Disaster was too obsessed with becoming stronger.
Because of that, he gave the demons an opportunity to take advantage of.
As a green-skinned mixed-blood who wasn't particularly talented, in order to become stronger, he could only take a different path and chose summoning.
A Profession that relied on summoning unknown creatures and borrowing external forces to gain respect.
There were many types of summoners, often relying on energy or offerings to summon creatures from another world. There were also many types of contracts, similar to master-servant contracts or public contracts.
Little fellows at Disaster's age could already summon skeletal warriors or normal berserk beasts during their first summoning.
However, the heavens seemed to have played a small joke on Calamity, as Misfortune became his butler that hovered above him. Under his teacher's guidance, Calamity attempted to summon for the first time, but the creature he summoned was an extremely weak slime.
Slime was a jelly-like or semi-liquid monster with an opaque or semi-transparent body that could change shape, split, or fuse together.
In this dangerous other world, slime was no doubt a weak and useless creature like a cockroach.
Although slime also had the possibility of evolving, compared to normal creatures, this kind of evolution was too illusory.
The specific situation was like a tone-deaf guy challenging a singer. Before the competition even began, the result had already been predicted.
Disaster looked at the slime that was trying to summon him, his gaze becoming sluggish. Although the Shaman on the side admired Disaster's persistence, seeing this scene, he could only shake his head and choose to leave.
His father was right next to him, even though he was trying his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't hide the disappointment on his face.
As the Patriarch of the green-skinned tribe, his future heir was a complete piece of trash, for the family, this was a humiliation.
And what was even more terrifying was that without an heir, the Patriarch would lose a certain amount of authority.
Everyone had left, leaving only Calamity standing there in a daze. It looked at the happy slime in despair, as an otherworld creature that was born from the heart, it was curious about everything.
The noise made Disaster's eyes slowly turn red, he looked at the slime in front of him and slowly raised his large fist. Although he wasn't a powerful warrior, as a member of the green-skinned army, his body was naturally several times stronger than a human's.
A loud noise.
Calamity mercilessly blasted the slimes into pieces.
Having personally killed a summoned beast, Calamity had also received a certain amount of backlash. It lay on the ground, howling in pain, its entire body covered in green blood.
All the anger from before was completely vented at this moment.
However, unlike a spring that irrigated food, this was more like a flood that was filled with the meaning of destruction. Under the terrifying fury, everything that could be seen was destroyed.
Slime was dead.
However, this didn't stop Calamity from continuing to summon. The disappointment of his father and the Shaman were like two sharp blades that pierced through his body. He half-knelt on the ground, staked everything he had and chanted the summoning spell once more.
However, the previous summoning had already used up all of Calamity's offerings. The only offerings Calamity had left were Slime and … himself!
That was right!
As a sacrifice for the summoning ritual, the slime was too weak. Calamity had to sacrifice half of her life in order to summon this terrifying existence from the Hidden World.
At the very moment of the summoning, Slime's body was devoured by an evil force, but for the summoning process, this was nothing but a drop in the bucket.
Right after that, a powerful suction force directly attached itself to Calamity's body. He could clearly sense that his life force was rapidly draining away.
In front of fear, his thoughts returned to his brain. Calamity tried to stop this from happening, but regretfully, there was no turning back. As soon as he was summoned, he had already fallen into an uncontrollable calamity.
His jet-black hair turned white, his delicate skin became wrinkled, even his relatively strong physique instantly became as thin as a withered tree, weakened to an extreme degree.
Calamity tried to call for help, but after opening its mouth, what came out was no longer a powerful and forceful voice, but instead an old voice like that of an old woman or a crow.
Calamity's vision became murky. In just a split second, it had turned from a young adult to a shaky, dying man who was about to enter a tomb.
Calamity no longer had any expectations. Just as it was prepared to die, a strange voice resounded by its ears.
It was an indescribable voice, one filled with bewitchment and mockery.
It was as if every single note was like a pale arm covered in livor mortis, attempting to grab Calamity's body and pull it into the endless chaos.
"Let me see, a laughable little fellow. Did your parents not tell you that during the summoning process, there is such a minuscule chance of summoning an unpredictable existence? If I hadn't spared you, you would have already turned into a pile of white powder "
Within Calamity's murky gaze, a pair of crimson eyes appeared. The other party looked down at Calamity from above, as if it was looking at an ant, then continued: "Tell me, a foolish little fellow, what exactly is your goal in doing this? Of course, your time is limited. You should be able to explain everything within 1 minute, because you only have 1 minute left to live. No, you only have 55 seconds left "
As the mocking voice resounded around him, Calamity realized that it had summoned a very impressive fellow. Although Calamity's strength was weak, he was able to predict disasters like a wild beast. As a member of the Green Skin army, he was born with the ability to sense danger.
In the short journey of his life, the most powerful existence that Calamity had ever met was his own father. It was also because of his father's strength that he was able to protect his clansmen's safety and hunt normally.
Even so, when Disaster compared her powerful father to this being before her, the only word she could think of was' insignificant '.
It was like comparing a short shrub to a towering tree in a forest, an existence that needed to be looked up to in order to be seen.
Calamity understood that the other party wasn't toying with him. Just as the terrifying summoned creature had described, he only had less than 1 minute left to live.
Calamity could feel his hair falling off one by one, his teeth rotting away. As he wished, he had summoned a Combatant countless times more powerful than Slime, but as the price, he would have to pay with his own life.
In this moment of life and death, Calamity's fear was greatly weakened. He used all of his strength to raise his head and declared his long-cherished wish in the final moments of his life.
"I wish to become stronger … even if … I have to pay with my life!"
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