“Hey Mom, are you still awake? Mom?” Matthew knocked on his mother’s bedroom door a few times, but there was no response. He started to get worried and quickly opened it, yet there was no one inside the room. Continue reading
[Summoner: Matthew Leblanc
ID Code: Trashmob-707
Rank: Unranked
Level: 6
Experience: 3/10
Mana: 6/6
Cards: 44
Description: A Player with zero skill, but a decent amount of luck. The kind of Summoner who makes other Players want to go out of their way to kill him.] Continue reading
“Phew~, thank God they have a fireplace…” Matthew sat down onto the sofa, next to his mother. She was covering herself with a thick quilt, while drinking some hot chocolate out of a mug. Meanwhile, Michael was standing in the kitchen with a white robe on, cooking a big pot of spaghetti on the gas stove. Continue reading
Anaishe was in a daze the whole trip. Smoke was wafting in from outside, while the blood and gore on Michael’s armor was also very potent. She gagged and dry heaved a few times, but ultimately couldn’t vomit any more. Continue reading
*Author’s Note*
When you summon an MC… Or is it a MC? Oh well, the moral of the story is that when shit hits the fan, you don’t wanna be in front of it. Or anywhere in the damn room for that matter.
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“Mom, I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I’m a Summoner. I have the ability to bring things into this world using magic, kinda.” Continue reading
However, instead of panicking or freaking out, Alicia actually began moaning. Then her irises started glowing bright-red, while she immediately unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her fairly large breasts. Continue reading
“I can’t believe I own a motorcycle… No, I guess I also own a giant silver tower that I can Summon anywhere I want as well… But I actually own a motorcycle. And it looks fancy as hell!” Continue reading
“Oh my God… Why the fuck is this shit happening to us?! First the robbery, now even the hospital we were sent to gets attacked?!” Matthew was complaining, but never stopped moving. The two of them had to try at least three different stairwells, before they could find one that wasn’t engulfed in flames. Continue reading
“I feel exhausted.” Matthew sighed, leaning all the way back on his office chair and staring at the pure-white ceiling. He murmured “If feels like I haven’t slept in three days.” Continue reading
