I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

The human territories consisted of four major kingdoms and powers: the Kingdom of Bark, the Lumberg Republic, the Senos Monarchy, and the Cryptic Empire.

Within these four great powers existed a myriad of families, organizations, academies, sects, and independent factions. Some possessed influence that stretched across entire kingdoms, while others controlled nothing more than a single city or localized territory.

Their strength varied greatly. Some were powerful enough to challenge sovereign kingdoms, while others struggled simply to survive beneath the protection of stronger factions.

Yet regardless of how powerful they became, there was one place that stood above them all.

Atop a massive mountain that seemed to pierce through the clouds stood an enormous structure resembling a grand military citadel.

Its walls stretched across the mountain ridges, reinforced by countless strange formations and structures of varying sizes and functions. Towers reached into the upper sky, while massive enclosed buildings held purposes that remained completely unknown to outsiders.

This was the Bastion of Humanity.

Since time immemorial, humanity’s strongest warriors, summoners, scholars, and strategists had gathered here for one supreme purpose above all else: to protect the human race.

Whenever a threat emerged that could alter the fate of mankind—continental wars, primordial beasts, ancient dungeons, descending deities, or incursions from the Demi-human territories—the Bastion intervened. Without exception, those permitted inside were either among the strongest individuals alive, the sharpest minds humanity had produced, or generational talents deemed vital to the race’s survival.

Simply being born into a powerful lineage wasn’t enough. Wealth wasn’t enough. Even possessing an S-ranked summon was not an automatic guarantee.

The entry requirements were so demanding that countless geniuses spent their entire lives attempting to cross the threshold, only to fail at the gates.

For those who succeeded, however, the Bastion represented the highest honor humanity could bestow.

"Sooner or later, Sir Mora will climb the Bastion and become a true hero of humanity."

The flattering praise echoed from a high-end restaurant situated directly beneath the mountain.

Ascension City.

The metropolis sprawled across the base of the peak, acting as the premier gathering ground for humanity’s ambitious youth.

Everywhere one looked, elite organizations recruited talented summoners, ancient clans established satellite branches, merchants auctioned rare relics, and young prodigies attempted to forge a name for themselves.

For many, Ascension City was the summit of their potential. For others, it was merely the starting line.

Inside one of the city’s most luxurious dining halls, several entourages occupied plush booths, savoring dishes prepared by renowned culinary masters.

At the center of the loudest table sat a young man with blazing crimson hair: Mora. He leaned comfortably against his embroidered chair, soaking in the praise of his sycophants.

"I can only depend on my personal talent," Mora laughed with practiced modesty, though the arrogance in his tone was unmistakable.

He genuinely possessed ability. His S-ranked summon alone placed him among the most promising summoners of his generation.

Yet his companions conveniently omitted one detail: Mora was closely tied to the Heavenly Fire Manor of the Senos Monarchy. That backing had smoothed his path to Ascension City, but even a great manor couldn’t simply buy a seat within the Bastion.

The Bastion operated on pure merit. Even the most prestigious families had to prove that their recommended heirs possessed the sheer combat prowess to justify their inclusion.

Mora was forced to earn his own passage, but with an S-ranked summon, he was confident. Still, within Ascension City, "genius" was the baseline. He had much left to prove.

"Bring three bottles of aged vintage from the Amber Winery," Mora commanded, snapping his fingers at a server. "And prepare a four-course feast. My companions are starving."

The attendant bowed respectfully before hurrying toward the kitchen, leaving the table to dissolve back into laughter.

Then, the heavy main doors swung open.

A new group strode inside, led by a tall, slender man bearing a distinct lotus-shaped mark upon his brow.

He appeared elegant at first glance—his tailored robes were finely made, his posture poised, and his stride carried effortless grace. But the moment he spoke, that aristocratic veneer vanished.

"Is this crude selection everything you have to offer?"

His voice boomed through the dining hall, immediately drawing the attention of nearly every patron.

The senior hostess behind the counter stepped forward. Having managed high-tier establishments for over a decade, she recognized authority on sight, even beneath a rough demeanor.

"Yes, honored guest. Is there something specific you require?"

The man shook his head dismissively. "No." He produced an obsidian payment card and tossed it onto the counter.

The transaction cleared in seconds. "Thank you, sir," she replied smoothly.

The man turned back to his retinue. "Find us a table."

As they moved deeper into the hall, the whispers began to circulate.

"Look at his arms..."

"Since when does an elite establishment cater to Demi-humans?"

"I smelled the musk the moment he walked in."

"Unruly beast."

The man’s pointed ears twitched slightly. Pale, iridescent scales were visible along his wrists where his sleeves pulled back, confirming his Demi-human heritage.

Normally, an open Demi-human presence in a core human city sparked immediate hostility. But the political climate had shifted dramatically over the past three months.

News of the Blood Serpent God’s execution had swept across the kingdoms. A deity had been ambushed, cornered, and slaughtered directly within his own sovereign territory.

To humanity, the incident had shattered the myth of Demi-human invulnerability. If the Beast Territories could allow an ancient god to be butchered on his own soil, their terrifying reputation was hollow.

The Demi-human heard every snide remark, but his expression never shifted. To him, the patrons were mere insects buzzing in the background. As long as they confined their insolence to words, he had no reason to stain his hands.

He pulled out a chair at a vacant table, his entourage falling into place behind him.

Across the room, Mora watched the newcomers with a cold sneer. He despised Demi-humans, as did most scions of the Senos Monarchy, but he wasn’t foolish enough to instigate a brawl in the heart of Ascension City.

Anyone walking openly with scaled blood in this district possessed either significant strength or dangerous backing. Mora prudently returned his attention to his wine.

At a secluded booth near the terrace, Ethan quietly observed the room.

"Ethan, this place is breathtaking," Ella murmured, leaning against his shoulder with a gentle smile as she admired the opulent architecture.

The restaurant was far more lavish than anything they had encountered in Bark. Massive levitating crystals cast warm luminescence across runic murals, and the high-arched windows were carved from translucent spirit-jade.

"It really is," Ethan agreed softly, raising his glass.

After months of wading through subterranean mud, clashing with sovereign beasts, and enduring divine warfare, sitting quietly in a luxury establishment felt surreal.

His transition here had not been simple. The council had aggressively recruited him, and after his breakthrough with Adam, their demands had grown urgent.

Adam was an anomaly among summons. His potential was limitless, and his evolution condition—*Withstand the full brunt attack of a God*—remained a daunting trial. The Bastion held humanity’s deepest archives, making it the only place capable of offering answers.

Yet Ethan had refused to travel as a lone asset. He had negotiated fiercely, ensuring Ella and his circle accompanied him.

They weren’t baggage; each held S-ranked summons and genuine martial talent. If Ethan was entering the proving grounds of humanity, his household would ascend beside him.

Ethan set his glass down, letting his gaze sweep across the dining hall.

He saw the posturing heirs, the calculating merchants, the watchful guards, and the ambitious wanderers. Everyone was pursuing something—prestige, resources, authority, or entry to the citadel above.

Ethan sought none of that.

He only wanted absolute strength. Too many primordial mysteries remained, and the enigmatic presence of the First Man proved that the trials ahead were only beginning.

He looked out the jade window toward the mountain peak piercing the starry sky. The Bastion of Humanity awaited them in the clouds.

A faint, confident smile touched his lips. "Tomorrow."

Ella turned to him, her eyes bright. "Tomorrow?"

Ethan nodded, his voice steady with resolve.

"Tomorrow, we climb the Bastion."

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