My Entire Class Was Summoned to Another World except for Me

A certain room.

Bags of sweets that will have books and games scattered all over the floor and about to be eaten.

The clothes are hung on the sofa and the desk has a computer that is familiar with modern times.

And one blonde sleeping on that couch was gobbling up.

"Ah, I'm tired."

Metron stretches out his body as he falls asleep on the couch.

Finishing his business today, Metron keeps himself on the couch trying to heal his fatigue.

This is Metron's private room, as you can see.

The white room I usually use is a business room, and this is where Metron rests.

Filled with sweets, comics, games, and shameless play in the name of [God of Play], this room is one of Metron's irreplaceable riches.

One of the things I've been getting into lately is online games with computers on my desk.

I tried to bring it from Earth with interest, but this is interesting.

What is online gaming so funny?

The lightning would have fallen on Metron's head when he first saw it.

If this data disappears, he dies.

I can't stand the struggle I've had all night to become a bubble of water.

So much so that it seemed, Metron was into online games.

"I'll have to do it again in a little while."

Now we have to change jobs and maximize our production skills.

Metron says in a tired voice as he buries his face on the couch.

Secondly, the content of the job I had left to Sarah here came to mind.

"Are you okay, Sarah?"

Sarah's skills are great for destruction.

I thought she'd be done at her leisure, but for that, I'm late to contact her.

"Is something wrong?"

There's defense on that island, or almost a bunch of magic formations that I made out of a hoax, but it probably won't work anymore.

Even that AI that manages that island must have died of the magic I gave you a long time ago.

"Well, are you okay"

I can't help thinking about it now, and somehow the magic team that goes that far is buried in the garbage room just named next door, so I don't feel very comfortable going.

Leaving him asleep on the couch, Metron says darkly.

- Uh-huh. - Never thought that short-circuited thought would lead to future tragedies.

"Finally, I found it"

A strange voice that sounds abrupt.

When Metron looks up as he lays asleep in that voice he suddenly hears, Metron is stunned by the look of the person who jumped into his eyes.

"Huh!!?!? Come on, you!?

As soon as he saw the person, Metron stood up from the couch and tried to get up.

But along the way, a blunt shock struck Metron's head as he tried to rise.

"Go!!!

GONG!! Build a dull sound like this, Metron suppresses his head like it hurts.

My eyes wept over so much pain, and Metron looked at the person with his head under control, making fists with his hands.

"When I first met you, I decided to hit you once. That's why I let you hit me."

Once again, Metron recognises the person's appearance in the phrase, which does not make him feel any evil.

"Kamiya, Night Rabbit......"

"Nice to meet you. Fucking kid."

The person in front of you, the presence of the Kamiya Nightingale.

Uh-huh.

The moment I joined the Transition Magic Formation, my vision was stained with dark darkness.

I don't move as my body thinks.

Even if I try to move my body a little, it feels like something can hold onto me.

You in something?

In my dark vision, I think calmly.

Is it buried in something, and I can't breathe because of it?

I mean, I can barely do it.

It was me who kept calm at first, but there was a gradual impatience in this breathless space.

It doesn't taste good, we have to get out of here fast!

I put a lot of effort into getting out of this space quickly.

Then it became lighter whether the right hand crawled out of this dense space.

I can do this.

I keep trying, trying to get up there.

And finally, the body was freed from the dense space.

"Buha!!

It finally frees me, and I catch my breath because I was in a dense space.

Ha, ha, and while I was out of breath, I looked around to figure out what was happening to me right now.

"What is this?

I lean my neck against what's piled up like a mountain at my feet now.

It's piled up at my feet. That's crap, in a nutshell.

A foreign object in some sort of unintelligible shape on a wooden toy.

A treasure chest that looks expensive on the goods of a banquet story that seems to be a banquet.

All of them are put in a mess and treated like crap.

I'm driven by the feeling that I've seen these crap before somewhere, and I'm trying to remember,

"This is a magic prop,"

Mel responded.

Suddenly I hear Mel, and I take out the phone that was closed in my pocket.

Then there was Mel standing quietly in his phone.

After that, I successfully negotiated with Mel to get the magic team to move.

It felt like he had no choice, but in that situation there was no more means for Mel to hit him.

I guess I thought it would be better to go and see if it was true than to be destroyed without being able to do anything.

So this is how Mel got me to stay in my phone and come with me.

"All that is there are magic props,"

"Speaking of which, this is what the one at Leena's house looked like,"

Mel tells me and I remember.

You sure didn't feel like you knew what this looked like, a demon prop.

One question clears up and I look around again.

"Is this where Metron is?"

"I think so."

You're no different than a normal house.

The walls and ceilings are almost invisible, but the floors have changed nothing in particular.

If you insist, it's an interior that seems a little old. Other than that, nothing in particular.

After checking the room, I thought about my next move, but the door in front of me popped into my eyes.

If I were to go, that would be the only way.

If that's the case, I'll go down a pile of crap and stand in front of the door.

What do you do, take a peek at it?

I think so, and I gently open the door.

Not so far ahead of the other side where I opened the door, but there was a scattered room inside.

Inside it is even something I know, and I hear voices from the couch in the room.

"Is something wrong?"

A voice that feels young, innocent.

This voice sounds familiar.

Undisputed, it's Metron's voice.

There he is!

I keep looking at Metron, suppressing my impulse to jump right out.

Should I erase the signs just in case?

With that in mind, I imagine myself hiding in the shadows.

“Skills, [Signal blocked] mastered”

That's it.

I got skills instantly and I tried to get close, but Mel spoke abruptly.

"Was there a master?

I was spoken to abruptly and I was a little nervous and I freaked out! and make him jump and rush to retrieve his phone.

"Don't talk to me suddenly. You'd be surprised."

"I don't see my vision, so I want to see it too,"

Mel is dissatisfied with me whispering.

My phone is in my pocket, so it's natural not to see it.

That's what I thought to Mel, who was dissatisfied, but I don't want to get in the way of the noise, so I put my phone in my chest pocket.

"How about this?"

"It's a little hard to see, but this is fine,"

You can see it on your mobile camera.

Mel's dissatisfaction is resolved as well, and now it's time for me to slowly open the door and approach the couch.

Gradually approaching the couch, Metron gradually shows up.

"Finally, I found it"

Seeing that, I make a voice similar to joy.

Metron turned to me in surprise at my abrupt voice and looked even more surprised.

"Huh!!?!? Come on, you!?

Surprisingly, the Metron jumps off the couch, but in that crevice, I take a shot at Metron's head.

"Go!!!

A fist waved down without hesitation pierces Metron straight over his head.

Metron's in tears on my dick, keeping his head down.

"When I first met you, I decided to hit you once. That's why I let you hit me."

I dare not serve one purpose, and I unleash no offense words towards Metron.

Then, when the surprise gradually faded and calmed, Metron called my name with resentful eyes.

"Kamiya, Night Rabbit......"

"Nice to meet you. Fucking kid."

Now here, Metron and I, the culprits that led me to this point, have met for the first time.