After that day, the servants of his family's mansion, who had once treated him like he was the sun itself, began to change. Their warm smiles turned shallow, their words carried hidden edges, and when he passed by, quiet whispers always seemed to follow.
Many of those he once considered friends—people who had laughed and played with him, who he believed truly cared—were now the same ones laughing behind his back when they thought he couldn't hear.
His father, who had always been like a super dad to him, began to grow distant as days passed. The pride and affection in his eyes slowly dulled, replaced by something cold and hard to read.
The friends who had filled Vector's childhood with laughter, who reminded him of what it meant to simply enjoy being young, vanished without a word after that day, leaving behind only the hollow echo of their absence.
And his mother—at first, she showered him with love, her every action filled with tenderness and guilt, as if trying to make the time they had together mean something. But when the final blow struck, when she learned that her son couldn't even summon the weakest of beings, the light in her eyes dimmed. Unable to bear it, she locked herself away and just cried.
She blamed herself for all of it, and that guilt consumed her so deeply that she couldn't even bear to face Vector. Her absence spoke louder than any words could, leaving the boy—who had once been surrounded by affection and admiration—to suddenly find himself completely alone. Even though he had been a twenty-three-year-old man in his previous life before everything changed, he couldn't deny how much it hurt.
He had genuinely enjoyed the thrill of being a child again, the simple joy of living without worries, laughing, and playing games that meant nothing yet felt so meaningful. But watching everyone in his life turn away one by one cut deeper than he ever imagined. That pain only worsened when he learned the news—that his father had adopted a pair of twins. And those very twins, without hesitation, were named his elder siblings.
It hurt watching his former friends crowd around those two new siblings, laughing and smiling with them as if he had never been part of their world. To them, Vector might as well have been dead already—just a fading memory with a short, ticking lifespan. Their pity had turned into avoidance, and their distance felt like a slow kind of death he could do nothing to escape.
Well, time moved on, and years quietly passed. By the time his tenth birthday arrived, the world would soon be reminded of his existence in a way no one expected. On that day, news spread like wildfire—Vector's fiancée, the princess of the Lightbringer Royal Family, had nearly been raped by him. If not for the timely intervention of Vector's elder brother, no one could say for certain what might have happened.
Vector was beaten badly by his father that day. The princess had come personally to wish him a happy birthday, even though nearly everyone else had already turned their backs on him. Yet instead of being grateful, Vector had dared to act out—and worse, he'd claimed he was being set up. To his father, those words were nothing but insolence, and the punishment was swift and merciless.
After that, Vector disappeared, disowned by his family. No one knew where he went or what had become of him. Whispers spread throughout the empire, but not a single clue surfaced. What was known, however, was what followed. The princess of the Lightbringer Royal Family and Vector's elder brother grew closer after that event. Their bond deepened, and in time, they fell in love and became engaged. To everyone else, it was seen as a beautiful ending—a story that closed neatly, even if it had begun with pain.
Meanwhile, in a small city tucked far from the grandeur of the empire, within a worn-down apartment building, lay Vector.
His arm was trapped in a cast, his leg broken in several places, and his face so swollen that he could barely see through his bruised eyes. His father hadn't held back during that beating—every strike had been filled with fury, leaving behind wounds that throbbed with both pain and humiliation.
Vector didn't move from the narrow bed he rested on. Even as his body cried out for food and water, he simply lay there, motionless, waiting for the end to come. He was tired—tired of trying, tired of hoping.
After years of isolation, bullying, and endless attempts to train, to summon even the weakest being, nothing had changed. And now, broken and forgotten, he finally understood something those old stories never truly captured. He understood why so many main characters in the novels he once read had valued strength above all else.
This world only valued one thing—capability and worth. Once that was gone, what remained of a person? Nothing. Vector's father knew that truth better than anyone. He knew his son could never harm the Lightbringer princess; how could a weakling like Vector ever compare to someone blessed with divine talent?
But in the end, it didn't matter. His father saw an opportunity, and if sacrificing his worthless son meant building a stronger connection with the angel race, then it was a price he was more than willing to pay.
Now, Vector lay motionless in that narrow bed—crippled, nameless, and forgotten. The will to move, to fight, had long since faded. With only a few short years left to live, he couldn't help but wonder what the point of it all even was.
[System online. Detecting delay—awakening is two years late.]
Out of nowhere, a glowing screen flickered to life before Vector's eyes, accompanied by a calm, mechanical voice that echoed inside his head. Yet, even as the words formed, he couldn't bring himself to care.
He wasn't in the mood for some cliché revenge plot or grand second chance. He was done with this life, tired of the endless struggle, and completely uninterested in fighting to reach someone else's story. All he wanted was to go back—to his old world, his old life—where things were simple, peaceful, and free from the endless BS of this world.
[Since the host currently lacks the motivation to continue… searching for motivation… motivation has been found.]
[Host, I am the Anime Summoning System. With me, you can summon characters from your favorite anime, such as your favorite waifus such as Erza, Nami, Robin, Yoruichi, Makima, and many more. Together, we can build the strongest harem in existence.]
Then again, Vector could still remember a few good things about this life. Ending it all wasn't going to change anything, and deep down, he knew that. He wasn't the type to give up easily. Sure, there were times when he wanted to quit, when the weight of everything felt unbearable—but one thing he had never done was stay down.
It wasn't until his spirit began to stir again that he noticed the system's final notification. And, strangely enough.. This wasn't some fantasy to relive a perverse dream; no, inot at all.
[The reason you could not summon anything for the past few years is simple: your job class was forming me, which is the bridge to the anime world.]
[Now that I have form, you can begin summoning… but due to the late arrival, the system shall give you a special gift from the anime words. Here is your starter pack host.]
'When should you have arrived?' Vector asked, a faint frown forming as he processed the system's words.
[Two years ago,] the system replied calmly. [However, due to certain reasons you are not yet meant to know, my arrival was delayed. I can, however, hint that some gods were resistant to your Job Class forming me. I apologize for the delay—had I been any later, both you and I would have perished.]
'I see… alright then, open the starter pack,' Vector thought, his tone flat and composed. Even if the system had arrived two years earlier, he doubted much would have changed. His life, his suffering, his isolation—it all hallened 3 years ago.
[Congratulations, host, you have been rewarded with
Senzu Bean x5
Free 10x summons
3 pick summon]
[Note: There are no tiers for a summon. You have an equal chance of summoning someone like Zeno from Dragon Ball or Yamcha. Your luck alone determines who is summoned. Additionally, there is a limit to how many summons can exist in the outside world. At Tier -F, you may only have one summon, but as your tier rises, that restriction will gradually fade—until one day, you'll be able to summon every anime character without limit.]
'Wait,' Vector thought, his brow furrowing, 'in this world, summons are capable of rejecting their summoners. Is it the same here? And what if the summon decides to kill me?'
He willed a Senzu Bean into his hand—and to his shock, it appeared instantly. His fingers trembled from the pain, but he forced himself to lift it and eat it. The moment it touched his tongue, warmth surged through his body. In an instant, every injury vanished—his broken bones mended, his bruises faded, and strength returned to his limbs as if the suffering had never happened at all.