Yuto was just trying to reheat curry. That was it. One normal night, one tired high school student, one microwave.

  Then the microwave flashed white, screamed like a dying fax machine, and yanked him through a portal.

  When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a marble throne room that reeked of incense and awkward energy. Beside him were four other students from his school: Kaito, Reina, Daiki, and Mei.

  They all looked around.

  Kaito cracked his knuckles. “Yo, is this... Isekai? Bro, finally. Knew all that anime was training.”

  Reina folded her arms. “If this is a dream, I want a refund.”

  Mei just checked her phone. It didn’t work.

  Yuto tried to process the situation but kept thinking about how his curry was still sitting in the microwave. Getting cold.

  An old man appeared in a puff of very extra smoke. Beard like Santa Claus, robes like a cult leader. Classic.

  “Welcome, chosen ones!” he boomed. “You have been summoned to save our world!”

  Kaito fist-pumped. “Let’s GOOOO.”

  “We shall now bestow upon you the divine Skills given by the Goddess herself,” the old man continued.

  Magical cards appeared above their heads, glowing blue, spinning slowly like fantasy baseball cards.

  Each one revealed a single word.

  Kaito’s card flickered, revealing [Hero’s Blade]. The card spun with a shing sound, and he struck a dramatic pose. “Yeah, this is what I’m talking about! No one’s ready for this legendary sword!”

  Reina’s card flashed, revealing [Holy Aura]. She tilted her head like a goddess and smirked. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m here to heal you all. And burn down anything evil. Hope that’s okay.”

  Daiki’s card lit up, showing [Dragon Bond]. He looked at it, shrugged, and said, “Guess I’m gonna be riding dragons. I’ll pick up dinner while I’m at it.”

  Mei’s card appeared, showing [Chrono Blink]. She blinked and said, “I can slow time. But don’t worry, I won’t blink too fast and leave you all behind.” She grinned mischievously.

  Then came Yuto’s card.

  It slowly appeared, glowing ominously as a slight breeze picked up. He stared at it.

  [Spell Spam]

  “...Wait. Hold on. What?”

  The others glanced at it.

  Kaito burst out laughing. “Bro, you got the magical version of ‘Hold Down the Button.’”

  Reina smirked. “Hey, at least you’ll never run out of mana. If anything, you’ll break the world with sheer repetition.”

  Daiki crossed his arms. “So, what, you just spam Fireball at the enemy until they get tired of you?”

  Mei chuckled. “It’s like playing a rhythm game... but the rhythm is a disaster.”

  Yuto stared up at his card. “It says I can cast the same spell over and over until I stop it. It sounds kind of... strong? Right?”

  “I’ll be honest, it sounds like a circus trick,” Kaito said, wiping away tears of laughter.

  “Shut up,” Yuto muttered.

  You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

  The old man scratched his beard, glancing nervously at the group. “Well... every hero plays their part... even the... repetitive ones.”

  The group exchanged glances and nodded, but it was clear none of them took him seriously.

  ---

  Later, after Yuto was unceremoniously kicked out of the kingdom (and given a sack of toast and a stick), he trudged into the nearby forest. His robe was too big, and his pride had been shredded into nothing.

  “I guess this is my new life now,” he grumbled. “Exiled because my skill is ‘useless.’”

  He was halfway into the forest, mumbling about curry and bad decisions, when he thought to try his new skill. The only one he had.

  “Okay... ‘Spell Spam.’ Let’s give this a shot.”

  He pointed his wand at a random rock and muttered, “Firebolt.”

  A tiny spark shot out, hitting the rock with a soft thud. The rock didn’t even notice.

  “Okay, that’s lame. Let’s try again.”

  He aimed and muttered, “Firebolt.”

  This time, a large fiery bolt shot from his wand, exploding the rock into bits. “Oh! Okay, now we’re talking.”

  Then another one shot out.

  And another.

  And another.

  And another.

  “OH GOD STOP—”

  FWOOM. FWOOM. FWOOM. FWOOM. FWOOM. FWOOM.

