FFF Class Auto Hero: The Weakest Class Turned Out To Be The Strongest?

Rikuya felt a wave of dizziness as his eyes slowly fluttered open. His vision was hazy at first, the world around him blurry and indistinct, but as the fog in his mind lifted, he realized he was no longer outside.

The first thing he could make out was that he seemed to be lying on a red carpet.

A… very expensive-looking red carpet.

His breath caught in his throat as he slowly pushed himself up, taking in the sheer scale of the place. The obsidian walls gleamed under the glow of suspended silver crystal lanterns, casting a soft, eerie light throughout the massive chamber. Everything had an ethereal glow to it, like the entire place had been plucked straight from some gothic fantasy painting.

And then, at the far end of the hall, he saw it.

A massive throne.

Its frame was forged from blackened metal, inlaid with silver veins that pulsed faintly like liquid moonlight flowing through them. Above it, the ceiling had an intentional opening, allowing pale moonlight to pour down directly onto the seat, as if the throne itself was meant to bask in its glow.

…Yeah. That wasn't ominous at all.

Rikuya turned his gaze upward, scanning the towering pillars that stretched into the high ceilings above.

It was only then that he noticed the banners.

Seven dark blue flags, each hoisted from a pillar, lined the vast space around him. Each flag had a golden moon phase inscribed at its center, and above the throne itself, a final flag bore the image of a golden new moon. Its glow shimmered faintly under the silver moonlight that bathed the room.

His fingers twitched as an all-too-familiar, unwelcome feeling crept into his gut.

Where the hell was he?

『You have been asleep for approximately three hours.』

Rikuya flinched slightly as G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N.'s voice rang in his mind—calm, clinical, and utterly devoid of the appropriate level of concern for the current situation.

『We are at the farthest reaches of the continent, in a land known as Noctis Sanctum—a city trapped in eternal night. You are currently within The Obsidian Basilica, a grand sanctum dedicated to the worship of the moon god.』

Rikuya let out a slow, controlled exhale.

So, just to summarize:

He had blacked out, woken up in a giant-ass cathedral, and was now apparently at the very end of the continent… in a city that was stuck in an eternal night.

Oh, and it was also a place dedicated to some moon god.

'Yeah… This can't be good.'

He barely had time to process any of it before the sound of voices reached his ears.

"Lilith, what will you do if this human turns out to be nothing more than that? A human. You know as well as I do that a mortal body should not be capable of housing our Lord's soul."

A sharp, irritated male voice.

A second voice answered—a woman's. Her tone was sweet, calm, yet intense.

"Vellrek, are you saying you doubt the prophecies? The very same prophecies left to us by our Lord himself? The ones that have guided us to this moment?"

Vellrek scoffed. "I doubt the idea that our Lord would return in this form. You saw him yourself—weak, confused, carrying a dagger as if it could protect him. That is not the being who once led us all."

Rikuya frowned. 'Oh, wow. Okay. Rude.'

"Careful, Vellrek. Your words border on heresy."

"Heresy?" The man let out a low chuckle. "Lilith, open your eyes. This mortal lacks power. He lacks presence. I can barely feel a fraction of our Lord's might from him. How can you be so certain?"

"I do not need to be certain," Lilith replied. "The prophecies have never failed us. They led us here, to this very night, to him. That alone is proof."

Vellrek exhaled sharply. "But what if you made a mistake? What if you're wrong? What then?"

There was a brief silence. Then—

"I am not wrong." Lilith's voice carried no hesitation, no doubt. Only unwavering conviction. "He is our Lord. You will see soon enough."

Rikuya's brain stalled.

A cult.

This was a cult.

Not just any cult, but a cult that had kidnapped him. A cult that was currently arguing over whether or not he was their god.

'I haven't even been in this world for three days and I'm already in deep shit.'

'Fuccccck.'

Slowly—carefully—he turned around to get a look at the people speaking.

Seven figures stood near a massive black door with golden edges.

The structure was… weirdly beautiful. The engraving of a golden moon and glittering stars shimmered against the dark surface, giving the door an almost celestial vibe to it.

But all of that quickly faded into background noise when his eyes landed on two individuals in particular.

One was a pale-skinned man. The other… well she was something else. 

'What the hell is up with that size!?'

Rikuya's brain short-circuited for a moment.

The woman—if you could even call a being like that just a 'woman'—was breathtaking. Long, curly purple hair framed her face, though part of it was obscured by a dark blue blindfold marked with a golden waxing crescent moon.

