Dean Faust was many things. A disgraced MMA fighter. A lifelong orphan. A man who somehow managed to die slipping on his dog's pee.

Imagine dying to Pee-kun. Not exactly the origin story of legends.

But when he wakes up in the body of Dean Gray, the only son of a declining blacksmith family. He finds himself in a world where humanity clings to survival inside a single fortress city, surrounded by monsters that want them dead. 

In this world, your summon is everything. Your summon determines your rank, your worth, your future, and whether the girl in your bed tomorrow morning is a vampire noble or a werewolf pack leader. 

So when Dean's third and final summoning attempt produces a small rainbow slime that fucka with everything. No one knows whether to laugh or run.

Then the world’s Authority came for his balls and Dean knew that whatever this slime is, the world has no classification for it.

Then the system changed the game.

Ding!
[ Congrats, Host has unlocked the body of the sage.]
[Host has unlocked the Hermit's eyes]
[Host has unlocked the Tools of the Sage]

This same system grants him skills, tracks his growth, and rewards him for everything from fights on and off the battlefield.

Now Dean has to navigate a world with so many secrets, a family he never knew he needed, and women who should be enemies but can't seem to stay away.

That, added to a slime that can copy, evolve, adapt, and permanently absorb any ability, shape or form it encounters.

The world has no idea what that means yet. Neither does Dean.

But they're all about to find out and in a city where power determines everything down to who shares your bed.

Dean is about to re-shape the landscape of power in this new world. And the challenge is whether he would destroy this world or help it become what it was meant to be.

Tags

#No Yuri
#Smart MC
#Weak to Strong
#Cool summons 
#Adventures

Victoria lifted her silver hair with utmost care while she angled her body giving Dean a clearer view.


But what Dean saw was definitely nothing he'd expected from her sudden change in posture.


Near the back of the tiny girl's head was a large scar. It looked red and ominous but definitely healed. Even though he felt terrible was a precise way to define it.


"What am I looking at?" Dean asked, his expression changing from shock to blandness, regaining his composure.


"It's a long story Dean Gray." Vicky said as she let her loose silver hair cover the side of her head again.


"We were little lads, six or so… when it happened," she said in a low tone. "We were playing tag and he lost control of it."


Dean remained silent. Eyes narrowed with his brows raised waiting for her to get to the point already.


"He lost control of his strength and accidentally did that to me."


Chapter 97 - The Price Of A Friend