I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

[Congratulations. You have unlocked the S-Ranked Class: Cosmic Tyrant.]

[Skills]

[Tyrant’s Gaze: The user can gaze at the information of all beings, including their race, abilities, and their favorability with the World’s Will.]

[Tyrant’s Transformation: Once activated, the user becomes the embodiment of tyranny. This causes innate fear in all beings, resulting in a cowering or an instinctive fight-or-flight response. Note: If you defeat someone while in this stage, they become your servant for the duration of the transformation.]

[Nullifier: All special abilities aimed at the user are converted into pure energy attacks. This includes spatial manipulation, karma curses, and tracking. Note: Can only be used while transformed.]

Sitting in a high-end, open-air restaurant in the middle of Reverse Scale City, Ethen smiled as he dismissed the glowing blue text.

Cosmic Tyrant was every bit as beautifully broken as he had imagined.

Coming to Reverse Scale City had truly been worth the massive risk.

By orchestrating the massacre inside the Wormhole Disaster Land, he had finally completed the grueling evolution requirement for his Tyrant Blade class.

Now, he held an S-Ranked class.

More importantly, it was a class that perfectly complemented his aggressive, domineering fighting style.

Tyrant’s Gaze alone was a terrifying tactical advantage.

Information was power, and knowing the exact abilities and weaknesses of his enemies before drawing his blade would let him dictate every battle.

But the other two skills were what truly made the class worthy of its terrifying name.

Innate, paralyzing fear.

Total immunity to tricky spatial and karma abilities.

And the absolute power to forcefully turn defeated enemies into loyal servants.

Ethen couldn’t help but smile, cutting another thick slice of heavily seasoned meat on his plate.

"That’s the human Envoy, right?"

"What exactly is that meat he’s eating? The spiritual aura coming off it is so alluring."

Seated completely casually in the center of the restaurant, Ethen continued devouring several massive slabs of meat.

The surrounding dragon nobles watched him with a mixture of deep disgust and undeniable, instinctual hunger.

Their vertical pupils kept drifting involuntarily toward his silver platter.

The thick, glowing vitality radiating from the cooked meat was simply too difficult for any beast-kin to ignore.

Ethen had been doing this completely publicly, sitting at the exact same table, for three entire days now.

Eating continuously.

Drinking heavily.

And looking entirely unbothered by the rising tension in the city.

Because of the massive, unexplained tragedy in the Wormhole Disaster Land, the city guard had issued a strict military lockdown.

An order preventing absolutely everyone involved from leaving Reverse Scale City.

That officially included Ethen.

Naturally, Ethen had voiced absolutely no complaints to the guards.

He had simply used the lockdown as the perfect excuse to sit perfectly still and execute the final phase of his plan.

"Today is the day, huh?"

Ethen murmured quietly to himself, wiping a streak of rich grease from his mouth with a silk napkin.

The luxurious restaurant was currently unusually, suffocatingly quiet.

He had noticed the subtle, highly dangerous shift in the atmosphere several minutes ago.

The number of people seated around him had steadily, quietly decreased.

The waitstaff had completely disappeared into the back kitchens.

The other wealthy customers had begun leaving their expensive meals completely untouched.

Even the heavily armored dragon guards who had been watching him from a distance had suddenly found urgent reasons to vacate the street.

Ethen wasn’t stupid.

The high-ranking Angels had thoroughly investigated the bloody aftermath in the Wormhole Disaster Land by now.

Perhaps they didn’t have enough hard, physical evidence to accuse a Messenger of Karth directly.

But he was absolutely certain they had a fairly good idea of who was responsible for the massacre.

And the proud, vengeful Ao clan had absolutely no reason to let the matter end with a quiet military investigation.

"Friend Ethen, long time no speak."

A familiar, perfectly polite voice suddenly sounded from the empty tables nearby.

"Can I join you?"

Ethen calmly raised his head.

Ao Lorn stood there, dressed in royal silks, with a wide, friendly smile on his face.

"Lorn."

"What brings you here?"

Ethen asked casually, leaning back in his wooden chair.

Ao Lorn was the royal prince Ethen had publicly kidnapped, humiliated, and dragged back to the Bastion.

The relationship between the two was naturally supposed to be incredibly bitter and deeply hostile.

Or at least, that was what absolutely everyone in the city believed.

Only Ethen knew that the smile on Lorn’s face was completely hollow, the result of Morgana’s absolute psychic dominance.

Ethen had mentally ordered the prince to walk into the restaurant right now to deliver the final cue.

"Lorn?"

"Oh my god, the prince is here."

"Is it actually about to happen?"

"Crap, let’s get out of here before we get caught in the blast!"

The very last remaining customers immediately began sprinting toward the exits, abandoning their dignity.

The Ao clan had been frantically preparing something massive behind the scenes for the last three days.

And now, they were finally making their move to completely erase the human Envoy.

