Darren, Chris, and Clarke stood frozen; their bodies locked in place as Jordan lay sprawled on the ground before them. His body was unnervingly still, the wound in his chest was a crimson stain against the pavement. The sheer brutality of what had just happened… the speed, the finality. It had ripped the breath from their lungs.
The parking lot, just another mundane setting of their everyday lives had transformed into something surreal. A silent graveyard where reality itself felt like it had cracked open.
In the middle of all that, it happened. A cold, artificial glow bathed their faces. Floating in front of them were blue rectangular screens that materialized out of thin air. Their soft, pulsing light cast eerie reflections in their wide, terrified eyes.
TUTORIAL SEQUENCE BEGINNING IN: 10… 9… 8…
The countdown pulsed in their minds, the numbers ticking down in an inevitable march forward into the unknown. Time seemed to slow as everything around them was burned into their minds. The death… their friend was mercilessly slain but that piece of shit Chase.
Darren barely registered the screen as his gaze flickered down to Jordan's body again, too heavy to be replaced by whatever the screens were. His friend wasn't moving. The warmth in his skin had already begun to fade. He looked pallid and empty.
This isn't real. This can't be real. Darren's thoughts surged in his mind. His heart pounded in his chest like a subwoofer, and yet, the world around him continued. Though it refused to make sense. His fingers twitched at his sides, instinct screaming at him to do something… but what? Call for help? Scream? Shake Jordan and beg him to wake up? None of it would matter.
The countdown continued.
7… 6… 5…
Then the ground lurched beneath their feet. A deep tremor rippled through the parking lot, a slow-building earthquake that made their knees buckle, sending most of them to their hands and knees in terror. The asphalt cracked beneath their feet, spiderweb fractures spreading outward like veins of something ancient waking up beneath them.
And then… they were gone.
Darren's stomach plummeted. For a moment, there was nothing. Just the sensation of being ripped away, like an unseen force had reached into his very existence and dragged him through the void. The world around him blurred into colorless oblivion; no sound, no air, no time. It was just a moment of pure, disorienting nothingness. Then impact.
His feet slammed against solid ground. The sun's heat baked into his skin, warm sand shifting beneath him as a gust of salty, humid air rushed into his lungs.
Darren staggered forward, barely managing to keep his balance. His head spun as he blinked, adjusting to the sudden brightness.
Around him, a vast beach stretched in both directions, golden sand meeting the gentle break of ocean waves behind him. The rhythmic crashing of water against the shore filled the silence, strangely calming in contrast to the sheer chaos in his mind.
Ahead, a lush green forest loomed, dense with tangled foliage and towering trees. Strange sounds and unfamiliar cries of unseen creatures echoed from within its depths. The world was alive. But it wasn't home. It was nothing like Darren knew.
Darren turned sharply, heart hammering. Chris was there. Clarke too. Both looked just as shell-shocked as he felt. And then…
With a flickering burst of blue light, another person exploded into existence just a few feet away, their body materializing like loose sand in the wind deciding to lock together and become a solid statue. The stranger landed hard on the beach, stumbling wildly, eyes darting in panic.
More people popped into reality; dozens, hundreds… thousands. They just kept coming.
Darren's breath caught in his throat as he scanned the shoreline, his pulse roaring in his ears. As far as the eye could see, people were appearing out of thin air.
Some screamed. Some fell to their knees. Others just stood there, frozen in horror, their own glowing blue screens hovering before them. The world felt wrong.
"Bro, what the fuck?!" Clarke's voice cracked as he shoved past the crowd to stand next to Darren. His chest rose and fell with rapid, frantic breaths as his wild brown eyes darted from the endless sea of people to the impossibly vast jungle ahead.
Chris stumbled up beside them, rubbing his arms as if trying to shake off the phantom sensation of being transported there. "Where the hell are we?"
Darren swallowed hard, his voice lost in his throat. He didn't have an answer. No one did.
A sudden commotion to their right snapped their heads around.
"Get the fuck out of my way!" Chase's voice cut through the chaos, raw with panic. He barreled through the disoriented crowd, shoving past strangers without hesitation. Fear and confusion warped his expression. His stupid slicked-back hair was all frazzled and the terror in his eyes was plain as day for all to see. But all the guys noticed the same thing, something was missing in Chase's expression. It was remorse. There wasn't a single trace of regret for what he had just done. His only concern seemed to be for his own person as he looked for an escape from this new reality.
