The Summoned Don't Care (isekai, Commedy, Parody)

I had been peacefully dozing off at my desk in the middle of class when it happened. One moment, the dull hum of my teacher’s lecture filled the room; the next, I was standing in an opulent throne room. Around me, my classmates stirred, equally confused. High arches stretched above, their shadows framing a regal king seated on a gilded throne. On either side of him stood rows of priests, their faces a mix of reverence and worry. “Greetings, otherworlders,” the king began, his voice solemn and commanding. “We humbly beseech your aid to save this world from the Demon King.” You don’t say, I thought, suppressing a yawn. The reaction was universal, a silent consensus shared across the room. Every single one of my classmates had the same unspoken thought: Seriously? And how could they not? Just the other day, we’d joked about this exact scenario. What would we do if we were summoned to another world and asked to fight some big, bad Demon King? The unanimous answer: Play along just long enough to escape the kingdom at the first opportunity. Someone had even quipped, “What if the Demon King is cute? Maybe I’d just join him instead.” Apparently, none of us had been kidding. The king seemed momentarily taken aback by our collective lack of awe, but he pressed on. “As your king, I command—” “Command?” I interrupted, drawing a few startled gasps from the room. I wasn’t trying to be rude. Okay, maybe I was, but come on. This whole thing was ridiculous. “You summon us here without consent and expect us to risk our lives cleaning up your mess? What are you offering in return? Payment? Protection? Anything at all?” The king’s eyes narrowed. “You stand before your king. Show some respect.” I shrugged. “In our world, we don’t exactly have kings. And honestly, even if we did, I wouldn’t respect someone who can’t fix their own problems without abducting random strangers.” The room fell silent. My classmates, clearly too shocked to intervene, watched the scene unfold like a l