Her outfit? Some kind of dark blue and white nun-like attire, paired with black lace leggings that brought out the beauty of her legs. A pair of white, curved horns rose from her head, and behind her, a long, curled purple tail with a heart-shaped tip swayed.

She was beautiful. Enchanting. Otherworldly.

And yet, despite all of that, his brain fixated on one thing.

'E… F… G?' His eyes twitched. 'G cups? Those are some crazy fantasy proportions… And she's tall, too. Like, seriously.'

Just as he was struggling to reassemble his broken train of thought, G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N.'s voice chimed in.

『That is the Queen-class succubus the host encountered earlier.』

Rikuya exhaled sharply and responded.

'Wow. Wow. Incredible. Truly groundbreaking information. I feel so enlightened right now, Guardian. Is there literally anything you're good at? Anything at all? Besides narrating the painfully obvious and letting me get dragged off by people who probably… No, obviously worship the moon? Next, you're going to tell me the sky is dark because it's night, or that I have two arms. Guardian, do I have two arms? Please, bless me with your divine wisdom.'

『Yes, you do.』

'I hate you… so much right now.'

Annoyed, he shifted his gaze to the pale-skinned man standing beside the succubus.

The guy carried himself like royalty—arms crossed, posture straight, an aura of arrogance practically radiating from him.

His crimson eyes gleamed, and his sharp jawline only enhanced the condescending expression he wore, like he was always looking down on everyone—even those taller than him.

His slicked-back black hair contrasted sharply against his deathly pale skin. His ears, though short, had a pointed edge, and his fangs—long enough to peek past his lips when he spoke—only solidified what he was.

A vampire.

His attire screamed nobility—a deep blue coat embroidered with golden patterns resembling swirling mist draped over his shoulders like a royal cape. Beneath it, a crisp white vest covered a high-collared black shirt.

A single golden chain rested on his chest, clasped by a small emblem of a First Quarter moon.

Rikuya had no idea what was about to happen next.

But one thing was for sure—this was going to be a massive headache.

Rikuya was wondering how he'd get himself out of this shitty situation when one of the seven figures suddenly turned her head toward him.

His breath hitched.

She was a dark elf.

Tall, lean, not as tall at the succubus, or packing as much in the chest department but she was stunning, the woman took a slow drag from a long, silver pipe, her golden eyes gleaming behind yellow-tinted glasses. 

Her silver hair was braided, the strands looping elegantly over her shoulders.

But what stood out the most were the glowing blue-colored markings tracing her arms, neck, and the side of her face, pulsating faintly.

Then, her lips curled into a smirk.

"Well, well…" She exhaled a thin stream of smoke, watching him intently. "It seems the human has awakened."

Rikuya's heart nearly stopped.

'Shit.'

His entire body tensed. He immediately reached for his dagger, but—

Nothing.

His fingers clutched at empty air.

His dagger was gone.

His stomach twisted as his mind kicked into overdrive. 

'Where the hell is it?! Did they take it while I was unconscious?! Damn it, damn it, damn it—!'

But before he could spiral any further, another, much more alarming fact struck him like a slap to the face.

His clothes.

They were completely different.

Rikuya glanced down and noticed he now wore a long, deep blue high-collared coat, lined with silver embroidery resembling crescent moons and swirling constellations, a full moon on the chest. 

The high collar was lined with thick white fur, the coat split at the waist, revealing layered fabric in dark blue and black, accented with gold.

His pants were black with gold details, fitted yet flexible, and he wore sharp-heeled boots to match. The whole outfit felt luxurious, almost royal—but he had no time to dwell on that.

He looked… regal.

'Holy shit.'

They had changed him.

'They changed my fucking clothes while I was unconscious!'

His face paled. 'That means someone touched—'

Nope. Nope. He was not finishing that thought.

This was bad.

Really bad.

As all the seven of them had now turned to face him. 

The succubus nun seemed ecstatic, immediately clasping before her bust as she said, "Lord Lunareio, you've awakened at last! Although I would never doubt you, I believe it necessary to prove it's really you to the others!"

'Oh, fantastic. Prove I'm really your god? Sure, let me just summon divine moonlight out of my ass real quick. Should I start glowing? Levitate? Maybe recite some ancient prophecy I've never heard of? Yeah, that'll go great.'

'Shit. Shit. Shit. I am so screwed.'