Darren's stomach twisted as he watched Chase shove a woman to the ground, not even sparing her a glance as he sprinted forward, desperate to find safety. He wasn't plagued by the memory of Jordan's lifeless body and didn't seem haunted by what he'd just done before they had been moved. The only thing the guys could see in him was pure unadulterated selfishness in this new situation the entire world seemed to be thrown into. He was in pure survival mode.
Chase had always been selfish… always. The moment a greater threat loomed over him, the memory of his own atrocity was erased like it had never existed.
Darren's hands clenched into fists at his sides, rage boiling beneath his skin. If they ever made it out of this, if they ever got the chance…
Chris gripped his shoulder, voice low. "Not now."
Darren exhaled sharply, his knuckles white.
The world around them was spiraling into madness. Among the swirling panic, more familiar figures emerged.
Alex and Olea were pushing through the chaos, scanning the waves of strangers until their eyes landed on Darren and the others. Relief flickered across their faces as they rushed forward, their fear briefly overshadowed by the sight of people they actually knew.
"Darren!" Olea gasped, grabbing onto his arm as if making sure he was real.
"Oh shit," Alex's voice was tight, her gaze darting between the thousands of people materializing across the endless beach. She looked to the guys, "What's happening?"
People were gathering in small clusters, frantically speaking in dozens of different languages. Some were screaming. Others stood frozen in stunned silence. There was no pattern, no explanation.
The beach stretched endlessly in both directions, meeting a vast, shadowy jungle that loomed ominously at the edge of their vision. The sky above was a deep, unnatural blue, and though the sun blazed overhead, something about its light felt... wrong. Not the sun they knew their whole lives. Some of them were starting to understand… this wasn't Earth.
Blue screens blinked into existence before every single person. A soft, monotone voice slithered into Darren's mind, speaking directly to him, yet no one else could hear it. They had voices speaking into their own minds that mirrored the white lettering that flitted across the screens.
Welcome (Human) to the integration into the Multiverse.
Your planet (Earth) is currently swallowed in a flux event and is now uninhabitable by indigenous life forms. You are standing in the Tutorial World.
This world is vastly larger than your native planet and is home to both familiar and alien life forms for you to engage with.
Darren's breath hitched.
The words imprinted directly into his mind, sinking into his very being like a permanent brand. His eyes darted toward his friends, only to find them just as horrified and dazed by what their screens said.
Chris's face had gone pale, his lips slightly parted as if trying to deny what he had just heard. Clarke swallowed hard, fingers gripping his other wrist in a white-knuckled grasp.
Olea's hand trembled on Darren's arm.
No one spoke. No one could. Because something had clicked into place. That lingering hope that this was all a dream? That somehow, they'd wake up? It shattered. They weren't waking up. This was real. And whatever chaos had just exploded into their lives… it wasn't going away.
The emotionless voice continued, the blue screens shifting before their eyes.
This tutorial will last the length of time it takes for Earth to fully integrate into the Multiverse.
This tutorial aims to teach you how to survive, adapt, and grow in the Multiverse.
The first step in this process is to select a Class.
Upon class selection, you will be transported into the depths of the Tutorial World. You will acquire your first skills and learn the mechanics of survival.
Choose wisely…
The words vanished.
In their place, a list of classes fell across the screen, just as it had before they were ripped from Earth.
A choice. And a future that none of them were ready for.
Darren blinked as he studied the floating screen before him. It hadn't actually disappeared… he realized that now. Instead, it had simply been overlaid by newer messages, much like how multiple windows stacked on a computer screen. As the latest information faded, the previous menu remained, glowing faintly against the surreal backdrop of their new world. The class selection list was still there, waiting for him.
A sharp breath next to him made him turn his head. Alex stood rigid, her hands clenched into tight fists. "What do we do?" she asked, her voice brittle, her breath coming quick. She was trying not to crack, trying to hold it together in front of the others.
Their whole world, everything they knew, worked towards, trained for… it was all for nothing. Everything they had before was gone. It was a literal clean slate. Starting from the bottom. Knowing nothing about what the world would be like anymore.
Chris was the first to answer. He exhaled slowly, stroking the short beard along his jaw as his eyes flicked across the screen. "Pick a class, I guess." His voice was rough, his tone unnervingly resigned. He glanced up at the others. "Whatever this is… we can't control it. Look around."
Darren did just that.
