All My Guild Members Are Idiot Players

Year 632 of the Human Era.

Prince Ryan, the sixth prince of the Kingdom of Cassel, was born without magic. Branded a “cursed child,” he was stripped of his surname and exiled to a small village on the frontier.

He thought he would waste away the rest of his life there, until he unexpectedly awakened a System that could summon people from another world.

With the System, Ryan could collect templates for different races and professions, summon souls from Blue Star, shape bodies for them, and grant them profession templates.

He thought he could build an “undying army” and conquer the world.

But he never expected...

“Guildmaster! A slime ate my leg. Can it be saved?”

“That damn thing’s a ooze monster! No saving it. Better luck next life.”

“Guildmaster! How do my skewers taste? I roasted them with Fireball!”

“Delicious, delicious. (Just humoring him.)”

“Guildmaster! Can I borrow some money for travel? I want to go to the royal capital and write novels to make a fortune!”

“No money. Get lost!”

“Guildmaster! Look at the fish I caught today. Isn’t it huge?”

“...”

Ryan stared at his bunch of ridiculous fellow countrymen and fell into a long silence.

“Looks like I’ll have to rely on myself after all...”

Before he knew it, by continually collecting race and profession templates and incorporating them into himself, he had reached the pinnacle of the world.