Traveling to the western fantasy world, Lu Bei found that he had inherited a garbage dump.
Others drew angels, demons, and dragon contracts, but all he drew were rags: low-level skeletons, faded magic scrolls, and a broom that could curse people.
Everyone said he was the most useless summoner.
Until one day, the Abyss Demons invaded, the Holy See of Light was defeated, and the imperial army retreated steadily.
Lu Bei dug out a sloppy old man eating instant noodles from the trash. The old man yawned and said:
"Oh, I am the fallen Creator God of your world."
"Who picked me up? You are quite discerning."
