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

While Logan battled at sea, Brian and his two followers were teleported to the coastline of the Kingdom of Elris. Their arrival was met with cheers from the soldiers and residents stationed at the bustling coastal city of Veborodn.

The city boasted a massive harbor, flanked by sturdy walls crafted by skilled earth mages. These barriers had been erected to protect the citizens while creating a fortified zone for defense.

Brian raised his hands dramatically, basking in the applause. He convinced himself the cheers were mostly for him, dismissing the presence of Jonathan and George beside him. Inwardly, he was already planning his rewards—demanding the most beautiful girl, gold, and resources from the people once he completed his mission.

His ambitions were clear: gain enough experience points to reach level 80 and triumph over Logan in the coveted job change quest. And if he didn't earn enough, he was willing to go to extreme lengths—even targeting soldiers to secure his goal.

To demonstrate his strength, Brian ignited flames in his hands, leaping high over the wall in a display of power. The roaring flames produced a sound akin to a jet engine, a sound he loved. It drew even louder cheers from the crowd.

Not to be outdone, Jonathan and George quickly followed his lead, showcasing their own abilities. Blessed by the earth spirit, they created towering pillars of stone with each step, leaping effortlessly to the top of the wall. As they ascended, the pillars crumbled into fine dust, turning their movements into an equally showy performance.

It wasn't as clean as Brian's display, but it clearly showcased Jonathan and George's growing mastery of their magic.

"Look, this will be easy—a few ships, a lot of demons, and some soldiers for experience. Make sure to kick up plenty of dust so they won't even know what killed them. We need to get to level 80 today and deal with that trash who took our reward last time," Brian shouted. Without waiting for a response, he jumped off the wall, leaving Jonathan and George to clean up after his impulsiveness.

Jonathan sighed, already irritated. "As the long-range specialist, take them out from afar. Focus on blasting the spears at those closer to the edge. Make sure you create the dust storm. I'll head into the center and work outward. And don't worry about Brian—he won't die from a few spears being thrown at him."

He paused, his gaze narrowing as he added grimly, "Just make sure you kill everything before the demons can use those mutation stones to siphon the experience."

Jonathan, also known as the Soul Sword Saint, leapt into action, performing a backflip to jump off the hastily constructed five-meter wall. He avoided kicking it to prevent the fragile structure from crumbling and exposing their actions to those stationed behind the wall.

"Always leaving me to do this crap," George muttered as he began shaping spears from the bricks of the wall. Each spear was designed to explode on impact, creating the ideal smokescreen to obscure his and his allies' actions.

George had perfected his craft to the point where he could produce at least fifteen spears at once. They weren't built for durability, which made creating even more an effortless task.

"Well, here goes the first batch…" he murmured as the spears shot forward like arrows. Each found its mark, cutting down nearby demons while kicking up clouds of dust that concealed their true motives from the soldiers.

Amid the chaos, Jonathan dove into the fray like a whirlwind. His technique created a storm of blades that tore through every demon in its path. The air around him was thick with splatters of blue and red—a mix of demon blood and human life lost to the battle.

The thrill of leveling up filled Jonathan with a sense of satisfaction. Nearing level 78, he relished the opportunity to cut through so many foes, seeing this as his best chance yet to advance quickly.

This time, Jonathan took a measured approach, prioritizing specific strong targets rather than mindlessly charging at the closest enemies as he had in the battle at the Red Iron Republic. His gaze shifted to Brian in the distance, watching as jets of fire erupted around him, incinerating anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in his path.

"Damn it! He's going to hit level 80 before me at this pace!" Jonathan grumbled in frustration. He hated the idea of losing, even though he was often dismissed as little more than a lackey. This time, he was determined to be the first of the three to reach level 80.

Time passed, and their mana dwindled as the relentless battle wore on. Finally, they exhaled deeply, relieved to see the battlefield left barren and lifeless. Craters stretched across the scorched ground, evidence of the chaos they had unleashed.

The air was thick with smoke and dust, choking them as they struggled to catch their breath. Their ears caught faint wails from distant corners of the battlefield. In response, George fired more disposable spears toward the sounds, ensuring no witnesses remained to expose their operation—their "greatest level-up mission."

Despite their efforts, only Jonathan and Brian had succeeded in reaching level 80. George, left behind, stood on the precipice, needing at least 200 more kills to catch up.

"Damn, I'm too tired to move," Brian groaned, slumping slightly. "My weapons are broken, my mana's drained... but damn, this feeling is the best." His tone was almost euphoric, the exhaustion mingling with the thrill of achievement like someone intoxicated from the great experience earning.

"Yes, the best, man. I can't get over how good each kill feels. Damn addictive. Not even being with three girls at once makes me feel this good," Jonathan laughed, glancing at the quest details he'd received and calculating how long it would take to complete.

"Damn it, which one of you two stole my kills? I still need more!" George grumbled, his eyes darting toward a group of demons in the distance. They looked far stronger than those they had been fighting earlier, which made him hesitate momentarily, wondering if he could handle them.

"Who's going to help me take care of those blues over there? You guys at least owe me that much, right?" George pointed toward the fortress that loomed over the sea.

"You know I'm not good in water, plus I'm completely out of mana," Brian replied with a yawn.

"Same here. Earth mana's useless over there. How do you expect us to fight?" Jonathan chimed in, cleaning his sword with a discarded shirt he had picked up from the ground. He tossed the cloth aside with disdain, as though it had a disease.

"Oh, come on! We can take them if we work together. We just need to make a dock or something with earth," George pleaded, hoping to sway the others into action.

"Just relax, man. Leave them for now. They'll send more for us to fight eventually," Brian said with a snicker. "I'm sure if we keep killing like this, we'll hit level 90 in no time."

"Yeah, yeah, easy for you to say, you already got to level 80," George cracked his neck, and clicked his tongue.