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Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love

Summoning. One of the rarest type of magician exist in the world. Who would able to underestimate summoning and ordering a mighty pheonix, or summoning an invincible dragon? Of course, none. To master the path of summoning, only those born with an innate talent and strive to learn the path of summoning magic might be capable of achieving and master the powerful magic. But not for Lyan Arcanium Evocatore. After succeeding defeating his lifetime quest of saving the human world by offering his life, the great incubus's wish of living freely got granted and he wakes up at a parallel world with 8 powerful spirits contracted with him and a summoning grimoire. [The gods have granted you the Grimoire of Summoning: Creatures of Love] [You're capable of obtaining the summonable monsters by having affectionate intercourse with your romantic interests] [The Grimoire is chosen in consideration of the host's former occupation as an incubus] "Intercourse!?" But not only the grimoire, The other problem is... -You are? -Whoa... What with this weakling? -It seems that you're my master, nice to meet you -So you're the forementioned servant, huh!? -B-Big bro! Y-You're the summoner! -........ -Boy, you look delicious -Um... Where exactly are we? "How should I know!? And why the hell should I sleep with women in order to get my summonable monsters!?!?" Follow the summoner Lyan as he collect monsters, get dragged into different kinds of war, became the greatest feudal lord, battling the goblin king, facing the dragon tribe, and opposing the evil god followers! One of the King of Kings Series ______________________________________ Join the discord server for discussions, announcements, and characters illustrations ---> https://discord.gg/v872fq3s5h

Arkalphaze · Fantasy
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The Summoner's Nightmare

Step! Step! Step! Step!

The sound of rapid footsteps echoing through a desolate landscape. An incubus sprinted towards his village, his heart pounding with dread. The once vibrant village, home to succubi and incubi, was eerily silent. The air was thick with the stench of death, and the incubus's heart sank as he approached the outskirts.

Corpses littered the ground, their lifeless eyes staring up at the sky. The incubus's breath hitched as he recognized the faces of those he loved and cherished. His best friend, his mentor, his beloved—each lay still, their bodies cold and devoid of life. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he knelt beside them, his cries of anguish tearing through the silence.

"Why...?" he whispered, his voice breaking. "Why did this happen?"

The pain in his chest was unbearable, a crushing weight that threatened to consume him. As he clutched the hand of his beloved, the world around him began to blur, the scene fading into darkness.