"Greetings, young denizens of Earth. My name is Seraph, and this is the Domain of God."
These were the words of a stunning Angel, her voice as soothing as honey. The thirty students simply stared, dazed and utterly confused.
She knew patience was key when dealing with these ones; considering they had been on a school bus barely seconds ago before getting transported to this mind-boggling place
It was a place brighter than daylight despite no sun in sight. Clouds replaced solid ground, and the horizon seemed to stretch on endlessly.
Other than a magnificent gate that stood behind her, there was nothing in sight for miles.
After granting the students a few moments of silence, Seraph geared up to speak once again but was interrupted by a barrage of murmurs from the crowd.
"W-what's going on?"
"Where are we?"
"Whoa, she's like an angel or something. What the hell...?"
"D-did she just say the realm of God? Are we dead?"
"The last thing I remember was that a massive truck was about to hit our bus. Please don't tell me we...!"
The uproar was no surprise, and Seraph allowed it despite the chaos.
Could anyone blame these teens?
They had been on their way back from a class field trip when they were suddenly caught up in this mess.
All but one.
Razael Leister—a young boy and a newly transferred student. He wasn't supposed to be here, and he knew it.
The situation made sense to him. It was because, this was the exact situation he read in 'The Extra's POV'.
A simple novel about a transmigrator fighting against the fate of the world he was forced into.
It was a beautiful novel, unfortunately, it couldn't be because of the author's death before the final arc. Nevertheless, it was Razael's favorite novel.
As a fan of Overpowered main characters and game-based system novels, it was a hard pass for him.
But never in his life could he have expected to be transmigrated into this novel one day.
As a newly transferred student, he barely talked to any of the other kids. He didn't even get their names.
And now? They're all dead and being transferred to a new world.
"Why don't we start with the three who bothered to ask questions? Adonis Levi, Alicia White, and... the last one." Seraph announced.
Adonis was already close to Seraph, while Alicia stood at the forefront of the rest of the students. As for the last person that was called, he was clustered among his classmates.
Ray Skylar, the protagonist of this story, and the most average-looking guy.
He was skinny, his hair unkept, his height average; even down there, he was average. As described by the novel.
Ray would pick the SSS-Tier Skill, [Doppel], with 100% of his karma points.
'I wonder how many karma points I might have...' Razael wondered. He wasn't the type to pick a fight with someone, but he also wasn't the type to back down.
After the initial trio had completed their selections, Seraph adopted a fair approach, calling out names in alphabetical order to ensure equity.
Razael's name ended up being one of the last. Much to his dismay, but speaking against a literal angel would be the least logical thing to do right now.
Eventually, his turn came.
"Next," Seraph announced, her gaze fixed on him.
Razael's heartbeat raced the instant he locked eyes with Seraph.
'Whew!'
With each step nearer, his heart thudded faster in his chest. It was his chance to get a supernatural skill like every reader wished.
"Give me your hand," her voice, like a melody, reached out to him.
~VWUUUUSSSHHHH!~
As the radiant light encased them both, Razael felt his heart race even faster.
Her touch reminded him of the reality of his situation. The excitement of living in your favourite novel, the fear of the future, and the love for the characters— All his emotions were practically bursting out.
'What am I doing...?' Feeling embarrassed, he calmed himself down.
"Before I show you the list of Classes and Skills, there are a few thi-"
"So... how much Karma do I have?" Razael interrupted, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Seraph glared at him, her expression more of confusion than anger.
"I was getting to that," Seraph responded, her slight frown indicating her displeasure.
"Haa... whatever." Seraph's dismissive response left Razael feeling like she was being unnecessarily sassy.
He was clearly annoyed by her reaction but knew better than to interfere.
Finally, Seraph revealed, "Your total Karma Points are..."
With a huge sigh, she checked it again and looked at Razael with a 'grossed out' face.
"...it is 0."
'0? But it was a hundred at birth... How?' Razael felt like he had lost everything. His mind raced with countless questions as he fell to his knees.
According to Seraph, Karma Points were reduced based on the negative perceptions people held towards a person. He didn't remember being hated by everyone.
Razael wasn't exactly a good guy, but he clearly wasn't bad. It made no sense for his karma points to be zero.
"With zero karma points, there's no point in showing you the list of skills or class." Seraph said with a look of genuine pity towards him.
"So, I won't have any class or skill?" Razael asked, the look of despair painted on his face.
"You'll be granted the Default Class [Commoner]. The same Class the average denizen of H'Trae has. As for your skill, you might get a random F-tier skill." She replied with a sigh and let go of his hand.
Razael's selection was completed.
Finally, when the last selection was made, Seraph, now positioned to their right, turned towards them.
A smile graced her face, visibly relieved to be finally done with the students.
"As Otherworlders, you'll understand the languages of H'Trae and possess considerable strength than natives. But remember, wield your powers responsibly," Seraph emphasized, her words resonating with many while others sported mischievous expressions.
"Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Never forget that. Watch out for one another and this world you've been summoned to," she advised, her tone carrying a weight of caution.
For some, it was now sinking in—the realization that they were truly departing for another world.
The elegant gate behind Seraph swung open, her hand gesturing toward it.
"You may now pass."
Razael, in his misery, still looked forward to living in the world of a novel. He might not be the strongest or the main character, but he can still use his brains. With knowledge of the future, albeit incomplete, he could ensure his survival at the very least.
...hopefully.
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