Hero Summoning

At this school, I was always the butt of their jokes.
Every day felt the same — painful and filled with fear.


During break time, the three who always bothered me came up to me.
Their smiles were sneering; their eyes looked like they wanted to tear me apart.


“Hey, Fujiki! You brought money, right?” one of them said, looking down at me with contempt.


My name is Fujiki Nishi, I’m fifteen years old.
And yes... I’m the student they always target.


“I-I... don’t have any money,” I answered quietly. My voice was barely audible.


“Filthy bastard! Then we’ll teach you a lesson!”


Before I could get away, the first hit landed on my cheek.
Then another. And another...


I couldn’t fight back.
My body shook, my legs went weak. I... was afraid of them.


“Please... stop...” I whispered faintly, but no one cared.


They kept hitting me until my vision blurred.
The sting spread across my face.


“Feel that, you pig! You’re such a coward, got it?!”
One of them spat on the floor before leaving, abandoning me like that.


I sat on the floor, alone.
The pain... wasn’t only physical — it stabbed at my heart too.


If only I were strong...
If only I could fight back...
I would have paid them back for everything.


But the reality was, I could only bow my head...
hiding my tears beneath the shadow of my bowed head.


The next day...


It all repeated.
In class, they humiliated me again in front of everyone.


“Hey, look at this pig! Anyone want to date him!?”
Their laughter filled the room.


I could only stay silent.
A hard punch landed on my shoulder, making me stagger.


“Ouch...” I whispered, holding back the pain that began to spread through my body.


Everyone stared at me... but not a single person helped.
Some girls even joined in laughing.


“Date him?”
“No way, he’s kinda passable... but such a coward, eww!”
“No thanks. Gross!”


Those words hurt more than the blows.
My chest tightened, my eyes burned. I wanted to cry... but I didn’t want to look weak.


Then Arel, the leader of the three, walked over with a mocking gaze.


“Listen up, Fujiki!” he said as he yanked my hair roughly.
“You coward! Pathetic!”


Their laughter exploded again. I could only bite my lip, holding back the tears that threatened to fall.


But... a few seconds later, something happened.


A strange light began to appear beneath our feet.
One, two, three... until the entire classroom floor was filled with glowing blue magic circles.


“W-what is this!?”
“Hey, what’s that light!?”


The whole class panicked.
I couldn’t even stand because the glare was so strong.
And in an instant, all of our bodies... were swallowed by that light.


When I opened my eyes...
The sky was no longer the school sky.
The building was no longer a classroom.


We were in a great hall studded with crystals.
In front of us stood someone wearing a golden crown on his head.


“Welcome, heroes who have arrived in the world of Samboyo,”
the King’s deep voice echoed through the room.


I froze.
Was all of this... real?
What had just happened!?


“HEY! WHO ARE YOU!? WHY DID YOU BRING US HERE!?”
Arel screamed in anger, his face flushed.


The hall erupted into chaos.
Some students yelled, some trembled, some tried to make sense of the situation.


The King stood on the white marble steps.
Behind him, armored knights stared at us with rigid faces.


“Calm yourselves, young heroes,” he said in a weighty, authoritative voice.
“We called you for one purpose... to protect this world from destruction.”


I swallowed.
Protect the world...? What did he mean...?


“Now, state your individual statuses,” the King ordered.
“This crystal will show your powers.”


One by one the students stepped forward.
When their hands touched the giant blue crystal, light flared and words appeared in the air.


“Skill: Flame Sword Lv.3!”
“Healing Magic!”
“Shadow Power!”


Exclamations of awe filled the hall.
Everyone received extraordinary powers.


Everyone... except me.


When my turn came, I stepped forward slowly.
My hand trembled as it touched the crystal.
But... there was no light. No words. Nothing.


I stared at the crystal with a pale face.


Why...?
Was there a mistake?


“The one who possesses no power...”
the King’s voice suddenly turned cold.
“...will be executed on the spot.”


My blood seemed to stop flowing.
All eyes turned to me.


The crystal in the King’s hand shone, pointing directly at me.


“So it is you...” he said with a disgusting smile.
“You have no power, do you?”


“N-no! I do have power!” I answered nervously, my voice shaking.


But the King only laughed softly, his voice cold as poison.
“Do not lie, child. Samboyo does not need a burden like you.”


I fell silent.
My body froze.
Other students’ voices became distant.


Why... why was I always seen as weak...?


“Your Majesty, may I kill that coward?”
Arel’s angry voice broke the hall’s silence.


The King merely nodded briefly.
Arel smiled cruelly, then activated his skill.
In an instant, his body shot forward toward me, and his knife stabbed straight into my chest.


Pain. Heat. The world spun.
Am I... going to die here...?


Arel laughed with satisfaction.
“Finally! You coward!” he shouted as he stepped back, pleased with the result.


Suddenly my body... vanished completely.
Everything fell silent, confused. Even Arel froze in place.


When I opened my eyes again...
I was no longer in that hall.


A horned maid was tending to my wounds.
Her hands were gentle, but her eyes held a strange authority.


“You cannot die now... Demon King,” she said calmly.


Demon King...?
Am I still alive?


I looked around.
They all had two small horns on their heads, but their faces were handsome and beautiful, nothing like the demons I had imagined.


“Demon King, close your eyes for a moment,” the maid said softly.
I complied, and as I closed my eyes... her lips touched mine.


Instantly, a flow of magic ran through my body.
It felt warm... soothing... and my power began to awaken.
My body floated gently, a blue aura enveloping me.


When I opened my eyes, my perspective had changed.
It turned out... my power type was Assassin, and not only that, I was given the title Demon King in this world.


I clenched my fists.
With this power... I could get revenge.
I could destroy this world.
Or at least... destroy those who had hurt me.


Something inside my chest had changed; the fear was gone.
All that remained was a cold determination... and anger waiting to be unleashed.