What about me?

Perceiving the Goddess was in deep thought. Michael tapped his shoes anxiously from the lack of patience. In the end, when the Goddess decided on something, she was finally back to reality and gazed at Michael as though he did not have regard towards a Goddess.

The Goddess did not mind it and was about to reject him again when another voice interrupted them.

"Just like what she said, Michael. A weak has no place even in our previous world, much less in the world of swords and magic," said the Rock indifferently, "If you are thinking of saving them and protecting them under your wing. Then, it's your choice."

Michael was agitated by his words and stared right through the Rock's eyes. Their staring contest was so intense that the atmosphere dropped significantly, and the only sound everybody could perceive was their heartbeats.

The Rock's menacing gaze could wimp a lion of pride in the staring contest. He then broke the tense silence as he continued:

"But don't drag others to your selfishness! If you want to save their weak-ass? Then, sure! But why are you trying to force the Goddess, her majesty, to do something that did not benefit her?"

Michael was taken aback, and his face was then twisted in anger.

"How could you say it like that, Finn? Don't call them weak! It's only unjust that they received a Lower Class Title. So their reactions are acceptable! I'm only concerned about their health, that's all!"

The Rock was enraged when he heard Michael state his real name. Consequently, his fist clenched subconsciously, and he felt tempted to punch Michael in the face.

"Don't call my real name! My name is The Rock!"

***

Lucas watched the quarrel with an unimpressed expression. Well, it did change when Michael mentioned the real name of the Rock, which almost made him laugh. But he held it in and was waiting for this fight to end.

While he was at it, he calmly assessed his classmates, especially those who had awakened the Legendary Class and the Mythical Class. Before their pillar of Class vanished, Draven quickly memorized those who were wrapped by a blinding golden and mythical light.

Of course, he was not aware of the Class things but only deemed those students who might potentially acquire an outstanding class because of the blinding light. The dusky purple stands out the most and then followed by the gold.

Therefore, he had a bit of knowledge that those students covered by the dusky purple and gold must have awakened an excellent Title.

And when he examined the students that were covered by the dusky purple pillar… he felt strange…

"Let's stop this," said the Goddess, interrupting his thought.

Lucas heaved a sigh of relief as he thought internally:

'Finally, it's my turn to get the blessing.'

Yet, the Goddess's next words surprised him:

"I should send all of you to the Dreka world now."

The Goddess thought for a moment and continued:

"If you are thinking of transporting into a horrible place, such as directly teleported into a beast den, then you are wrong. The Human Empire will gladly welcome your arrival, and they will take care mainly of those of you who have awakened the Rare Class above.

Don't worry about those lower Classes. They can still have a place inside the Empire. I'm pretty sure the Title you gained is not totally useless."

The Goddess instantly thought of encouragement and didn't hesitate to blurt them out with his brightest angelic smile.

"There are no useless titles; only the owners are."

Thankfully, it seemed to have some effect. Meanwhile, The Rock and Michael were still glaring at each other, full of hatred and discontentment. Unknowingly, many of the students who had awakened lower Classes slowly walked towards Michael after thoroughly pondering about it.

Those who awakened the Rare Class gathered inadvertently among themselves and conversed about their Title and traits. Of course, some were vague, and some waited for others to disclose their Title and traits before them.

They were meticulous in disclosing it: some even lied about it, making their conversation an assembly of perjurers.

After all, who knows? Maybe who they were conversing with right now might be their enemy later. For now, they should gather enough information, socialize and build relationships with their classmates as it was the only solution they could grasp.

It was still better to become a comrade to those they were familiar with than befriend an unknown.

And inadvertently, boys gathered themselves, and so were girls, but were hesitating whether they should follow the boys for now.

They needed someone to rely on at the moment.

Meanwhile, seeing them discussing something important with their own group, the Goddess paused her announcement to transport them in a while. Right now, though, something caught her attention.

No, not something… someone.

A girl with silver hair to her shoulder length, slightly slim, but his posture and demeanor were akin to a model.

'Wait? What's a model?'

The Goddess shook her head and continued to scrutinize the girl.

If only her figure was enough to smite even the Gods, what about her face, then? Even the Goddess had to admit she was not that gorgeous when she was a mortal… She was already regarded as a saint too.

Yet compared to this girl, as though her face was carved meticulously by the Old stagger himself, with the intent to create the beautiful woman in the mortal world!

"U-Uh…" Lucas' voice interrupted her thought.

The Goddess felt slightly annoyed by it and looked at the source, and her eyes eventually landed on a young man. When she was finally conscious enough to try and recognize him… she was stunned.

One thought appeared in her mind.

'How come I don't recognize him? Who is he? I'm pretty sure I examined all the students who received my blessings when they were wrapped by the golden pillar.

But, why don't I have the recollection of seeing him?'

Suddenly, the Goddess recalled all the students who were wrapped by the golden pillar and was surprised when her photographic memory counted them again.

The number of students who received her blessings… was only 31.

When there were 32 students that the Old Stagger bestowed to her.

Before she could organize her chaotic thoughts, Lucas had finally found the courage to ask the Goddess, but he still stuttered, though.

"W-What about me?"