Accompanied by the students' whispered questions of confusion, a mocking voice came from afar.
"Heh heh, you were indeed summoned here at great cost by us, the Elven Race... but you are not 'Divine Gifted' at all—you are merely our slaves!"
The language coming from the distance was not any spoken in their previous world, but everyone present could understand it.
Hearing that distant voice, the students froze in shock: "Sla...ves? What does that mean?"
Munir also looked toward the distance, seeing a group of men and women with long hair, fair skin, and wearing leather armor approaching.
They moved swiftly through the bushes, leaping quickly, bows and arrows strapped to their backs. Nearly all of them had strikingly handsome or beautiful faces. Their ears were different from normal humans', pointed sharply, just like in various literary works—
"Elven Guard tribe"?
Munir was stunned.
Mainly because facing such a beautiful group of people, yet hearing such cold words, made him feel a bit... too much of a contrast.
Many students were also confused by the sudden announcement.
The information in the light screen hadn't said anything like this!
Seeing everyone's confused looks, the Elven Guard only sneered coldly.
"Do you think we spent so much just to summon you here so you could be beasts of burden for these lowly humans? Like other races treat you as honored guests? Dream on! Each and every one of you will be slaves of our tribe, working for us until the last drop of blood is spilled!"
In that instant, the students felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Earlier, many had caught themselves imagining a romantic 'Otherworld encounter' when seeing the Elven Guards' beauty, but now that fantasy was shattered coldly.
Suddenly, someone shouted: "What are you waiting for? Run!"
Only then did the students snap out of it and scream as they scattered in all directions.
Unfortunately, the beautiful Elven Guards only sneered—in their eyes, the struggles of these mortals were nothing but a joke.
As elite hunters of the "Divine Gifted," most of them held roles like archers, Elven Guard soldiers, Elven Guard sharpshooters, averaging levels in the teens. How could ordinary students without any extraordinary powers resist?
They even leisurely let the students run for a while before slowly drawing their bows and nocking arrows.
The next moment, the whistling of arrows filled the air, bursting through the forest like a torrential rain.
In just an instant, screams rose one after another.
Students fell to the ground one by one, most struck in the thighs or ankles, instantly losing mobility.
Munir watched calmly.
He was the first to realize the need to flee and had run the farthest distance.
But just when he had hope of escaping, Munir deliberately stopped, raised both hands, and made a universal surrender gesture from his past world and Otherworld.
An arrow flew past his side, pinning the grass firmly at his feet.
Watching the trembling arrow shaft, a chill ran down Munir's neck.
He knew that if he got hit this time, the pain would be the least of his worries—his leg would definitely be ruined.
Realizing he couldn't escape, he decided to surrender first and look for an opportunity later; the premise of this move was to preserve his mobility.
So, he decisively gave up on running away.
A few Elven Guard archers aiming at him glanced at him unexpectedly: "This kid's got some sense. Maybe he's got talent."
That was the last thing Munir heard before losing consciousness.
He saw a bright green smoke bomb thrown out, and amidst the rising aura, Munir and the other students quickly collapsed.
...
After an unknown amount of time, Munir woke up in a dizzy haze, finding himself trapped inside a cage woven from bright green branches.
His physical fitness was excellent, making him one of the first students to regain consciousness.
Looking around, he saw countless cages densely packed with students, most still unconscious.
Not far away, in another cage, Helen—the one who had sown discord and caused him to be isolated—was slowly opening her eyes, waking up only a second or two after him.
As more students woke up one by one, several Elves walked to the center and raised their hands, signaling everyone to look ahead: a group of fierce, bound Demonic Beasts were being dragged to the clearing's center, iron weapons scattered around them.
"Listen up, all of you!"
The Elf shouted loudly: "You were all summoned at great cost by our tribe as slaves. Don't even think about running. But being a slave isn't without benefits... These Demonic Beasts are your 'welfare.' As long as you sign a slave contract, you can take weapons to kill monsters, awaken professions, and increase your strength. Those with good talent can even enjoy 'warrior treatment' within our tribe!"
Before he finished, cries rang out among the crowd: "I don't want to be slaves... Please, let us go home!"
The Elf who had been smiling moments before instantly turned cold, stepping forward to drag the crying students out.
Those seemingly slender bodies unleashed strength far beyond humans. A few punches later, the students coughed up blood and were bruised all over, their cries turning into pleas: "I'm willing! I'll sign the contract!"
Fear surged like a tidal wave over everyone. At this moment, they finally understood: either obediently become slaves, or be beaten to death.
Munir clenched his fists, his expression shifting slightly.
He had endured bullying from school bullies before and never backed down—how could he now bow to the Elven Guards?
But to fight these monsters barehanded?
Munir glanced around, trying to find a weapon he could use.
At that moment, a strange light screen suddenly lit up before his eyes, accompanied by a mechanical voice—
[System unlocked. Detected host's desire. Converting...]
[Special profession: "God of Rebellion" loading...]
[Host gains additional ability: fight against all powerful beings, oppression, enemies, to earn Class Experience and level up profession...]
God of Rebellion?
What was that??
But the word "God" made his heart tremble slightly, and a vast, inexplicable aura surged within him!
Munir was stunned.
There was no time for him to think carefully before the scene around him changed again.
After the Elven Guards' intimidation, suddenly someone slammed hard on the cage and shouted loudly, "Great Elven Race! I am willing to become a slave! Willing to serve you! This has been my lifelong wish! I have heard of your beautiful and powerful race in my original world, and fighting alongside you is my dream!"
Everyone turned to look toward the voice—it was Helen.
His expression was "devout," as if he truly held infinite reverence for the Elven Race.
A few Elves were taken aback and cast interested glances—someone surrendering first was the best example to set.
They decisively stepped forward, opened the cage door, and said:
"You're impressive."
"Go! Kill the Demonic Beast, awaken your power."
An Elf handed Helen a scroll of parchment: "Sign your name."
Helen took the pen without hesitation and quickly wrote his name on the parchment.
In an instant, a delicate shackle appeared floating from the paper, branding itself onto his neck. He simply bowed respectfully and waited.
The Elf handed him a rusty iron sword and then threw a Demonic Beast the size of a calf but resembling a wild dog at his feet.
Helen's hands trembled violently, yet he gritted his teeth and swung the sword to stab forward.
The moment the Demonic Beast's throat was cut, a brilliant light burst forth from its body, mixed with black-red mist, and immense power surged through Helen like a tidal wave.
Several Elves who had been wearing mocking smiles suddenly grew fanatic: "Hidden Class! It's actually a Hidden Class beyond ordinary rare professions! This talent can cultivate past level 100! Blessed be our tribe! I heard most Divine Gifted recruited by other races have only normal professions, but our Elven Race hit the jackpot right from the start!"
The students watching Helen's terrifying aura swirl around him gradually twisted their expressions.
Though being a slave was tragic, witnessing the power awakening firsthand stirred a secret hope in their hearts: if they too signed the contract and killed a Demonic Beast, could they also gain such power?
Only Munir's face darkened. He had never liked Helen and knew well how cruel he was.
Now in this Otherworld of survival of the fittest, if Helen held power, he would likely take their old "grudges" to a whole new, harsher level...
Suddenly, Munir noticed some students around him looking at him with pity.
Obviously, they also remembered his past with Helen.
Amidst the Elves' exclamations, Munir and many students nearby thought the same thing—
Hidden Class meant Helen would become the Elven Race's "key cultivation target."
As for Munir himself, he was probably going to be the first target to show the Elven Race's power!