People were frozen in place, staring at their own floating screens, their expressions ranging from shock to outright terror. Some whispered amongst themselves, their voices rising in uneasy murmurs that blended with the sound of crashing waves. Others stood paralyzed as if refusing to accept what was happening.
Chris continued, his tone grim. "We were moved here by something we can't see. Some kind of force… maybe not even from Earth. This… all of this," he gestured at the seemingly endless white sands, the glowing blue screens hovering above thousands of heads, "is beyond anything we've ever known. We have no control. We just… move forward." He said this last part almost resigned.
Alex shook her head. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came. Instead, her gaze dropped to the sand, her face twisting in frustration. She didn't want this. None of them did.
Darren turned back to his screen, heart pounding. The list of classes stared back at him, a strange mix of familiarity and impossibility. He skimmed over the more mundane ones;
Armorer…
Blacksmith…
Swordsman…
Warrior…
They were jobs, titles, things he recognized from history books and documentaries. Familiar roles in his actual world.
But as he scrolled further, his brow furrowed.
Darkness Magician…
Mage…
Sorcerer…
The words sent a ripple through him, like a silent whisper brushing against the back of his mind. Some of these shouldn't be real, and yet… they were here as something to choose.
Then came an odd sensation, like a pull deep within his gut. He wasn't just reading the words, he was feeling them; instinctively. The moment his gaze lingered on a class, he felt a faint tug, as if his very being resonated, or rejected it.
When his eyes passed over Berserker, a sharp wave of unease rolled through him. His lips pressed into a thin line. That was… wrong. He didn't know much about the term, just flashes of stories he had read or television shows he had seen. Warriors who fought with reckless abandon, forsaking armor for sheer rage, aiming to kill as many as possible before their own inevitable deaths or brutal triumph. He didn't need to know more. His gut screamed no, and that was enough.
His gaze drifted down.
Electrician.
The second he saw it, there was an immediate, almost comforting connection. It made sense. That was his real-world job. But something about it felt… lacking. Too simple. Would that really help him here?
His gut told him no.
"Plus… fuck that," Darren whispered to himself with absolute certainty. Then he thought to himself, If I got shit like Darkness Magician and Sorcerer on this list, I sure as hell am not going to settle on being somebodies fucking lightbulb changer.
Darren's breathing shallowed as he continued scrolling. More words flickered past;
Armored Bullwark…
Runesmith…
Weather Witch…
Strange ones, unfamiliar designations, names that stirred something faint but distant inside him. Some were stronger than others, but none of them felt just right. Until his eyes landed on it.
Elemental Mage.
A slow, electric tension coiled inside him. He froze, heart pounding as he scanned the variations beneath it:
Elemental Mage (Fire)
Elemental Mage (Water)
Elemental Mage (Ice)
Elemental Mage (Wind)
Elemental Mage (Earth)
Elemental Mage (Nature)
Elemental Mage (Lightning)
His vision locked onto the last one.
For a moment, the world around him faded. Everything… Alex's anxious breathing, Chris's quiet muttering, the distant crashing of waves, it all dimmed beneath the sheer certainty flooding his veins. A connection stronger than anything before gripped him. He didn't need to look further.
This was it. This was his class.
Without hesitation, Darren raised his left hand, reaching for the glowing name on the list. His fingers stretched toward the screen…
The glowing text hovered before Darren, stark against the backdrop of the endless beach and the murmurs of confused voices around him.
Selection: Elemental Mage (Lightning)
Warning: Class is nigh unchangeable once selected.
However, expansion is guaranteed as you progress on your path.
Note: Origins are important. It is crucial to remember where you come from, but it does not dictate your destiny.
Commit to class selection: Elemental Mage (Lightning)?
[Yes] / [No]
Darren barely hesitated. His heart pounded, his fingers tightening involuntarily as if gripping something unseen. This felt right. There was no doubt in his mind. This was what he was meant to become.
His breath was shallow as he raised his hand again, this time fully aware that the screen didn't need his touch. His will alone was enough.
Yes!
The moment the thought solidified in his mind, the screen pulsed, its glow intensifying for a brief second before the text shifted.
[Status Screen]
Darren Rogers
Race: Human
Class: Elemental Mage (Lightning)
Level: 1
XP to Next Level: 0 XP
Health: 100/100
Mana: 65/65
Stamina: 50/50
Strength: 8
Dexterity: 12
Endurance: 10
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 14
Perception: 11
Willpower: 8
Affinity: Lightning (Primary)
Skills:
Arc (Active) – Releases a concentrated arc of electricity from the palm, striking a target within 30 feet.
