I awakened the server's most useless F-rank talent: Summoning.
The whole school mocked me, the goddess blocked me, and my roommate told me to delete my account and start over.
I quietly summoned a little skeleton and pointed casually.
The next second, the newbie mountain collapsed.
System announcement: World Boss defeated.
I only wanted to farm and develop in peace.
Instead, I mined an ancient weapons factory and unearthed blueprints for a floating tank.
While they mocked me as an F-rank loser who could only mine,
my skeleton army had already dug up an ancient mothership.
On the day the national war began, a coalition of eight nations, four million strong, stood at our gates.
The Chinese server collapsed, and the number-one player apologized in the world chat.
On my screen, I typed the most arrogant words of my life:
[F-rank Lord Nameless applies to become the Chinese server's Commander-in-Chief. Refuse, and die.]
