Three years ago, I was hailed as a god of war in the esports scene. But after a conspiracy left me branded a disgrace to esports, I walked away in shame.
Three years later, wearing a mysterious helmet, I entered Myriad Worlds, a game capable of changing reality.
Everyone urged me not to pick the weakest class, the Contract Summoner. The slimes it summoned couldn't even beat the chickens in the starter village.
They mocked me, shunned me, and waited for me to hit rock bottom again.
Until I evolved a slime into an apocalyptic monster, decoded enemy skills into My Codex, and made even the lofty gods my contracted companions.
When the truth behind the game came to light and the boundary between reality and virtuality crumbled, the mastermind who had forced me to retire trembled in the shadows.
This time, I wasn't just going to win back my glory.
I was going to establish new laws for this world.