Damage Type: Energy (Lightning)
Mana Cost: Low
Cooldown: 5 seconds
Traits & Passives:
Electric Conduit – Naturally attuned to lightning, increasing resistance to electrical damage and enhancing the effectiveness of lightning-based abilities.
Keen Instincts – Slightly improved reaction time and perception of movement.
Equipment:
Basic Cloth Shirt
Worn Pants
Athletic Shoes
No Weapon Equipped
Darren barely had time to process the information before it hit him.
A shockwave rippled through his very core, like a jolt of static electricity igniting every cell in his body. His breath hitched, his muscles tensed involuntarily, and for a brief second, he felt weightless; his entire being vibrating with an unfamiliar, yet exhilarating power.
"Whoa…" The word left his lips in a whisper, filled with sheer awe. It wasn't just a feeling, it was real. Something had changed inside him. He could sense it, thrumming beneath his skin like an untamed current. His veins tingled as if the air itself had become charged… like his very soul had been rewritten with something new. Power. A raw, electric force that pulsed deep in his core, itching to be used.
He could feel it—like an unspoken instinct, like something long dormant that had just been awakened. If he concentrated, he knew, without a doubt, that he could call it forth. Lightning.
He didn't know how he knew, but he did. The understanding settled into him naturally, as if it had always been there, waiting to be unlocked. He flexed his fingers, and for a split second, he swore he saw tiny sparks flicker between them.
But before he could explore further, the world shifted. A sudden force, unseen yet absolute, yanked him from the ground. The beach, the waves, the voices of those around him, everything blurred, twisted, and then… Darren vanished.
Clarke stared at the glowing text hovering before his eyes, his vision shifting between lines of unfamiliar words and the choices he had yet to make. He had seen Darren and the others make their choices. He watched as some of them vanished into thin air the moment their decisions were finalized, but for him, the process wasn't so simple.
The class list stretched endlessly, filled with names that either made immediate sense or sounded like something straight out of a fantasy novel. For three agonizing hours, he scrutinized each option, testing the connection he felt with them, searching for the one that resonated the most. It was a strange sensation, an intuitive pull toward certain words, a deep knowing that some of these classes were a natural fit for him, while others felt foreign, even dangerous.
He muttered under his breath, rubbing his jaw as he weighed his options.
Mechanic was the obvious choice. It was who he was and what he did. Clarke had spent years in the Coast Guard working on engines, vessels, and all sorts of machines that needed careful hands and keen eyes. He was damn good at it, too. But something gnawed at him as he considered it; was that really enough? In this bizarre, unknown world, where people were disappearing before his eyes, would being a mechanic really serve him?
With a sigh, he scrolled further. That's when he saw something that made his brow furrow.
Construct Engineer.
He blinked at the words. "The hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked no one in particular, rubbing the back of his neck.
For a moment, his brain misread it as "Construction Engineer," and he almost scoffed. Did this system expect him to build houses or something? But no, there was something deeper here, something his gut told him was important. He couldn't explain it, but he knew this class meant more than just putting up walls and hammering nails.
Then his eyes drifted further down the list, and that's when he saw it. Necromancer.
A shiver ran down his spine. The name alone sent a thrill through him. He had played plenty of games that had necromancers in them, summoning undead warriors to fight on their behalf, bending death to their will. For a moment, his fingers twitched, tempted to select it. But then, the feeling hit him… a warning.
If he chose this… he would die.
He didn't know how he knew that, but it was an undeniable truth. His body tensed as if he had just stepped too close to the edge of a cliff, a primal instinct screaming at him to back away. Clarke exhaled sharply and moved on.
That left Warrior and Soldier. Both felt like reasonable choices. He had some combat training, and knew how to handle himself in a fight, but there was something about them that rubbed him the wrong way. The moment he considered them seriously, an overwhelming sense of restriction filled his chest, like chains tightening around him. Soldier, in particular, sent a cold dread through him. What if this system tried to draft him into something? He wasn't about to sign himself up for a war he didn't understand.
That left two options; Mechanic and Construct Engineer.
