Crippled before the Thrid step, ( part 1)

After being finally able to stand on my feet without falling, I wanted to check on the situation of others only to find all of them staring at me.

Seems like most of them have already overcome the pressure and were already standing straight on their backs.

And I was the last and the final one, who had still been struggling to stand properly. Most of them must have already stood up and wanted to check on others only to find me shaking and struggling.

Wanting to know the reason for my predicament I looked at the priestess only to receive her smirk as a reply.

"Damn this bitch"

Before I could even enjoy the sweetness of my payback she had already made sure to pay me back in twice.

The priestess must have used her magic to help the others fend off the pressure while leaving me out to struggle on my own.

And looking at their gaze, I'm sure most of them had already marked me, should have started being wary of me and must have kept an eye on me from the start because of my stupid *mob manipulation Jutsu*.

But with seeing me struggle to even stand properly, my head butting with the priestess and her attitude towards me.

I'm pretty sure my life here is not going to be peaceful anymore.

And the bastard Calton must have already made a few plans and acquaintances of his own and now adding up these in the tray, I'm pretty much sure after the awaking they must have already planned to make my life a living hell.

But leaving these guys aside, the weebs also seem to be always keeping an eye on me, it's as if they were expecting something from me.

From their looks I'm sure, they had no ill will toward me but am also not clear about what they are actual goals are either.

While I was multiplying my future struggles with my own stupid hands, the old priestess group soon finished all their preparations and signaled the young priestess in the white robe to send us one by one onto the altar for our awakening.

Soon at a signal from the priestess, the guards gathered us and made us stand in a line.

While everyone was brought in or asked to stand in line in a polite manner, only I was dealt with in a ruff manner and I was made to stand in the last of the line.

Damn my reputation among the Fantasians was already at the rock bottom with the Isabella incident.

And now with my head butting with the priestess, I just lost the last bit of the advantage I had as an otherworlder and from now on will be treated like shit by the fantasians as well.

Seriously, why is my luck so bad when it comes to my association with other people, it is as though I am destined to always fight those who are in a higher position or more powerful than me.

It was always the same back on the earth and it same here as well, why can't I just live a normal and peaceful life?

You may think that my attitude towards the priestess was the real reason for all this, but I can assure you that the bitch has already made some plans for me.

The moment she got down from the carriage and searched for someone in the group with an eager hostility.

And the animosity she had in her eyes while

she 'Reverse Unoed' me, I was already sure that the bitch was targeting me.

Leaving my cursed fate aside,

The first person to be assigned for awakening was a middle-aged man from the security group of the museum.

The man was guided by the young priestess to the altar and the group of old priestesses asked the man to stand in the center of their circle while placing his right hand on the crystal orb which was on the altar.

As soon as the man placed his hand on the orb group of old priestesses kneeled down, started raising their hands high up in the air, and once again sang the same praises to the Gods.

The same white light once filled the room but this time it wasn't as intense as the first time, the light rays this time only came from the orb and not from above, and this time it didn't spread but directly shined on the statues of gods.

After a brief few seconds, most of the lights from the orb started to slowly reduce until only one of those light rays remained on the orb, and the priest soon instructed the middle-aged man to kneel before the statue and receive its blessing.

As soon as the man kneeled before the statue of God which was bathing in light from the orb. The light from the orb slowly vanished and the statue suddenly opened its eyes and a gentle warm light shined from the statue fell on the kneeling middle-aged man.

The God statue looked like that of an old shepherd with a stick and had sheep by his feet. Soon after blessing the man the light slowly diminished.

When the process was completed the middle-aged man slowly stood up, bowed down towards the shepherd God statue, and then thanked the group of old priestesses.

Which created an uproar among us, the stunned otherworlders because he thanked them not in our language but in their language the language of Fantasians.

Before we could question him the priestess once again messaged us telepathically to maintain silence and soon the guards interpreted him and led the middle-aged man to another room next to the hall.

Ever remained silent as per the request from the priestess but you can the eagerness and enthusiasm in their face.

Who doesn't wants to be a hero? Or do magic or adventure and stuff? It's everyone's dream to be a hero and no one would be willing to say not magic.

And because of that enthusiasm, the line started moving faster than expected people were pushing to make it faster some even tried cut lines only to be sent to the back of the line.

I thought I would skip a few people like this but the fucking guards didn't want me to move a step further in the line and made the punished people stand again just in front of me at the back of the line.

I'm starting to lose my patience here, I know it's not good for me to get worked but you know everything has a limit and these guys are crossing it.

Soon after 4 to 5 people were chased back the people at the front stopped pushing and started moving in an orderly manner not wanting to be chased to the back of the line.

As the line was moving many got selected by different gods and some got selected by two or more gods.

And the first person to have that happen was Jackson for our school. Jackson was a child artist and one of the celebrities in our school. His father owned one of the big brands on Earth.

He was selected by the Goddess of love, the God of merchants, and the God of art. And he chose the God of merchants.

It was not like he wanted to only choose one God but it was said a person can only choose and serve only one God.

But there is always an exception for everything.