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

"Drive the bastard back to the orphanage. I don't need him anymore."


A woman's voice echoed through a gray fog. Dispelling as quickly as it rose.


"With what gas?" another voice asked coldly. "it can't be mine. Let him find his way back himself. I won't waste expensive gas on this scum."


The voices overlapped one another, repeating and bouncing off each other like ping pong.


Inside a dark street soaked by rainwater and dirt. A small boy stood silently, his tiny frame barely illuminated by a flickering street lamp.


His clothes were torn all over. With his lips split open and blood trickling down from his forehead through the side of his face into the puddle he was standing in.


But his eyes…the mirrors of bleakness that reflected the world were filled with hatred far too intense for a child.


There was a resolution in his posture and in his voice. "I don't need any of you," the boy muttered shakily.


Chapter 80 - Dean: One and the same.