I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

It wasn’t long before the sounds of fighting erupted above the surface.

Roars shook the ocean, and explosions tore through the sky as the sea itself trembled under the escalating clash between the Blood Serpent God and the six Angels.

Ethan couldn’t see the duel from the depths, but he could feel every impact. Each divine collision sent violent shockwaves through the water, and every roar from the wounded deity shifted the deep-sea currents.

The entire Flood Lands had become an apocalyptic war zone.

The Blood Serpent God Clan had raided the Kingdom of Bark countless times before. Operating beyond their borders, they had always believed themselves untouchable—backed by a living god, facing mere mortals. What could humans possibly do in return?

That arrogance had blinded them. They had pillaged, slaughtered, taken slaves, and repeatedly returned home confident that retribution would never reach them.

They had underestimated human malice.

Mortals could be remarkably patient when outmatched, but once pushed past their limit, that patience transformed into calculated, devastating vengeance.

Ethan raised his head through the dark blue depths. Above, the silhouettes of colossal Flood Dragons continued to thrash, drawn into a frenzy by the divine blood pouring from the gaping wounds across Levi’s body.

*’Blood from a god should do the trick.’* A faint smile touched Ethan’s lips.

His evolution condition had been frustratingly vague: *Survive a Cataclysmic Flood.* No specific coordinates, no minimum volume, and no explanation of what qualified as cataclysmic. Ethan had spent weeks deciphering the requirement, and now the answer was unfolding right above him—a deluge triggered by the death throes of a god.

Without hesitation, Ethan kicked upward through the water. "Gilgamesh."

The bronze giant materialized instantly, understanding the assignment without a single word. He thrust his massive hand forward, twisting space itself until a colossal silhouette breached the distortion.

It was an immense vessel, heavily reinforced with the high-grade materials Ethan had stockpiled over his journey.

Through Gilgamesh’s *Divine Forge*, every piece of rare timber, enchanted metal, and high-tier beast bone had been fused into an indestructible hull. Ethan had anticipated this trial long ago, even contracting Nicholas to draft the core structural blueprints.

[Evolution Requirement: Survive a Cataclysmic Flood]

The system prompt flickered before his eyes, and Ethan met it with a sharp grin. "Let’s see if you’re satisfied with this."

He vaulted over the bulwark onto the deck. "Everyone, battle stations!"

His full roster manifested in rapid succession: Vlad, Morgana, Arthur, and the Mind Dragon. They scattered across the vessel to reinforce key sections—Gilgamesh locked his footing into the main keel, Morgana wove protective barriers around the hull, Arthur secured the central rigging, Vlad anchored the stern, and the Mind Dragon circled overhead to deflect falling debris.

Then, the ocean itself shifted.

It wasn’t a single rogue wave; the entire seabed was surging upward.

"Brace yourselves!" Ethan roared.

*BOOM!*

The massive vessel was violently hurled upward as the sea level skyrocketed beneath them, and the floodwaters showed no sign of slowing down.

Above the Flood Lands, the battle reached a fever pitch.

The colossal horned head of the Blood Serpent God thrashed through the storm clouds. "You tricked me!" Levi’s furious roar shook the heavens. "I had no idea this was the trap!"

Massive lacerations tore across his ancient frame, his scales were shattered, and divine blood poured freely from his wounds. His god core had been fractured long ago, leaving him drastically weakened—yet a dying god was still a catastrophic force.

The Dragon God had sanctioned his direct strike against Bark, fully aware of his deteriorated state. Only now, surrounded by hostile Angels, did Levi realize he had been dangled as expendable bait.

The moment the ambush began, Levi had transmitted an emergency summons to Divine Beast Mountain, demanding immediate reinforcements from the council. Yet not a single deity had answered the call—not even his own kin.

His burning eyes narrowed with venomous hatred. "If you refuse to save me... then I’ll drag your entire domain down with me!"

With a deafening shriek, Levi’s gargantuan tail whipped downward like a falling continent.

*BOOM!*

The blow obliterated the primary retaining barrier surrounding the Flood Dragon Pool. The ancient basin, constructed specifically to contain the ocean’s primordial reserves, cracked wide open.

Water erupted outward in an unstoppable deluge. The flood tore through the surrounding lowlands, surging directly toward the Dragon God Clan’s neighboring clan territories and imperial dungeons.

"Vicious bastard," the tree golem chuckled, casually twirling its staff as if watching a performance.

The golem glanced downward, its glowing eyes briefly locking onto Ethan’s ship riding the rising tide. It offered a playful wink—*Good luck, kid*—before turning its attention back to the dying serpent.

Ethan caught the glance and understood the reality instantly: no divine entity was stepping in to help him. He was entirely on his own.

The ship violently pitched sideways.

"Hold on!" Ethan shouted, white-knuckling the iron railing.

The vessel crested a violent swell, dropped several meters into the trough, and slammed into the water with bone-jarring force. Brine exploded across the main deck as the forward mast groaned under the strain.

"Man the rigging!" Ethan commanded over the howling gale. "Keep the hull from rolling!"

His summons moved with flawless coordination. Arthur threw his weight against the central spar, Gilgamesh anchored the frame with raw force, Morgana layered shimmering abjuration barriers over the deck, and Vlad stabilized the stern against incoming cross-currents.

Yet the ocean grew more apocalyptic by the second.

Another monstrous wall of water reared up, completely engulfing the ship in absolute darkness. For several suffocating seconds, the vessel plunged beneath the surface under crushing hydrostatic pressure.

Then—*BOOM!*

The enchanted hull broke through the surface, gasping for air as Ethan spat out a mouthful of saltwater.

"Keep pushing forward!"

There was no safe harbor in sight. The sea continued to rise at a terrifying rate, uprooting ancient forest canopies, shattering coastal cliffs, and swallowing entire landmasses beneath the foam.

Ethan had faced armies, clashed with Demi-gods, and stood before Angels, but a raw, unbridled natural disaster was entirely different. There was no weak point to exploit, no head to sever, and no heart to pierce. The tide simply kept rising.

"Surviving a flood of this scale really does demand a miracle," Ethan muttered, wiping the sting of brine from his eyes.

Ahead, a colossal tidal wave rose toward the clouds, blotting out what little sky remained.

Ethan stared directly into the wall of water. He had no miracles left to rely on—only cold, unyielding tenacity.

"Everyone!" His eyes flared with absolute resolve. "Hold this ship together!"

The wave crashed down, and the world was swallowed whole.

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