  “STOOOOP!” Yuto screamed, rolling on the ground as firebolts kept shooting out like a malfunctioning garden hose. The trees were on fire. The rocks were pulverized. His emergency toast was now toast in more ways than one.

  Finally, he screamed, “STOP!” and the spell halted.

  The forest was a mess. The boulder he’d aimed at was gone, turned into a smoking crater. A nearby bush had caught fire, and a squirrel was very confused.

  Yuto sat up, covered in soot and looking like he’d just walked out of an action movie. “Okay... that was horrifying. And also kind of awesome.”

  He grinned. “Alright, world. Let’s see if I can make this skill work.”

  And behind him, a goblin, watching from a nearby bush, immediately dropped its spear and backed away. Smart goblin.

  Yuto didn’t notice.

  He was already walking forward, excited to break this world with his magical spam.

  Yuto kept walking deeper into the forest, his robe dragging along behind him like a cape. If he was going to be exiled from the kingdom for having what they called a "useless" skill, he might as well make the best of it, right? He didn’t have time to feel sorry for himself—well, not for too long, anyway. His stomach was rumbling too loudly for him to ignore it.

  “Okay... let’s see if I can figure out this skill,” Yuto muttered under his breath. “Spell Spam... I got this.” He held out his wand, trying to muster some sense of control over his powers.

  He didn’t even know how this would go. Would his wand just start shooting things out like a malfunctioning fire hose?

  “Alright,” he said, more to himself than anyone. “I already did Firebolt, so... let’s try Lightning.”

  He pointed his wand at a nearby tree. "Lightning."

  A jagged bolt shot out of his wand, slamming into the tree with a crack so loud it felt like the entire forest was vibrating. The tree was instantly charred, its bark splintering off like it had been struck by Zeus himself.

  “Whoa, okay! That’s pretty cool...” Yuto said, staring at the smoldering remains of the tree. His heart was pounding. Maybe Spell Spam wasn't so bad after all. But then he realized, wait, he hadn’t stopped.

  “Wait—NO!” he yelled, but it was too late.

  More lightning bolts started pouring out of his wand, zipping around like they had a mind of their own. Every time he tried to stop them, more would shoot out. It was like trying to turn off a blender with no off button.

  ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

  He ducked as one of the bolts flew right over his head and hit another tree, causing it to crack in half.

  “OH COME ON!” Yuto screamed, but the lightning just kept coming.

  ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

  A nearby rock was obliterated into pebbles, and Yuto could swear he saw a squirrel that had been minding its own business get launched into the air like a fluffy cannonball.

  “STOP! JUST STOP!” he yelled, flailing his arms, but no matter what he did, the lightning bolts kept coming at a rapid pace.

  Then, as if the universe decided to throw him a bone, the lightning finally stopped.

  He stood there panting, sweat dripping down his face, looking like he'd just tried to cook the entire forest. His clothes were singed in places, and his hair was standing on end, like he'd just stuck a fork in an electric socket.

  The forest around him was a mess. A dozen trees had been completely fried, the grass was smoking, and there was a blackened crater in the ground where a rock had once been.

  Yuto blinked, staring at the smoking ruins.

  “Well...” he said slowly, his voice cracking slightly. “That could’ve gone better.”

  He glanced at his wand. “And here I thought Firebolt was bad...”

  A squirrel—possibly the same one—was now running in circles, clearly traumatized. Yuto gave a half-hearted thumbs up. “Yeah, good job, buddy. You survived.”

  He let out a long breath, staring down at the glowing box that had appeared in front of him again.

  Skill: Spell Spam

  Cast the same spell repeatedly without stopping until you choose to end it. Overuse may result in catastrophic consequences.

  “Well, no kidding.” He waved his hand dismissively at the system prompt. “Let’s see what else I’ve got.”

  His gaze drifted to the ground where the charred remains of the forest lay before him. One of the trees was still crackling from the lightning strike. If that wasn’t a first day experience, Yuto didn’t know what was.

  He raised his wand again and sighed. "Okay. Fireball it is."

  Another tiny blue box popped up. He knew exactly what was coming next, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it.