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Global Awakening: Summoners' War

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Every 1,000 years, 2,000 individuals from different worlds, dimensions, realms, and universes are selected at random to participate in the Summoners' War, to gain the ultimate title of "The Grand Summoner" and one wish. While others summoned titans, divine beasts, dragons, and heavenly knights, I summon the gods themselves. I was dragged from my normal, quiet life against my own will and forced to participate in an ancient war filled with conspiracies, betrayals, bloodshed, and undiscovered mysteries. While others rejoiced, I was distant. Dragons soared through the sky, titans marched on the ground, divine beasts ravaged the forests, and leviathans split the seas. I was just on my bed a minute ago, playing my favorite game, Zenless Zone Zero, and now I am caught up in a literal war. I just got here and am already under attack by legion of undead skeleton knights . it's killed or be killed and I plan to survive. ' summoning ritual ' A white light flashes before my eyes, some kind of magic circle forming beneath my feet. The light condenses to form a humanoid figure. It's a nine-tailed fox. A man with fox ears and nine tails. [You have successfully summoned the Nine-Tailed Fox God: Duran.] [Congratulations on establishing your first Summon Link.] They call me a tyrant. An overlord. Scumbag. Mr. Lucky. They are right to be afraid. Because I will dominate them all I summon only Gods and Goddesses.
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