Lin Chen, the worst F-class summoner in history, dreams of graduating from college and returning home to farm. But there's always something wrong with his adventurous style! The graffiti he drew casually were regarded as lost ancient oracles; the rusty iron sword he threw away because it was too heavy was enshrined as a bladeless sacred weapon; even the hot pot he cooked made the orc crown prince cry out to sign a lifelong guard contract. Regarding this, Lin Chen expressed panic: "I'm just a newbie, you really don't have to think about it!" Until one day, the world-destroying Abyss Demon Lord tore through the sky. In despair, his teammates cast their last hope on him: "Lin Chen, stop pretending, you are actually... The God of Concepts in the prophecy, right?" Lin Chen looked at his teammates and enemies kneeling on the ground in front of him, and scratched his head: "... If I say, I just found out about it myself, do you believe it?" This is an outrageous and heart-warming story where the whole world has added 108 layers of filters to me, but I just want to order takeout.
Purpose: When the whole world looks up to you through a "filter", only sincere companionship can help you find your own definition. The story explores trust, friendship and self-identity in a hilarious counter-convention!