The First Summon
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Min-su lay on his bed as usual, swiping through shorts videos one after another. The Tower, players, and awakening—the biggest topics for him and everyone else. Countless people envied and admired those chosen by the Tower to climb it. Min-su was no different.
Players soaring through the air with flashy abilities straight out of fiction, slaughtering monsters left and right.
"If I became a player, money worries would be a thing of the past, right?"
Even grinding low-level monsters repeatedly on the lower floors brought in byproducts that far exceeded an ordinary office worker's salary. That was one big reason Min-su wanted to become a player like everyone else.
"But even if I awaken, could I really hunt monsters?"
Min-su had been hopelessly uncoordinated and timid since childhood. He wondered if he'd even be able to hunt if the Tower chose him. Maybe awakening wouldn't change his life much after all.
With that thought, he set his phone down and sat up in bed.
You have been chosen by the Tower.
"……?"
A system message suddenly popped up, blocking his view.
"This is……."
He'd never seen anything supernatural before, but instinct told him exactly what it was. After all, he'd watched countless player videos describing this exact screen.
"Awakening."
He'd been chosen by the Tower and granted a special ability through its invitation. He'd experienced awakening.
If he'd awakened, there was one thing to check right away.
"Status window."
"……This isn't a dream, is it."
The status window intuitively displayed his player information—proof that he was now a full-fledged player.
Min-su's eyes locked onto the bottom of the window: Unique Ability.
"Summoning……."
A player's rank was said to be determined 70% by their unique ability upon first awakening. It was that crucial.
Awakening a top-tier ability like spatial manipulation or healing meant instant financial freedom. But something like enhanced calculation or memory? Good luck surviving as a player.
(Of course, it's still better than nothing.)
Sure, climbing the Tower and getting chosen by a constellation for special powers changed everything—but that was like plucking stars from the sky.
So, the type of ability was paramount.
Fortunately, it wasn't the worst. Summoning wasn't top-tier, but with the right player, it could reach S-rank. The low end summoned goblins or kobolds; the high end, dragons. The gap was massive.
Most summoning players stuck to goblins or orcs. They hit a growth ceiling and couldn't dream of higher floors.
But one American summoned a dragon, and a Chinese player summoned a yong. A single summon could earn an S-rank verdict.
That was the power of summoning.
Min-su's hands began to tremble. Though it was his first awakening, he knew player lore inside out from endless info-dumps.
The first summon was the turning point. It fixed the summon's tier forever. Goblin first? Goblins forever. Dragon first? Dragons forever.
His lifelong fate hinged on this first summon.
Min-su swallowed hard without realizing it.
Playerology academia's prevailing theory: Summoned beings reflected the summoner. Commoners got goblins; kings got dragons worthy of the title.
I'm no king……
If anything, he was closer to commoner. But he didn't want a goblin either.
A dragon would be nice……
No community-addicted dragons out there……?
Min-su squeezed his eyes shut tight. Pouring all his desperation into it, he activated his ability.
Another peaceful day in the constellations' community.
The constellation [Dark Lord] lay sprawled in her pitch-black domain, devoid of even a sliver of light, utterly absorbed in the community feed.
If her former apostle saw her like this, they'd call her a child of darkness and blast her with light magic. But she didn't care.
No one left to nag her anyway.
No, no. Don't think about it. Dwelling on that just made her gloomy.
She buried her face back in the community screen. It was always buzzing with entertaining drama—perfect for forgetting everything else.
As usual, she uploaded her saved special edition: a photo of an old female orc naked with legs spread wide, a royal dot right next to the privates.
Title, baited for maximum clicks: 【Female Player's Watermelon-Sized Tits】.
Titles like 【Recent Apostle Scandal Update】 or 【Legit Amazing Constellation Legend】 drew clicks too, but nothing beat this for results.
This was it. Exactly the reaction she craved.
A plain gross image? Mild disgust at worst. Back button and done.
But when they were excited? Pants down, crawling on all fours—then BAM, orc jungle in full view.
Just imagining the constellations' mental trauma and freakouts made dopamine explode.
[Dark Lord] giggled mischievously.
Decades of community grinding honed her craft. This was perfection.
Except for one thing.
Fixed nickname blocked by Community Administrator. (Block duration: ∞) (Reason: Gross image spammer)
"……Fixed nick?"
Her heart sank. That's when she realized her fatal mistake.
"……Nooo!!!"
A bone-chilling blunder. She'd forgotten to log out.
A mistake she hadn't made in decades!
Holed up in her room, no new apostles—community was her only joy. Now it was gone.
Beg the admin? Doubt it'd work.
Fucked.
As she agonized over how to beg, some force began pulling at her body.
"……Huh?"
First time since becoming a constellation. She was yanked out of her domain.
Kuuung!
"Ugh!"
The moment Min-su activated his summoning, an intangible force crushed down on him like a vice. He gritted his teeth.
It felt like a higher-dimensional being was descending—something that didn't belong here.
Not good.
A dragon maybe……!?
If it was a dragon, his tiny room was toast.
Tensed up and shrinking back, then—pop!
Space tore open, and a woman burst out.
Supreme beauty beyond this world, but—
Thwack!
"Ow!"
—utterly grimy and pathetic, like she hadn't bathed in ages. Such a woman.