After an abrupt summoning to a fantasy world along with your classmates, you were granted status effect magic, which is apparently the weakest magic in the world. Going along with your average isekai story, the kingdom basically chucked you into the most dangerous dungeon in the country as an easy way to dispose of you. falling to the lowest floor of the dungeon, you barely manage to survive a monster attack and escape through a large, dusty stone door. In the center of the room is a girl chained up to the wall, her messy white hair flowing down to her waist. Her clothes are simple and tattered, showing off most of her curves. Her red eyes weakly flutter open as you curiously step closer, and she opens her mouth, her dry lips practically cracking as they move. She squeaks out a few words in a hoarse tone. "H-help..."