Ao Lorn stood completely still, his eyes dead and unblinking as he recited the lines Ethen forced into his mind.

"Outside this restaurant, my father is stepping out of his royal carriage right now."

His forced smile widened unnaturally.

"When he gets inside, I’m not entirely sure he’ll be able to contain himself when he sees you."

He paused perfectly, exactly as Ethen had scripted it.

"Good luck."

A heavy, suffocating pressure suddenly slammed down on the entire street outside.

The heavy silverware on Ethen’s table began to violently rattle against the wood.

The expensive glass windows of the restaurant cracked simultaneously, unable to withstand the sudden drop in atmospheric pressure.

Footsteps suddenly echoed heavily through the empty restaurant.

Heavy.

Slow.

Completely deliberate.

A massive, brutal-looking man with a pair of thick, jagged horns on his head walked straight through the shattered double doors.

His golden eyes were filled with an ocean of raw, unadulterated killing intent.

Duke Ao.

The Almighty God had finally arrived to handle the human rat himself.

The ambient atmosphere inside the room immediately became freezing and impossible to breathe.

The sheer gravity of his divine presence was enough to crush ordinary Demi Gods into the floorboards.

But Ethen didn’t bow, and he didn’t bleed.

He softly engaged the absolute baseline aura of his new Cosmic Tyrant class, seamlessly neutralizing the crushing physical pressure.

He calmly lowered his silver fork onto his empty plate.

"Well, that’s that, I guess."

He smiled warmly, completely ignoring the God Almighty staring a hole through his skull.

Then, a young boy suddenly appeared completely out of thin air, standing silently right beside Ethen’s chair.

The boy looked completely ordinary at first glance.

Young.

Small.

And completely harmless.

"Jor."

Ethen smiled, reaching out to pat the boy’s shoulder.

He had absolutely not been sitting here for three days with his hands crossed, waiting to die.

He knew Duke Ao was coming for his head.

He knew the Ao clan desperately wanted him erased from existence.

And he knew that even with his brand-new, overpowered S-Ranked class, he wasn’t stupid enough to fight a God Almighty head-on yet.

So he had made meticulous, highly specific preparations.

Starting from the exact moment he sat down at this table three days ago.

[You have consumed exactly 500kg of Blood Serpent God meat.]

[Condition fully met.]

[New Summon discovered.]

[Jormungander: World-Ending Serpent.]

[Description: Jormungander surrounds the world from pole to pole with its massive, invisible body. When it moves, it brings immediate havoc and catastrophe. When it shakes, it nearly destroys the world.]

[Skill Unlocked]

[World Traverse: Because Jormungander already physically stretches around the entire world, it can instantly move itself and anyone attached to it from one location to any other location in a straight line.]

Ethen’s smile widened into a deeply arrogant smirk as he read the final notification.

Eating that disgusting, bloody amount of raw Godbeast meat had been a grueling chore, but the payoff was absolute perfection.

Duke Ao stepped completely inside the ruined restaurant, the floorboards groaning under his immense weight.

His enormous, armored body radiated terrifying, world-ending draconic pressure as his golden eyes locked onto Ethen.

For a long, highly tense moment, neither of them spoke.

The air between them practically sparked with violent spiritual friction.

Then, Duke Ao’s killing intent surged outward, physicalizing into a wave of crimson energy meant to instantly vaporize the human.

"One day, very soon..."

Ethen stood up smoothly from his chair, completely ignoring the incoming wave of death.

His dark eyes narrowed into a chilling, deeply mocking smile that perfectly mirrored his new class.

"I’ll mount you like a beast."

The wildly disrespectful words had barely left his mouth when the young boy beside him reached out and casually grabbed his shoulder.

Space didn’t just warp; it folded perfectly in half.

Duke Ao’s eyes widened in absolute shock as his crimson energy blast struck the empty table, completely obliterating it.

But Ethen and the boy were already gone.

Instantly.

No messy spatial tears.

No magical warning signs.

Nothing for Duke Ao to track or disrupt.

Only Ethen’s final, incredibly humiliating words remained echoing inside the ruined restaurant.

Duke Ao stood completely frozen for a moment, staring at the empty space where the human had just been sitting.

Then, his heavily scarred face twisted with sheer, world-shaking fury.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

His furious, deafening roar violently shook the foundation of the entire restaurant, collapsing the roof instantly.

Outside on the streets, the terrified dragons of Reverse Scale City looked toward the sky in deep confusion and fear.

But Ethen was already long, long gone.

Far beyond the borders of Reverse Scale City, he stood completely safely in an unknown mountain range with Jor beside him.

A cold, satisfied smile slowly appeared on his face as the mountain wind blew past his robes.

The Ao clan had finally made its grand, desperate move.

They had completely played their hand, and he had slipped right through their fingers.

And now, the real game could truly begin.