I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…

Logan looked at the two demons. They began to shiver under his and Narok's gaze. The large dragon, still fuming after failing to defeat a demon general despite its long-lived age, snarled low.

[Relax, Narok. You've never been as powerful or as large as you are now, right? Fix that—and when the war comes, don't fail me then.]

The dragon growled and stepped away before taking flight, clearly still throwing a tantrum.

Logan wasn't mad. He understood the creature's feelings. He himself just wanted to punch something—anything.

"So, tell me. What were you actually doing here? Did you really come just to fight the darkness spirit, or what?" Logan asked, his voice sharp.

He cracked his whip against the ground. He could've struck the demons directly, but they would likely die if he did.

"Z'thul venak kra'shor!"

The demons kept repeating the same guttural phrase.

Logan was tired of hearing their harsh voices. He turned away and waited for the others—they were only a few meters off now.

Zephyr was already overhead, circling as if scanning for more enemies.

[Thanks for coming, bud. I hope the rest are safe. Logan sent through the link, wanting a quick report—especially if anyone was injured.

[No problems. We killed many demons and weakened the general! He got away…]

Zephyr's tone was filled with frustration.

[No problem. We'll get them soon. Just wait.]

Soon, the others gathered around him, their eyes fixed on the two demons kneeling before Logan.

[Silvia, we need some kind of translation tool for these two. They don't seem to speak the common language of this world.]

Logan's request was swift—he was getting tired of staring at the demons. More than anything, he wanted to speak with the darkness spirit before it decided to cast everyone off its island.

[Can work on it. Just need time,] Silvia replied, already pulling stones from her pocket dimension as she began working on a way to bridge the language gap.

But before she could start thinking, a voice called out.

[I will help with this. Just get off my island after all this is done. I am tired… very tired.]

The regal voice of the darkness spirit rang out. No one could see her—not because she was absent, but because she chose to remain a shadow on the floor, not bothering to reveal her form.

"Speak, Hero. Ask, and they will answer. Just don't waste my time."

Logan felt the warning clearly as a cold aura surrounded him, overpowering and absolute.

"Why did you come? And why don't you speak the common tongue of this world?"

He went straight to the two questions burning in his mind.

[We came… to help the otherworld demons. They needed raw darkness. The vampires' plan failed… They did not… summon a new spirit to overtake darkness.]

One of the demons spoke, its voice strange and forced, as if compelled to speak against its will. Its companion looked at him in shock, as if he were no longer in control of his own actions.

[Came from… Ys'Kara… world of demons… can't speak common…]

Logan stared at the man before him—it was like watching someone deep in a trance.

Ys'Kara? Where is that? And how are they able to come here?

He murmured to himself, but quickly stopped himself before asking what he wanted to know out loud. He wouldn't get anywhere if he just kept asking questions like that. It was better to let others step in.

"Anyone else want to try asking something? I don't really have much more to say to this one."

Logan glanced at his companions, who all stood around him

"What did you do to Jonathan? Was he really killed?"

Ren stepped forward, clearly desperate to know what had happened to the missing hero.

"Vessel… can't… speak…"

The demon began choking on its own blood, unable to continue. It looked like something-or—or someone was preventing it from talking about the subject.

"Heal him, Lisa. We don't want to kill our last source of information," Logan said quickly.

Lisa nodded and got to work, casting healing spells twice in quick succession. The demon's wounds began to close, but then it jerked—its skin starting to burn slightly under the magic.

[Don't use light-elemental healing on demons. They've lost the right to receive light's blessing,]

Velmora's voice echoed across the link, calm but firm in its warning.

A tendril of darkness shot out from the floor, lashing toward the demon's face. Everyone flinched, thinking he was about to be executed—but instead, he was healed.

[Light is not the only one able to heal.]

The demon, now recovered, stared at the floor in awe.

"Well, now we know it's under some kind of oath," Logan said, glancing around. "So, any other questions?"

Silvia looked ready to bombard the demon with dozens. She'd already collected several mutated crystals and clearly had things she wanted to confirm, but instead, she offered another idea.

"Tame them. Make them your servants and gain control through that."

Everyone nodded. It made sense. If Logan could form a bond, maybe he could bypass the speaking restriction altogether.

"Well, we can try that. Although…" Logan glanced toward the floor, wondering what the spirit would say.

[It isn't like I decide what you need to do. I suggest you wait until your next class change, though. For now, ignore those two. Hurry up and ask your questions—I give you two minutes before you're all teleported back to your ship.]

The voice shifted its tone slightly.

[Silvia… I suppose you'll need my blessing to finish your evolution. Let's start with you. Also, take the large creatures back. I don't need anyone else draining my mana. Especially that annoying dragon.]

Without further warning, another shadowy tendril slithered from the floor and touched Silvia before she could protest.

"Wait, but I also want to ask—"

She stopped mid-sentence.

The moment the tendril touched her forehead, her eyes widened, then slowly closed. Whatever happened occurred silently, deep within her mind.

A second later, her body vanished—along with all of the large beasts nearby. Swallowed by the darkness itself.

Victor blinked in surprise, clearly shaken.

"It's not your turn yet," the spirit said, addressing him. "I will test you personally. You'll be taken away later."

Victor nodded silently. He knew that, like Lisa, he wasn't even halfway through his own journey. His trial still lay ahead.

"Well then," the spirit continued, her tone firm and final. "I know you still have questions. Speak—before I send the rest of you away."