I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

"Where are you from?" The question came almost casually.

The next morning, the expedition finally departed from the Maqaue clan.

A troop numbering more than three hundred and eighty individuals moved through the massive gates, surrounded by a long procession of carriages carrying supplies, weapons, equipment, and other necessities for the journey.

Unlike the typical slave transports used throughout the Demi-Human territories, however, the human slaves were not chained together or locked inside cages.

They were permitted to walk on foot alongside the expedition, though the presence of the Maqaue warriors around them made it clear that freedom was not an option. They were still slaves—simply being treated as expendable members of the expedition rather than prisoners being transported from one location to another.

Ethan walked among them quietly.

His appearance was still that of a human, yet he carried neither chains nor a collar around his neck.

Even more strangely, he was allowed to ride alongside the Maqaue warriors and remain close to Servos. That alone drew a few curious glances.

Eventually, one of the female human slaves beside him noticed his presence.

"Hm?" She turned slightly, her eyes narrowing as she examined him.

For a brief moment, confusion appeared on her face. He was clearly human, yet he wasn’t being treated like the rest of them.

There were no shackles around his wrists, no collar around his neck, and no guard standing directly behind him. Instead, the Demi-Humans seemed to treat him with a strange degree of respect.

The woman stared at him for several seconds before finally answering. "Dorn tribe."

Her voice was tired. "Wuling Mountain Range."

She spared Ethan only a single glance before turning her attention back toward the road.

So what if he was free? He was still a lackey of the Maqaue clan—perhaps some trusted servant or protector. Either way, he belonged to the same people who had enslaved them. What could he possibly do for her or her people?

Ethan noticed the coldness in her eyes, but didn’t take offense. "How were you captured?"

The woman remained silent for a moment before giving a bitter laugh. "How else?"

Her eyes shifted toward a group of humans traveling farther ahead. "The wicked Tudors."

Ethan followed her gaze. A group of men surrounded the expedition wearing red leather armor and carrying crude but sturdy spears in their left hands. Their expressions were harsh, their eyes carrying a strange madness that came from years of violence and depravity.

They were not slaves—they were the people responsible for moving them. Human slavers.

Ethan’s expression slowly hardened. "I understand now."

His fist instinctively clenched. He had known that human tribes still existed within the Demi-Human and Beast territories.

Unlike the human kingdoms, these lands had no unified government controlling every settlement. Small tribes could survive for generations without being annexed by a larger faction.

But survival did not mean safety. These isolated human settlements were constantly exposed to attacks from Demi-Humans, beasts, raiders, and slave traders.

Some tribes were wiped out, others were captured, and those who survived were often dragged away in chains and sold to whoever was willing to pay. It was a miserable existence.

But what bothered Ethan most wasn’t simply the Demi-Humans—it was the humans themselves.

In a world where humanity already struggled to survive against countless powerful races, there were still humans willing to sell their own kind for profit. They had become predators among predators.

Ethan’s gaze lingered on the Tudors for a moment longer, but he didn’t say anything. There was nothing useful he could accomplish by revealing himself here—not yet.

"What’s your name?" After a brief silence, Ethan turned toward the woman again.

She looked exhausted, her steps slow and dark circles beneath her eyes. She looked like someone who had spent far too long surviving rather than living.

"Victoria." The answer came almost unconsciously.

She didn’t even look at him when she said it, her eyes remaining fixed on the road ahead.

For all she knew, Ethan was simply another servant of the Maqaue clan, perhaps another slaver or someone given a little freedom because he proved useful. She had no reason to trust him.

The moment Ethan heard the name, however, his steps slowed.

*Victoria.*

For a brief moment, another face appeared inside his mind, A brutish motel owner with an alcohol problem that had taken care of him from birth.

*’the past.’* he thought wondering what happened to her after that.

But he ultimately refused to dwell on it. There were too many things happening around him to become distracted by a name.

He increased his pace and gradually moved away from the group of slaves, eventually catching up with Servos toward the front of the expedition.

Servos glanced sideways when Ethan approached, but said nothing. Ethan didn’t speak either, his eyes remaining fixed on the road ahead.

It looked like he had finally found something resembling a home among the warriors of the Sword Training Ground.

They trained together, fought together, and respected strength. Some had even begun to accept him despite his status as a human.

But there was still a wall separating them, and the situation surrounding the enslaved humans had made that painfully obvious.

No matter how close Ethan became to the Maqaue warriors, he was still human and they were still Demi-Humans. Their worlds were fundamentally different.

Ethan slowly looked toward the hundreds of slaves behind them.

He didn’t know what would happen to those people, but he knew one thing: the further he traveled into Demi-Human territory, the more clearly he understood the world he had entered.

Humanity wasn’t united—it was fractured, scattered, weak, and surrounded by enemies.

Even worse, some humans had chosen to become part of the problem.

Days later...

The expedition had traveled deep into the mountainous region as the wasteland long disappeared behind them.

The terrain had become increasingly wild, with enormous trees rising into the sky and thick vegetation spreading across the land.

Eventually, the expedition arrived before a massive forest.

The trees were so large that their branches formed what appeared to be an enormous ceiling above the ground, while mist drifted silently between the trunks.

There was no obvious path, no road, and no clear entrance, yet everyone knew exactly what lay beyond it: the Bamboo Mirage Dungeon.

The atmosphere changed the moment they approached.

The warriors became quieter, the slaves lowered their heads, and even the experienced members of the expedition became more cautious.

At the front, one of the leaders of the training grounds raised his voice. "We are about to cross the boundary!"

His voice carried across the entire expedition. "Everyone stay close to your units! The Bamboo Mirage Dungeon is known for its elusiveness! Do not wander! Do not separate from your group!"

His warning was repeated throughout the ranks, making the atmosphere considerably heavier.

Ethan looked toward the forest as something about it felt deeply wrong.

There was no obvious source of danger, no monstrous roar, no killing intent, and no powerful aura. And yet his instincts were screaming at him—this wasn’t a normal forest.

The expedition slowly moved forward.

The moment the first group crossed the boundary, something strange happened: a warrior disappeared.

He didn’t scream or struggle—he simply vanished. One moment he was there, and the next... nothing.

Another group crossed and disappeared as well, then another, and another.

Large groups were swallowed at once, their bodies fading from sight as though the forest itself had opened its mouth and consumed them.

The sight was enough to make several of the younger warriors tense, yet no one panicked.

Everyone selected for this expedition had already been warned that panic inside the Bamboo Mirage Dungeon was almost certainly a death sentence.

If the dungeon separated them, they had to remain calm, find their bearings, and most importantly, find the signal point.

Ethan watched as another group vanished, and then he felt it—a strange sensation spreading across his body.

His limbs became lighter, his vision blurred, and the world around him began to distort.

"Here it comes." Servos’s voice came from beside him.

Ethan turned toward the old man, whose body was slowly becoming transparent as the same phenomenon happened to everyone around them.

Servos immediately looked toward the warriors under his command. "Remember!"

His voice remained firm despite his own body fading. "Flood toward the signal point! You will be unable to survive in there alone! It is important! Do not forget!"

The final words had barely left his mouth when his body disappeared completely, swallowed by the void.

Ethan remained standing for only a moment longer as the world around him continued to distort.

The trees stretched, the ground seemed to bend, and the air itself became strange.

Then his vision went dark.

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