Everyone's Job Transfer: Is the Mythical Beast Summoner the Weakest?

Daqin. Zulong thirty-seven years. In the vast East China Sea, the afterglow of the setting sun dyes the entire sea golden. Several seagulls flew over from a distance and landed on the mast of a broken ship. A young man wearing an alchemist's uniform, with a face like a crown of jade, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes stared at his hands with a complicated expression. In his white hands, there was a hare that had been drained of blood, with blood still oozing from its neck. "I have become a monster, am I going to die here..." There was a hint of coldness in his desperate tone, which echoed on the empty sea ship. His name was Xiang Long, and he was an alchemist in Xu Fu's eastbound medicine-seeking fleet. Following the alchemist Xu Fu, I set sail on the sea in the 37th year of Zulong, ten days ago. The mighty drug-seeking fleet encountered a storm. In the panic, his ship became separated from the fleet. As the stormy waves swayed, Xiang Long's ship was pushed to a strange island. He and the 300 Daqin warriors on board boarded the island to investigate the situation. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.