Prologue: We're summoned to another world

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*Ka-click* A camera sound was heard

"Iso! You gave us a heart attack" (Random classmate 1)

"At least notice us beforehand if you're going to take a picture of us." (Another random classmate 2)

Currently, it was there last day of school. He was taking a picture of his two classmates, trying to kill some time.

"Sorry, sorry. I can't help myself. I got bored" (Iso)

Iso was bowing his head as if to say he was really sorry.

"In the first place, you should do something about your hard-to-grasp presence" (random classmate 2)

"Sorry. I can't do anything about it. Hehehe" (Iso)

His full name was Shinu Isoide. Iso is a grade 11 student of this particular school. He is 17 years old and his birthday was February 29. He has red hair and blue eyes, which is rare genetic trait.

He was excelling in his academic grades and extracurricular activities. Those skills wasn't inborn but was acquired through hard work. The fruit of his labor was that he became the second ranking student in the school.

You might think that he was doing studying also but this guy actually play video games and watch animes. What made him have time to do all this is that he put priority to his education. Another factor might be is because he is also a bookworm.

He has a hobby of being a cameraman. He was the first choice of every class he was in every time they need a videographer. That was why he was taking pictures

The door opened and a girl entered the room. Many students, especially the boys, turned to look. That was because she was Aimi Fumiko, the most beautiful girl in the class. She was First rank in the school and that contributed to her popularity. The other girls just glares at the boys.

Her strawberry blonde hair was tied back. She looked at the class with her emerald green eyes.

"Ah Iso, you're good at taking pictures right? Mind if you take a picture of our class? " (Aimi)

"Eh? Why?."(Iso)

"Well, you're unofficially the class's cameraman and your skill is quite good." (Aimi)

"What for?" (Iso)

"It is our last day in school so as the president of the class, I thought that maybe the class should take one last picture or something" (Aimi)

He was about to agree to it but something weird happened

The room was filled with a reddish light. Black red lines suddenly appeared on the floor snaking it's way around lightning fast. It was making some kind of shape. The outer part was circular while inside where triangle like shapes.

He had to drop his camera cause it was becoming very hot. The camera hit the floor and got broken. Electricity came out of it and joined the weird lines. Iso saw that ,not only his camera, but other electronic devices as well are heating up and getting broken. It is ,as if, the electricity or the energy inside them are reacting to this.

As it was about to be completed, Iso recognize what might it be. He sometimes see this in an anime or a video game.

It was a magic circle.

He didn't know what it does but the next thing he knew he was not in his classroom anymore. It's too late to run now.

By the time the other school authorities arrived at the scene, the magic circle was gone, and so are the students.

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News reporter: "We're here to report about the mysterious disappearance of a whole class of students in this school. The weird phenomenon started when the people at the school notice a red glow from one of their class. They have thought it was just some kind of party trick that the student use for their last day of school. But just to be sure, the school authorities check their classroom. That's when they found out that the students in that class are missing. They've quickly reported it to the higher authorities. It was really baffling that a group of students would suddenly disappear. The only trace left were broken pieces of electronic devices that is thought to be owned by the students. I hope their investigation will be successful and the students returned back safely. Back to you, Mike"

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