The Magic Gunslinger: Summoned to Another World

The sound of frantic button-mashing filled the air, followed by a triumphant shout.

"Awesome! Got you!" yelled Micah Vale, his blue hair bouncing as he laughed and leaned back in his chair. His red eyes gleamed with excitement as he stayed glued to his handheld console, fully immersed in yet another round of his favorite shooting game.

The classroom buzzed with murmurs as his classmates exchanged glances. Some rolled their eyes, others whispered among themselves.

"Does he ever stop?" one student muttered.

"God, it's so cringe," a popular boy sneered, smirking as his group chuckled.

But Micah? He didn't care.

"Take that, you noobs!" he shouted again, earning a mix of laughs and groans from the rest of the class.

Then came a loud thwack!

"OW! What the hell?!" Micah yelped, clutching the back of his head. He spun around, glaring at the person who dared to interrupt his victory streak.

Standing behind him, arms crossed and eyebrow raised, was Scarlett—the undisputed princess of the school. With her flawless hair, piercing eyes, and effortless popularity, she was everything Micah wasn't.

"Scarlett?!" Micah exclaimed. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Shut up, Micah. Stop yelling in class," she snapped, her voice calm but authoritative. "Understand?"

Micah rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Scarlett sighed, her lips curving into a smirk. "You're hopeless. Same as always."

Yep, that's right. Scarlett and Micah had been best friends since elementary school—a fact that baffled almost everyone. Micah was a nerdy loner, more comfortable with pixelated battles than real-life interactions. Scarlett, on the other hand, was practically a queen, adored by the entire school.

The room filled with the sound of angry whispers as their classmates reacted to the exchange.

"Why is he even talking to her?"

"How are they best friends?"

"She's way out of his league."

Micah glanced around at the jealous stares and shrugged. "Whatever," he muttered.

Scarlett chuckled, clearly amused by the scene. "You know," she said, tilting her head at him, "remind me again why we're even friends?"

Micah grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Because you love me," he said smugly.

Scarlett blinked, her expression flat as she replied, "Not in your lifetime."

Micah clutched his chest dramatically. "Ouch! That hurts!"

Scarlett laughed, shaking her head. "Shut up, dork," she said with a smile, swatting him lightly on the arm.

For a moment, the classroom seemed to buzz even louder with disbelief, but Micah didn't care. As long as Scarlett was laughing, he figured he was doing something right.

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Micah was deep into his game, shouting, "Got you! You're done!" when Scarlett leaned in from behind, her presence immediately silencing the room.

"Micah," she said, her tone calm but laced with warning, "why are you playing those games in school?"

Without missing a beat, Micah shrugged, his red eyes never leaving the screen. "Why not? Free country."

The classroom fell silent, the tension rising as Scarlett's stare sharpened. A cold, almost tangible aura seemed to radiate from her body, dark and terrifying. Micah froze, suddenly hyperaware of her presence.

"Uh… Scarlett?" he ventured, glancing up briefly.

Scarlett's lips curved into a chilling smile, her eyes narrowing. "Yeah, it is a free country," she said softly. "And do you know why it's a free country?"

Micah could feel a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. Her aura felt so real he swore it was pressing down on him. "W-why?" he stammered, trying to keep calm.

Scarlett cracked her knuckles slowly, the sound echoing like a death knell. "Because it's free for me to whack you on the head as many times as I want."

Micah's nervous laugh died in his throat. "H-hey, Scarlett, I'm sorry!" he stuttered, scooting his chair back a little. "I-I was just talking out of my ass!"

But before he could escape, thwack! Scarlett's hand came down on his head. Not once. Not twice. Four times. Each strike reverberated across the classroom, earning a collective wince from the onlookers.

"OW! OW! OW! Stop it, you monster!" Micah yelled, clutching his head.

Scarlett tilted her head, her smile still sharp as a blade. "I'm sorry, I'm a what again?"

Micah froze, his instincts screaming at him to tread carefully. He quickly jumped back, raising his hands in surrender. "You're a beauty! A true goddess of perfection!" he exclaimed dramatically.

Scarlett's smile softened, her scary aura disappearing in an instant. "That's what I thought," she said, giggling.

Micah let out a sigh of relief, slumping back into his chair. "I swear, one of these days, you're gonna give me a heart attack," he muttered under his breath.

Scarlett gave him a playful nudge. "You're just lucky I let you off easy, dork."

The room erupted into quiet snickers and murmurs, but Micah barely noticed. He was just glad he'd survived another day of Scarlett's

Micah continued his relentless button-mashing, ignoring the world around him. Scarlett, standing nearby with her arms crossed, was about to scold him again when a voice interrupted her.

"Scarlett!"

She turned to see one of the popular guys—a tall, broad-shouldered teen with perfectly styled blonde hair and striking emerald eyes. The room seemed to hum with anticipation as everyone watched the exchange.

"Chase?" Scarlett said, raising an eyebrow.

Micah, still glued to his console, didn't even flinch.

"What's up?" Scarlett asked, tilting her head slightly.

Chase ran a hand through his hair, his confident smile practically dazzling. "After school… do you want to go on a date?"

The room erupted into whispers. Some students gasped, others giggled, while a few muttered their jealousy. Scarlett blinked, taken aback.

"A date?" she repeated, clearly surprised.

"Yes," Chase said, leaning slightly closer. "What do you say?"

At that moment, Micah's hands froze over his console. His game's soundtrack played on, but he wasn't paying attention anymore. Slowly, he looked up, his face blank.

Scarlett was about to respond when the atmosphere in the room abruptly shifted.

The classroom dimmed, shadows stretching unnaturally across the walls. A heavy, oppressive pressure filled the air, making it hard to breathe. Above their heads, a golden magic circle illuminated the ceiling, its intricate runes glowing ominously.

"What the hell is this?!" Scarlett shouted, her voice breaking the tense silence.

The pressure increased, and the air crackled with energy. The other students panicked, shouting and covering their heads.

"What's going on?!"

"Is this some kind of prank?!"

"This can't be real!"

Micah's red eyes widened as he stared up at the glowing circle. His console slipped from his hands, clattering to the floor. "What the…?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

The magic circle began descending, its light growing brighter and more intense.

"No, no, no!" someone screamed.

Micah squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself as the light engulfed them all.

When Micah opened his eyes, he was somewhere completely different. Gone was the familiar classroom, replaced by a vast stone chamber illuminated by torches. Tall pillars stretched to a high vaulted ceiling, and the air smelled faintly of incense and stone.

"What the hell…?" Scarlett's voice came from beside him.

Micah turned to see her standing there, looking as confused as he was. Around them, the rest of their classmates were also present, huddled together and shouting over one another.

"Where are we?!"

"What's going on?!"

"This has to be a dream!"

Before anyone could make sense of the situation, a deep, commanding voice echoed through the chamber.

"Welcome, Heroes from another world."

The group collectively turned toward the sound. An old man with a long white beard and robes resembling a priest's stepped forward, leaning on an ornate staff. His expression was solemn but calm, as though this was all perfectly normal.

Chase stepped forward, his usual confidence flickering into anger. "Who are you? And what the hell are we doing here?"

The old man bowed his head slightly. "I am High Priest Alden. And you… you are the heroes we summoned to save our world."

"What?!" Scarlett blurted, her eyes wide.

The priest continued, his tone grave. "Our world is on the brink of destruction, and only you can stop it. Please, brave heroes, lend us your strength."

The room fell silent as the words sunk in. Micah clenched his fists, still trying to process what had just happened.

"To be continued…"