His eyes flicked back to the latter. He still didn't know exactly what it entailed, but the word Engineer called to him in a way that Mechanic didn't. He didn't want to just fix things, he wanted to build them; create something greater than himself. Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was just pride, but Clarke didn't care. "I'm gunna be an Engineer! Take that, Mr. Craig!" Clarke spoke to the memory of his high school science teacher who told him he'd never amount to anything. Real asshole, that guy. He smirked and muttered, "Fuck it."
His finger tapped YES.
The moment he confirmed his choice, a rush of energy surged through his body. It was as if something deep inside of him had been unlocked, a door that had always been there but never opened. His muscles tensed, his mind sharpened, and for the briefest moment, he felt capable in a way he never had before.
Then, without warning… he vanished.
[Status Screen]
Michael Clarke
Race: Human
Class: Construct Engineer
Level: 1
XP to Next Level: 0 XP
Health: 100/100
Mana: 65/65
Stamina: 50/50
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 10
Endurance: 13
Intelligence: 16
Wisdom: 14
Perception: 12
Willpower: 9
Skills:
Basic Construct (Active) – Create a Level 1 construct from available materials.
Strength and durability depend on the materials used.Only one construct can be summoned at a time.Mana Cost: MediumCooldown: N/A (Summon limit increases with level.)
Traits & Passives:
Blueprint Mind: Understands how to repurpose materials for constructs.
Structural Analysis: Can assess object durability and weaknesses.
Tinkerer's Touch: Improves efficiency when modifying constructs.
Equipment:
Basic Shirt
Basic Shorts
Athletic Shoes
No Weapon Equipped
Chris barely glanced at the massive list of classes scrolling in front of him. The words glowed faintly in the air, shifting as he flicked his eyes across them, but he wasn't interested in sifting through endless possibilities. He had never been the kind of person to overthink things.
Then, about halfway down the list, something caught his attention. The word hit him like a freight train. It wasn't just a name… it was a declaration, a presence. Something inside him recognized it, and resonated with it on a level so deep it was almost instinctual. He didn't need to understand it. He didn't need to weigh the pros and cons.
Chris grinned, his pulse picking up. Without hesitation, he tapped YES.
A surge of raw, primal power erupted through his body. It wasn't a slow transformation. It was instantly overwhelming, like flipping a switch on a machine that had been operating at half-power its entire life. His muscles burned, not with pain, but with a kind of limitless potential. His limbs felt heavier, yet at the same time, more controlled, more explosive. His skin tightened; the very fibers of his being tempered by whatever force governed this strange new system.
Chris clenched his fists, feeling the new weight behind them, the promise of devastation in every movement. His breathing deepened, each inhale filling his lungs with something more than just air. It was as if the very world around him had suddenly become too fragile.
A new hunger stirred in his chest. A craving for release. He flexed his fingers, imagining them wrapping around a throat… Chase's throat. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.
"I'm gunna turn that bastard into a pile of broken bones."
And just as the thought formed, the world around him snapped away. Chris vanished from the beach.
[Status Screen]
Christopher Gaetz
Race: Human
Class: Dreadnought
Level: 1
XP to Next Level: 0 XP
Health: 200/200
Mana: 30/30
Stamina: 100/100
Strength: 30 (+10 from Class Bonus)
Dexterity: 10
Endurance: 22 (+5 from Class Bonus)
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 5
Perception: 5
Willpower: 15
Skills:
Superhuman Strength (Passive) – Physical strength is vastly increased beyond human limits.
Effect: Enhances all strength-based actions, including lifting, striking, and durability.
Limitations: Strength is limited by Stamina/Endurance calculation. Strength tapers off to normal human of the same level as Stamina levels drops. Damage from very high-impact actions may still apply.
Stamina Cost: N/A
Cooldown: N/A (Always active)
Unyielding Body (Passive) – Flesh and bone are naturally reinforced, drastically increasing resistance to physical damage.
Effect: Reduces damage from blunt force, slashing, and piercing attacks.
Bonus: Immunity to minor fractures and bruising.
Traits & Passives:
Momentum – The faster you move, the harder you hit.
Equipment:
Tattered Jeans
Worn Leather Jacket
Basic Shirt
Leather Boots
No Weapon Equipped
The moment Olea's fingertip tapped the YES button, she felt the shift. A sharp inhale hitched in her throat as the world around her blurred, and then she was gone.
She vanished two seconds before Alex, accepting her fate without hesitation.
