The whole school burst out laughing the day Qin Jin awakened as a summoner.
His first summon was a gray-skinned goblin that could barely walk.
The teacher sighed. “It's not worth raising.”
The guild shook its head. “Not worth investing in.”
His classmates jeered. “Top of the year? You'll be picking through trash with that goblin before long.”
But they didn't know that this goblin could secretly learn combat skills.
It could learn swordplay, defense, and traps, and evolve by devouring crystal cores.
From then on, Qin Jin followed a different path as a summoner.
Goblins fought, black crows scouted, skeletal laborers built cities, black iron dwarves forged weapons, the insect race expanded underground, trolls guarded the city, mechanical spirits advanced arcane technology, and dragonkin dominated the skies.
While others were still showing off a single rare battle pet, Qin Jin already had an army of countless races standing behind him.
Summoners are weak?
No.
Summoners were never the weak ones.
They simply couldn't summon a civilization.
