3. Summon Tab

Looking at the long list of names inside the "Summon" tab, he drooled uncontrollably.

His finger hovered over the names, clicking them one by one. With each click, a figure appeared as a hologram inside the system.

Eyes wide and a silly grin on his face, he admired each of the holograms with childlike wonder.

King: 50 Sp

Hoshino Ai: 5,000 Sp

Chitoge Kirisaki: 5,000 Sp

Fubuki: 50,000 Sp

Borsalino: 100,000 Sp

Uchiha Madara: 500,000 Sp

Whis: 999,999,999 Sp

Zen-o: 9,999,999,999 Sp


"WAHAHAHAHA!"

The previously serene and peaceful forest, with its gentle sounds of rustling leaves and distant wildlife, was suddenly filled with the obnoxious laughter of a man who seemed to have lost his mind.

In the middle of the forest clearing, anyone watching would have seen what looked like a barbarian, jumping up and down, causing a scene. His movements were so wild that one might easily conclude: "This guy's gone off the deep end."

Nolan laughed until tears streamed down his cheeks, his body twisting and flailing in a way that made it unclear whether he was dancing out of joy or just twerking from sheer excitement.

He didn’t care about the vast sums of points listed next to the names. He would reach that level eventually, even if he had no idea how.

He was 1000% sure now—this wasn’t just some random system with powers. No, this was practically a harem system.

"Our long-sought paradise is right before us!" he thought excitedly.

If only he could poke into the system and “rescue” the girls. But alas, with 0 Sp to his name, he could only endure the frustration while the system coldly repeated, “Insufficient Sp.”

“System, you cockblocker! What do I have to do to get some Sp?” he shouted, fuming. The feeling of being so close to the prize yet unable to grasp it was unbearable. This system was a cruel tease, withholding everything just out of reach.

“The user may complete missions to obtain exchange points (Sp) or redeem other items and materials.”

“Missions, huh?” Nolan mused. “Well then, system, what missions do I have available?” His eyes darted back to the display of zeros in his account. It was unnerving. But he shook off the frustration quickly. This was like a visual novel. Only by completing certain routes could he unlock the girls. It was all a test of love!

Or so he convinced himself. After all, he was just a horndog in human form, justifying his own obsession.

The system responded:

Hunting Mission: Survival Drill!

Mission 1: Inside Veridara Great Forest, kill 100 magical beasts.

Rewards: 2,000 Ep, 2,000 Ip, 1,000 Ap, 1,000 Sp.


Mission 2: Kill 10 Level 10 beasts.

Rewards: 5,000 Ep, 5,000 Ip, 3,000 Ap, 3,000 Sp.


Mission 3: Kill a Level 20 beast.

Rewards: 10,000 Ep, 10,000 Ip, 5,000 Ap, 5,000 Sp.



For a moment, Nolan considered rushing to complete these quests to grind up some points. Then reality hit him like a brick.

Was the system really expecting some out-of-shape homebody, who spent his time lounging around playing games, to hunt magical beasts with a kitchen knife? There wouldn’t even be a bone left of him after the first encounter.

“System, you little shit! You’re setting me up to fail, aren’t you? You want me, a Level 0 nobody, to go hunt magical beasts? Hell, forget magical beasts—send any beast after me, and I’m a goner. You’re trying to kill me right after I arrived in this world, aren’t you?”

Nolan’s frustration grew, imagining his impending doom. His rant turned from angry to pathetic, with tears threatening to spill as he imagined his own death in vivid detail.

After dying countless times in his head, he finally quieted down.

“Beep! Based on the user’s current weakness, and the improbability of survival, the system will award a starting balance of 10,000 Ep, Ip, Ap, and Sp to enhance user capabilities. Please choose wisely!”

At that moment, the mechanical voice sounded like the sweetest angelic melody to Nolan's ears. Staring at those precious points, his brows furrowed as he grinned like a fool.

With his “novice reward” in hand, Nolan wasted no time fiddling around with the system. This was his seed capital, the key to surviving in this new world. He didn’t care which type of transported-to-another-world novel this was; the basic rule was always the same: Might makes right.

Only with power could he look cool and do the classic heroic things like saving damsels in distress. And saving damsels in distress. And saving damsels in distress. Important things need to be repeated three times!

As he scrolled through the system again, something gnawed at him.

All those flashy items? They were nothing but a way for the system to toy with him. Of course, they put the most overpowered and coolest things up front to make them impossible to resist. But there was no way he could afford them right now.

Done with the emotional roller coaster of excitement and disappointment, Nolan carefully examined the list again, this time more thoughtfully. The first priority had to be abilities. Power. Even if he couldn’t afford the most over-the-top abilities, there were some practical skills that caught his eye.

But now came the hard part—choosing just one.