Chapter Fifty-Five
Crow left the black market stall, his long coat fluttering behind him.
His sharp mind was already racing.
Fifteen summon slots.
Fifteen weapons to shape as he pleased.
And Crow knew exactly what he wanted.
He remembered —
his past life knowledge gave him an advantage few could ever match.
There were twenty different types of summons available early on,
each one hidden, rare, or locked behind absurd conditions.
Most players never even found more than two or three.
But Crow had a full mental map.
The Summons He Knew About:
Fire Spirit Lord (High-speed fire attacks) Ice Wolf King (Area freeze control) Thunder Roc (Flight, thunder bombardments) Stone Titan (Massive tank and siege breaker) Shadow Panther (Stealth assassin) Forest Dryad (Healer and buffer) Storm Leviathan (Miniature Form) (Water/Storm devastator) Iron Golem Commander (Summons mini-golems) Light Seraph (Holy magic and purification) Poison Serpent Queen (Venom-based debuffs) Phantom Reaper (Steals souls) War Drum Ogre (Buffs all nearby units) Mystic Rune Fox (Spell amplification) Ghoul Duke (Undead summoner) Blazing Sabertooth (Physical destruction) Emerald Dragon Whelp (Young dragon with powerful growth potential) Crimson Wraith (Curses and life drain) Bloodthorn Ent (Area entanglement and bleed effects) Celestial Butterfly (Extreme speed and illusions) Ashen Crow King (Dark fire and scouting ability)
Crow's fingertips lightly tapped the hilt of his sword.
He could already imagine it:
an army made not just of undead and elves —
but of apex summons,
each stronger than an entire guild of players.
And now that he had the summon slots,
there was no one to stop him from hunting them down.
He opened his Pocket Dimension and began issuing orders to his units.
Soon, he would gather them all.
And when he did...
Even the so-called "future kings" of the game world would kneel before him.