[The cover features character designs I commissioned from an artist~]
Xue Mi is a frail little baby.
He was an unwanted defective, left over after all the others had been chosen. No parents wanted to take him home.
Luckily, a System told him he could go to another world, where he would meet lots of parents who loved him.
Xue Mi really wanted to know what it felt like to be loved.
So he agreed.
The System gave Xue Mi a contract summoning array containing countless powerful races.
[You can draw a race at random.]
The System had already planned it all out. The summoning array included the overbearing, fiercely protective dragon race, the gentle and united angel race, and the mysterious, graceful elf race.
They all had one thing in common: their races were desperately short on young, and they cherished and cared for every little one with all their hearts.
No matter which one the Host drew, they would be doted on by the whole race!
Full of anticipation, Xue Mi drew... [the Abyssal Race]
System: "…"
The Abyssal Race was the most unusual presence in the summoning array.
They had the greatest strength, but also the most violent and cruel dispositions.
To date, no Host had ever managed to summon them successfully.
Their odds of being drawn had fallen to the lowest in the entire contract array.
The System hadn't expected its Host to draw such a difficult Big Boss on the very first try!
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All kinds of sealed and banished races gathered in the Abyss.
They dwelled deep underground, where no light could reach, suffering the erosion of darkness and loneliness.
No one cared about them or even asked after them.
They had grown used to this long, endless solitude.
Until a little one formed a contract with them.
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The System brought Xue Mi to another world.
A world of chaos and madness, where strength reigned supreme.
They landed in an abandoned star region, a desolate place devoid of life.
Everyone knew that the Thirteenth Star Region was abandoned.
But somehow, at some point, a presence called the Abyssal Race appeared there.
At first, the many factions across the stars paid no attention to this so-called Abyssal Race.
Until they began expanding outward from the Thirteenth Star Region.
Demonic dragons blotted out the sky as they soared overhead. On a battlefield shrouded in darkness, a tall, silent death knight wielded honor as his sword. Behind him, an endless legion of Silent Ones surged like a black tide.
The scene looked like the end of the world.
The Abyssal Race's immense power filled every race across the stars with desperate terror.
They tried to communicate with this fearsome race.
The answer they received was this: they would make the stars submit at their king's feet, and even the gods would willingly bow to crown him.
By chance, the races across the stars caught sight of the Abyssal Race's king.
He was still a little one.
He was quiet and beautiful, so frail he seemed like a handful of snow about to melt.
The tall, silent death knight knelt before him and lifted a splendid crown in his sword-bearing hands.
Message: Light is the greatest salvation