[Status Screen]
Olea Hernandez
Race: Human
Class: Spear Maiden
Level: 1
XP to Next Level: 0 XP
Health: 100/100
Mana: 40/40
Stamina: 60/60
Strength: 18 (+5 from Class Bonus)
Dexterity: 16 (+3 from Class Bonus)
Endurance: 14
Intelligence: 11
Wisdom: 10
Perception: 13
Willpower: 9
Skills:
Impaling Thrust (Active) – A devastating, full-force thrust designed to pierce through armor and flesh alike.
Effect: Maximizes physical damage output based on level and weapon quality.
Stamina Cost: Medium
Cooldown: 20 Seconds
Traits & Passives:
Martial Grace – Increased proficiency and agility when wielding a spear.
Piercing Precision – Small bonus to penetration when striking weak points.
Battleflow – Slight increase in reaction speed during combat.
Equipment:
Basic Spear [System Granted] Crude, effective, balanced for quick strikes and thrusting attacks.
Basic High Heel
Slutty Dress
Alex stood frozen, staring at the glowing blue screen in front of her. She had been looking at the same words for what felt like forever, feeling something deep within her respond to them, something instinctual.
She had never considered herself particularly special. But as she gazed at the class before her, Empath, it felt less like a choice and more like a revelation. A confirmation of something she had always known but never acknowledged. This was her. This had always been her.
Her life before the system had been a slow, uncertain crawl toward this moment. Every interaction, every understanding glance, every time she had felt the emotions of others before they spoke, it had all led here. And now, the system had simply named it.
She exhaled slowly, chest tightening as she accepted her path. She had been on it for some time now. Accepting the ability to see people's emotions and urges towards her as a basic human being, and manipulating them in the process to get what she wanted. Now… all that was amplified and boosted by the system.
YES.
A wave of sensation surged through her; not painful, not overwhelming, but sharp. A clarity, an awareness, unlike anything she had ever known. The emotions of those around her lit up in her mind like colors, their fear, excitement, doubt, and hunger pressing against her consciousness. It wasn't overpowering, but it was there for her to unravel if she so desired. Alex sucked in a breath. She could feel them.
And then, she was gone.
[Status Screen]
Alex Jones
Race: Human
Class: Empath
Level: 1
XP to Next Level: 0 XP
Health: 100/100
Mana: 150/150 (+50 from Class Bonus)
Stamina: 50/50
Strength: 7
Dexterity: 10
Endurance: 8
Intelligence: 18 (+5 from Class Bonus)
Wisdom: 20 (+7 from Class Bonus)
Perception: 22 (+5 from Class Bonus)
Willpower: 8
Affinity: Mental and Emotional (Primary)
Skills:
Emotional Influence (Active/Passive) – Detect, interpret, and subtly manipulate the emotions of others.
Effect: Allows the user to sense emotions and nudge them in a desired direction. Stronger influences require active engagement.
Limitations: Resistance is directly tied to the target's Willpower.
Mana Cost: Variable (Depends on intensity and duration of influence.)
Cooldown: N/A (Passive effects are always active, direct influence requires focus and consumes mana.)
Traits & Passives:
Heightened Awareness – Stronger sensitivity to emotional and social cues.
Instinctive Resonance – Easier to connect with others on an emotional level.
Emotional Anchor – Resists outside emotional influences, making it harder to be manipulated.
Equipment:
Tight Fitting Shirt (Comfortable, offering no real protection.)
Skinny Jeans
Flat Shoes
No Weapon Equipped
And then… they vanished.
One by one, the newly chosen race disappeared. Those who had made their decision, who had embraced the change, were transported away, their bodies flickering out of existence as soon as they confirmed their choice. It left those still deliberating in a cold, uneasy silence.
The ones who remained hesitated even longer now. Seeing their fellow humans disappear without explanation or warning, paralyzed many of them.
The fastest person to leave had chosen in just thirty seconds, barely pausing before selecting their fate. The last? Thirty-six hours.
For some, this wasn't just about choosing the right class, it was about accepting that their entire existence had changed. That their world was over, and there was no going back. Once they selected YES, they were gone just as the others before. TO where exactly?
No one knew exactly. Some would be lucky. They would arrive somewhere with familiar friends or family. A rare few might even land with multiple people they knew.
But for most? Survival was all that mattered now. It didn't matter who you knew. It only mattered what you could do.
The beginning of integration into the Multiverse had begun. Unbeknownst to the indigenous life of Earth, many eyes were watching their world. Watching for the events that would transpire in the tutorial, and who would rise in power.