The Imperial Academy Library wasn't built like a building—it was built like a monument. With silver-veined marble walls that whispered in ancient tongues and floors made from glowing rune-glass, it housed more knowledge than most kingdoms had in their entirety.
It wasn't just a library.
It was a vault of power.
And Eron Valemere walked in like he already owned it.
As he passed through the main archive hall, lined with thousands of enchanted tomes, two shelves suddenly pulsed with golden light.
[Fate System: Path of Opportunity Activated]Two books detected with high synergy to host potential:
"Essence of the Origin Slates: The Summoning Thread"
"Conceptual Manifestation and Creation Theory: From Thought to Form"
Eron's eyes narrowed. He didn't believe in accidents.
He took both books from the shelf, sat at an isolated reading pod, and began to read—though the moment his fingers touched the text, the system took over.
[Skill Acquired: Summon Construct Lv. 1 ➤ MAX]
Allows summoning of any imagined creature, entity, or being
Costs 40 mana per summon
Cooldown: 5 Hours
Power and durability scale with imagination and mana quality
Warning: "Read full summon profile before use"
[Skill Acquired: Create Concept Lv. 1 ➤ MAX]
Allows creation of any one item, weapon, or non-living magical object based on imagination
Requires detailed image or blueprint in mind
Cooldown: 6 hours
Creation is permanent unless dispelled
System Notice: Evolution Tracks Available for Both Skills (Locked Until Lv. 7)
He grinned.
"Now we're getting somewhere."
The private academy grounds were perfect for practice. Empty stone fields, reinforced by barrier glyphs, enchanted for sound suppression and elemental absorption.
Eron stood at the center, arms folded.
"Well, let's test the summon first," he muttered. "Shouldn't waste a new tool."
He activated the skill without reading the description.
[Summon Construct Activated]40 mana consumed5-hour cooldown initiated
Mental Target: 'A durable frontline companion that can scale quickly'
Summoning…
A bright circle appeared beneath his feet—an intricate lattice of glyphs, diagrams, and alien runes.
Smoke.Glow.And then… plop.
A small, jiggling blue slime appeared. It blinked.
Eron stared.
"…A slime?"
He turned to the book. "Wait, was I supposed to—?"
[Summon Profile: Basic Evolution Slime – Adaptation Variant]
• Starting Level: 1• Trait: Rapid Evolution• Behavior: Emotionally Bonded to Summoner• Combat Skill Copy Potential: High
Warning: "Early appearance may mislead summoner into rejection."
The slime squeaked… then headbutted Eron's boot.
[Summoned Creature Gained 12 EXP]
Level Up: Slime Lv. 1 ➤ Lv. 2Trait Gained: Fast LearnerNew Skill Gained: Body Control (Minor Form Shift)
"…Oh," Eron muttered. "So that's what you are."
Neha appeared, arms folded. "You summoned a… jelly."
"It's tactical jelly."
The slime squeaked again.
Now focused, Eron activated his second new skill.
[Create Concept Activated]Visualizing…
"A hybrid weapon between a longsword and war glaive—fast, heavy, elegant."Enchanting core with Arcane Reverb
Final Form: "Requiem Edge – Type I"
In his hand, a blackened steel blade shimmered into existence—elegantly curved like a glaive, with a split hilt for two-hand use and silver runes running down the fuller.
[New Skill Gained: Requiem Drive – MAX]
• Weapon Art: Can be executed using the Requiem Edge• Switches between two combat stances: Reverb Slash and Echo Cleave• Bonus Damage based on mana infusion• Special Effect: Soundwave Burst (knocks enemies back)
Eron spun the weapon experimentally, feeling its weight shift with every movement.
The slime watched in awe.
And mimicked his movement with its gooey form.
[Slime Gained Passive: Mimic Form Lv. 1]
Can imitate physical posture and some weapon strikes (low fidelity)
He chuckled.
"You might be ridiculous," he said to the slime, "but you're growing faster than some nobles I've met."
Back in the dorms, Eron marked a new plan.
He had:
A blade born from his mind.
A summon that refused to stay weak.
A system ready to offer more at Level 5.
A trial coming the next morning.
And a mystery:
Why did the system show him these skills now?What was it preparing him to face?
As the slime curled near his boots like a lazy cat, Eron smiled faintly.
Let the academy watch.
The real game had only just begun.