The Last Legendary Summoner
Hey.
You reading this right now? Yeah, I see you. You're sitting there in your chair or bed or bathtub (don’t lie, I know you read in there), scrolling through stories, wondering what to read next. Half your tabs are filled with unread novels, your backlog’s crying in the corner, and you just want one thing:
A story that’s not boring.
Not cringe.
Not “same old, same old.”
Something that doesn’t feel like the author gave up on life halfway through Chapter 2.
Something smart.
Something real.
You want something you can get lost in.
So let’s not waste time.
Here’s the deal:
I was a guy.
Not a chosen one.
Not a prodigy.
Just... a regular guy.
Smart, yeah. Nerdy, too. I liked books. Logic. Strategy games. I wasn’t strong, but I had something that kept me going. Heart. Hope. A dream of something better. Something heroic.
So of course, I died.
Betrayed.
Backstabbed.
War. Blood. Screams. A friend who wasn’t a friend. A sword that wasn’t supposed to be aimed at my back. That was the end of my story.
Or it should’ve been.
I woke up underground.
In a coffin.
Breathing dirt.
If that sounds dramatic, trust me—it was a terrible way to start the day.
Turns out, I’d been reborn.
Not reincarnated into a prince or a dragon or a magical vending machine. No. I was shoved into the cold, dead body of a forgotten legend. The last summoner.
A man who died a thousand years ago.
Now, it’s just me. In a body that isn’t mine. With powers I don’t understand. And a world I don’t recognize.
There’s a system.
Of course there’s a system. But it doesn’t yell. It doesn’t do tutorials. It’s quiet. Whispers, really.
I can summon. But only if I’ve got mana—and I’ve got the mana of a dehydrated squirrel.
I can evolve summons—but I need points, effort, strategy.
I’ve got an almanac full of monsters I haven’t unlocked yet.
My inventory talks. Literally.
I can hear my slime insulting me while it's inside it.
The system isn’t a cheat. It’s a burden. A tool I have to learn. Understand. Master.
And no one else can see it.
What’s the world like?
Think medieval fantasy, but without the safety net.
You get injured, you bleed.
You mess up, you die.
You say the wrong name to the wrong person in the wrong tavern, and suddenly you’re being chased by a guy with an axe who thinks you’re a demon spy.
And magic? Yeah, it’s real.
But it’s hard. Dangerous. Political. Twisted into religion, kingdoms, and war.
Summoners? They’re a myth. Feared, hated, worshipped… but definitely extinct. Or so they thought.
What’s the story?
This isn’t an instant glow-up.
No muscles in one chapter.
No god-tier powers in two.
I start from dirt.
Literally.
Hungry. Confused. Weak.
But I grow.
Every chapter. Every step. Every pain and every laugh builds me. Changes me.
I’m not just surviving. I’m planning. Learning. Adapting.
And yes, sometimes I cry. Sometimes I laugh at the worst moments. Sometimes I say dumb things and regret them.
Because I’m human.
And that’s the point.
This is about the journey.
So… why should you read this?
Because you're tired of the fake stuff.
Because you're tired of MCs who get a million powers without effort.
Because you want a story with stakes, with thought, with growth.
Because you like to laugh, but also think.
Because you want to feel something again when you read.
Because life is hard, and sometimes, watching a fictional guy crawl out of the mud and build himself up hits exactly where you need it to.
Because, maybe deep down, part of you knows what it’s like to feel buried. Forgotten. Small.
And maybe, just maybe, you want to see someone like that rise.
So click Chapter 1.
Just the first chapter.
And if you don’t feel anything when I wake up in that coffin…
If it doesn’t make you laugh, think, or feel even a tiny chill—
You’re free to go.
But if it does?
Well...
Welcome to the story.
Welcome to The Last Legendary Summoner.
And don’t worry—I’ll make sure you never want to leave.
No Ntr (No stealing girls)
No Yuri/Yaoi ( -_-)
