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

Ymir emerged from the little tent at the back where the planning committee for the event was busy trying to keep the night in one piece.


With clear relief on her face, she stretched lazily in her fitted furry jumpsuit that stopped just above her knees.


Finally free to enjoy her evening after apparently working all day.


Dean noticed her hair wasn't loose and carefree as ever. Instead, it was tied back so neatly it slightly changed the frame of her face.


Even as he waved, Dean noticed that she wasn't necessarily attentive to his calls.


She was talking to two other Year 2 students as she walked, gesturing about something with the same focused energy she adopted whenever she planned to torment him, all in the name of mentorship.


Almost like the only thing he could do… Dean watched her longer than he intended.


Astrea looked up at him, biting her lower lip slightly.


Chapter 101 - Triangle at the Table