a suprise, I had never met my parents but the idea of me being a God with human parents seemed silly to me.

Then the thought occured that maybe my parents weren't human at all, and that they could've been God's from this world or my previous one.

The thought made me embarrassed, I had no idea I could possess such an ego.

With no further options but to observe, I set my eyes on the king who didn't seem to be finished speaking.

"Those in D to A class will be sent to various kingdoms to train officially to become heroes.

Those in S class will be trained here in our glorious kingdom.

Those in E class will remain here for their own safety and to engage in special training to raise their potential."

I called bullshit immediately.

They were going to do extremely messed up things to the weak ones until we either became strong or were a burden and could be disposed of.

Though the king seemed spineless and extremely sly, he would probably arrange accidental deaths for the weakest in E class and bother experimenting on the closest ones to D class.

"Additionally, we will allow each of you to awaken to the potential on your status and receive a profession.

Those in S class will begin first, following nsturally through to E class."

Events progressing seemed like a good thing, similarly to checking our status we were herded and awakened one by one.

I checked my status for the second time.

Name: Rem Gallant Lvl: 0 Race: God Class: Healer, ??? Class skills: Heal Skills: None Unique Skills: None Blessings: None Titles: Heir of Light, Heir of dark, Shadow lord, Light prince Str: 1 Dex: 1 Vit: 1 Int: 1 Res: 1 Men: 1 Wis: 1

Healer seemed like a decent profession but I had nothing to compare it against, the disinterested look from the knight in charge of awakenings gave me the impression that the profession was extremely common.

I listened in to people discussing, keeping a mental count of the number of times I heard the word healer.

I counted one hundred and thirty people.

That seemed to be quite a common profession as the rest seemed to be more spread out.

Some people seemed to be recieving multiple professions at once which intrigued me due to the empty slot on my status which I heard no other person mention.

Healer.

Warrior.

Archer.

Knight.

Assasin.

Magician.

Priest.

Paladin.

Magic swordsman.

Blacksmith.

Hero.

Those were all the professions that I heard distinctly accross the whole room sorted by most common to least common, in particular the S class all seemed to possess the profession hero in combination with another profession.

Whilst looking at the S class, I noticed that Nina was amongst them.

That bitch had actually recieved extreme power and potential, the chances of me punching her disgusting face faded to zero.

The rest of my bullies seemed to be sorted into C to A class.

It irritated me that their potential seemed alot higher than mine despite their disgusting inner selves.

The king seemed to finish his instruction, leading the new S rank heroes to their quarters in the castle whilst preparing teleportation magic for D to A ranks.

That left the few people left in E rank, only the bottom and the top were left to hang around in the castle.