“You're so ridiculous you don't even react”, said the huge boy as he beat Peter with the heavy wooden sword. The sneering look was frightening to the boy, perhaps as frightening as the beating with the sword.

“P-please… P-p-stop, y-you already have everything you want”, Peter tried to speak, but the blood in his mouth made him choke on every word.

“Have what I want? Don't you understand, little Peter? You're my pet, and I'm going to have fun with you until I get tired. I couldn't take any more teachers praising you, talking about how smart you were, how easy you were to learn and everything else. But here you're as inferior as I am, and since in this world I don't have a toilet to stick your face in, I'm going to keep hitting you with this sword until I'm tired.”

The boy raises the wooden sword above his head, but instead of hitting Peter in the back again, he looks around and, seeing some people approaching, disguises and puts his weapon away.

Peter was a shy, weak boy from a lower economic class family, and he had absolutely nothing important, flashy or attractive, neither in possessions nor in his body. When they performed the summoning ritual and called him and his colleagues to the other world, he received the lowest rank among them all, rank E, and was even called by others as "human bait".

George, the boy who beat him, was the exact opposite. The spoiled and arrogant son of executives, he was placed in a philanthropic college as punishment for his bad behavior, and he used violence against Peter to contain his frustrations. When he was summoned to another world, he received the C rank, which was average, which hurt his ego even more.

George bent down when he saw the combat instructor approaching, and whispered in Peter's ear, "if you love life, don't go to the next dungeon." Seeing the desperation in Peter's eyes, he left, always maintaining his arrogant posture.

Peter tried to get up, unsuccessfully, as his ribs felt as if they were cracking. Another shitty day…

“You have to understand that we are on the brink of a war not just against the Dark Lord, but against each of the other seventy-two realms, each of the seventy-two non-human realms, so please start taking this further. seriously”, said Gregorius.

The instructor took the summoned into the dungeon, always instructing them on the species of monster and what kind of elemental magic was most effective for each category and species of monster. Each piece of information was unique, and although the combat mode of each was different, each piece of information was essential to ensure the success of battles.

Ordinary human beings do not have unlimited potential. Every human being possessed a natural aptitude and an upper limit of their physical and magical capabilities. There are a few things that can be done to break this limitation, such as implanting the flesh and blood of demons and monsters into one's own body, but it's not a practical way to increase one's strength. However, the summoned have a completely different physical structure from the conventional structure of a native, and this becomes an absurd cheat. Their limits, theoretically, are the same as those of an archdemon. However, each person's natural aptitudes were still the same, which is why training is so important.

Aptitude ranks are divided into five classes, ranging from E (lowest) to A (highest), and the overall level is calculated using an extremely complex magic circuit developed by the most powerful mages in the realm, which showed both the general level (an approximation of the soldier's average level) as well as the specific levels (the user's average level in a certain skill, such as swordsmanship or magic), as well as statistical data on their performance, being useful to determine the warrior's growth speed, his level skill in a particular weapon, art, or spell, and even the category of monsters to avoid and attack.

However, in the group, there was a dead weight. A warrior weaker than a native, with almost nil aptitude, and who had to be carried by others. Gregorius was already feeling like an idiot for wasting time with such a useless boy. That was Peter.

“Instructor, help me, for God's sake”, shouted Peter as he was brutally attacked by a giant rat.

Before Gregorius could turn around, one of the best students attacked the monster with a spear.

“You should be more careful, Peter, or stay right behind me”, said Mary, a blonde girl with green eyes and delicate features, contrasting her monstrous abilities. While Peter was a low-ranked warrior with virtually no skills, Mary's stats were the same as those of an elite soldier, and she had just started training, meaning she was still at her bare minimum. In terms of power level, she ranked eighth in her class, second only to a select few who had been recruited by the church to wield the holy weapons of the empire. And she was the only one who really cared about Peter.

The boy stood up once more, picked up his sword from the ground, and raised it on the only battle base he knew, shaking so much it looked like he was going to faint. "Don't try so hard, 'Pitt', I'll take care of you," the pretty girl said with a smile on her face, as Peter looked down at the floor in shame.

Although she always made it clear that she had some feelings for him, Peter didn't have the courage to exchange more than a few words with her. Did he even notice? Or is it not? The affection she had for the boy made her colleagues feel even more angry with him, which increased the bullying even more, especially coming from George.

Gregorius even tried to help the boy at first, but after seeing that his growth was minimal, he gave up. “It would be better to sell him to some other kingdom, or even to give as a gift to the monarchs”, Gregorius told his superiors. “A dead weight that will never evolve, and will still bring more and more discord to the group, no matter how hard you fight and try.”

Peter felt that he was not liked, but he was also afraid of trying to do something, afraid of doing something too heroic or too stupid. At the end of the day, whenever they came back to each other, he was the pathetic one of the bunch.

After hours on end fighting weak monsters, it was time to head back to the palace, retake the level exams. Once again, Peter went to sleep with no progress. Mary even tried to follow him, but a crying boy manages to be very fast.

Meanwhile, close by, a teacher and a student were conspiring around the controversial topic of advancing the class, both weaving a plan in mind to bring the group together. One, motivated by unrequited feelings. Another, out of blind pride and deep hatred, feelings that, together with a position of great importance, created monsters capable of doing anything for power.