I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

"You cheating old goat! You think you can bully this old man?"

The furious voice echoed through the endless garden. Under the enormous canopy of an ancient tree that stood second only to the World Tree itself, several old men sat around a stone table, completely absorbed in a heated game of cards.

None of them looked particularly impressive. One was fat, another had a long beard reaching his waist, and a third looked as though he could barely stand without a walking stick.

Yet every single one of them was an Angel. Some had once ruled mighty kingdoms, some had commanded armies capable of razing entire civilizations, and others had been worshipped as gods by mortals long turned to dust.

Now, they were bickering over a pile of cards.

"Hahaha!" A slender old man with a glowing lotus mark on his forehead slapped his hand onto the table. "If you were any good, you wouldn’t have lost eight times in a row!"

"You cheated!"

"I did not."

"You absolutely did!"

"Then prove it."

"I will tear that lotus right off your forehead!"

Their shouts carried across the tranquil Paradise of the World Tree, echoing over endless groves of celestial flora. Even a young man moving through the perimeter heard the commotion clearly.

[You have slain a member of the Lizard Clan.]

Ethan glanced down at the carcass beneath him and sighed. "Can you people keep it down?"

Nobody answered, and naturally, nobody was listening.

Ethan crouched beside the dead Tier 5 beast, driving his fingers through scale and bone to retrieve its glowing core. Wrapping it carefully in cloth, he stored it away.

Three months had passed since the death of the Blood Serpent God—three months since completing his evolution and officially ascending to a Tier 5 Summoner.

His standing within the White Tower had shifted dramatically. He was no longer treated as an ordinary junior; he was an invaluable, dangerous asset.

Yet because his moniker, the Blade Demon, had spread across the Beast Territories, he couldn’t roam freely. To the rival factions, he was a butcher who had orchestrated the downfall of multiple clans and aided in the execution of a deity.

After several covert assassination attempts breached Bark’s borders, Ethan had chosen to remain within the sanctuary of the World Tree.

He didn’t mind the seclusion. He had grown immensely stronger.

*’Tier 5.’* Ethan stared at his hands. When he had first arrived in this world, simply standing beside Lady Arian had made him feel hopelessly fragile. Now, he stood on equal footing, and he was far from finished.

The wind suddenly shifted, rustling the golden canopy above.

A faint, ethereal resonance bloomed directly within his mind:

*’Come.’*

Ethan’s heart skipped a beat. For three months, he had waited for this exact summons. He had fulfilled his duties, aided Bark, survived the cataclysmic deluge, and earned his audience.

Without hesitation, Ethan rose and walked toward the core of Paradise.

The closer he drew, the more reality seemed to bend. The World Tree did not merely occupy space; its trunk pierced the cosmos, its branches wove through distant planes, and its roots anchored entire worlds. It was the root of existence—a primordial god.

Reaching the colossal base, Ethan knelt and bowed his head, well aware of the absolute divide between mortal and divine authority.

[You have a visitor.]

Luminous runes materialized before him, carrying a divine weight distinct from his standard interface.

Ethan turned to see a man standing nearby, dressed in a worn trench coat, scuffed boots, and gold-rimmed glasses, with a half-burned cigarette dangling lazily from his lips. He looked less like an ancient celestial and more like a weary wanderer.

[That is not his true form.]

[He is projecting a form you can accept.]

[He is an Angel of Karth.]

[His name is Ulric.]

Ethan’s eyes narrowed. *Karth.* The Mad God whose legacy birthed the Summoner class—the very existence who had gifted him the Storm Crossbow.

"Hehe," Ulric smiled, exhaling a thin trail of smoke as he patted Ethan’s shoulder. "Kid, I told you we’d meet again."

Before Ethan could process the encounter, the World Tree’s will resonated through the grove.

[You should thank your friend. He accelerated your request, allowing me to fulfill your ritual requirement far sooner than expected.]

The massive roots before them slowly parted, unveiling a brilliant, warm radiance.

Hanging from a low bough was the Apple of the World Tree—a divine treasure that accumulated celestial mana over centuries, an item normally requiring a twenty-year wait that Ulric had somehow fast-tracked.

"Then I owe you my deepest thanks," Ethan said, bowing toward Ulric.

Ulric merely waved a hand. "Don’t worry about it."

Ethan turned toward the golden fruit, which pulsed with the density of an entire microcosm. Reaching out, he plucked it from the branch and bit down.

*Crunch!*

A primordial torrent of divine energy detonated through his meridians. His bones hummed, his blood surged with terrifying vitality, and his cellular structure was completely rewritten. His lifespan counter skyrocketed toward infinity as he consumed the remainder of the fruit in rapid bites.

[Congratulations.]

[You have successfully completed the fifth summoning ritual.]

[You have summoned the First Man.]

A profound stillness blanketed the realm. There was no thunderous blast or blinding pillar of light; instead, the World Tree itself shuddered to its deepest roots.

The golden glow receded as the central trunk gently split.

A slender, flawless arm pushed through the ancient bark, followed by a young man who stepped lightly onto the earth.

He was completely bare, possessing long, crimson hair that cascaded past his shoulders, flawless fair skin, and an expression of serene, gentle grace. He carried none of the tyrannical aura of a typical monster, yet Ethan felt an overwhelming, foundational presence radiating from his very existence.

The young man opened his clear eyes and offered a warm, tranquil smile.

[Adam.]

[Father of Humanity.]

[Born from clay and deemed inferior.]

[Yet he alone named the beasts.]

[He alone walked within the Garden of Eden.]

[From him was born the indomitable human spirit.]

[And he alone dared to defy the gods.]

Ethan stared in silent awe. For the first time, he was not looking at a legendary warrior or a historical summon—he was looking at the progenitor of human existence.

Adam took a soft step forward, his bare feet settling upon the ancient roots as his gentle gaze locked onto Ethan.

"Are you the one who summoned me?"

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