Legends of Me Are Everywhere in the Magical World

Two thousand years after his death, Lin Xian was reborn.

He had lost his memory and become a summoner who was about to starve to death before even taking office.

Summoners were an obsolete, bottom-tier class.

They couldn't change classes and had no offensive abilities of their own, relying entirely on their summons to fight for them. Their spells lasted only a short time and consumed a great deal of energy. Without a particular token, they couldn't even summon the dog guarding the village entrance.

In short, they were useless.

Lin Xian, a summoner dismissed as a waste, studied the summoning scroll before him, deep in thought.

Did he need a powerful dead person's token or conviction...?

Although he had lost his memory, he seemed to have known quite a few people two thousand years ago.

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Monsters ran rampant across the Wilderness Commandery, and disasters plagued it. It was the hardest territory on the continent to govern.

No one believed that a new lord who was a summoner could change things.

The lord was so frail he couldn't even summon an animal. All he had around him was a group of colorful balls of light.

He couldn't carry a load or lift a hand, and he didn't even know the unwritten rules for surviving in the wilderness.

No matter how you looked at it, the place was doomed.

The residents counted down the days, waiting to bury the sickly beauty.

But gradually, wherever the frail lord went, the chanting of summoning spells made evil spirits flee, packs of ferocious beasts cower and tremble, and proud mages bow their heads in humility.

The Wilderness Commandery turned its fortunes around, and its desolate lands began to flourish.

The residents: Huh?

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As Lin Xian's territory grew prosperous, neighboring nobles sent armies with ill intentions, hoping to seize the land.

As for its lord... just a useless summoner left behind by the times. Even an apprentice mage could make him kneel and beg for mercy. Taking him out would be a piece of cake!

Yet before they could even enter the Wilderness Commandery, they encountered...

A necromancer chanting spells, and a flock of crows spreading wings that blotted out the sky. The most terrifying tyrant in the Empire's history drew his holy sword and led the undead knights in a deadly charge.

The nobles' armies instantly broke ranks and fled.

And beyond their sight, those legendary, fearsome beings sheathed their blades and extinguished their flames, then bowed deeply before a young man.

They called him...

The Demon King.

[Reading Guide]

A dragon top who struts like a peacock in front of his beloved x an amnesiac Demon King bottom who's still a chaos-loving funnyman

Blurb dated January 21, 2025

Theme: Clear waters and green mountains are as valuable as mountains of gold and silver.