God Tier Beast Summoner

Chapter 1

The world favors the strong, but the meek endure only to awaken. The meek will rise, the mocked will conquer, and the common will become overpowered—strength is earned, and nothing else matters.

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“What the hell kind of ending was that? An open ending? Seriously? Ugh, this is so disappointing—my whole day is ruined!”

Rhys flung his phone onto the bed in frustration. The device bounced several times against the mattress before sliding off the edge and crashing into the wall.

His heart skipped. Please don’t be cracked… please don’t be cracked…

“No!” he shouted, rushing over, only to bang his shin against the bed frame.

“Ouch! You—” he groaned, clutching his leg as pain shot up his calf.

Trying to steady himself, he lifted his other leg—but in doing so, his pinky toe collided with the corner of the desk. Pain radiated through him, and he stumbled backward, teetering on the edge of falling.

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He barely had time to register the approaching danger before the one thought that dominated his mind was simple: Why am I so unlucky?

He shut his eyes, bracing for impact, but instead of the darkness he expected, a blinding white light filled his vision.

“What—?!” Rhys stumbled back, shielding his eyes.

When the light dimmed, he realized he wasn’t alone. Around him were a group of teenagers, all looking to be about fifteen or sixteen, staring at him with wide-eyed curiosity.

“What is that summon?” one whispered.

“Look at that!” another exclaimed.

“Above his head—do you see it?”

Rhys furrowed his brow. The words were strange, but somehow he could understand them. His head throbbed, feeling unnaturally heavy, and when he lifted his eyes, he finally saw it: a small wolf’s head, covered in pure white fur, tilting down to study him with sharp golden eyes.

“A wolf cub?” he muttered in disbelief.

Before he could process it, laughter erupted from his left.

“Hahaha! A beast? Seriously? What a joke! You can’t even summon a goblin?”

Pain radiated through his skull as memories, like flashes of a storybook, assaulted him: a young farmer boy venturing to the capital to attend the prestigious Valaris Academy.

Rhys stumbled past the laughing teens, ignoring the ornate hall around him. His only thought was to find a quiet place—anywhere—where he could sort out the chaos pounding in his head. The toilet seemed safest.

Once inside, he collapsed into a corner, gasping. “Agh… ha… ha…” He tried to calm himself, blinking away the haze of pain. “What… what just happened?”

A heavy, calm voice echoed above him.

“It seems you’re done.”

Rhys looked up, squinting. A small wolf cub leapt from his head and landed gracefully in front of him.

“Who—!”

A blue screen appeared before his eyes, floating in midair:

Name: Gaelion

Level: 1

Race: Celestial Wolf

Quality: Basic (Low)

“Low quality? Seriously?” Rhys muttered, frowning.

“Focus on yourself, not me.” The wolf’s tone was sharp, yet undeniably intelligent.

“And… it can talk?”

“Just shut up for a minute and see what’s going on in your head!” Gaelion bared its tiny fangs, clearly annoyed.

Rhys took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus.

Memories flooded him: his life as a commoner, the discovery of mana within him, and the summons that now defined this world.

Three hundred years ago, mysterious invaders had nearly wiped out humanity—but along with them came Mana. Humans had discovered the ability to summon creatures from another world. Most were humanoid: goblins, elves, dwarves, and rare werewolves. The best Beast Tamers could summon archangels or even divine beings.

And somehow… he had summoned a celestial wolf.

“So I… transmigrated?” Rhys whispered. “No… wait. Maybe I came here naturally? Either way, you’re here because of me?”

“Exactly,” Gaelion affirmed.

Rhys paused, thinking quickly. “But if every summoner gets a humanoid creature, why did I get a divine beast? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Because of you,” Gaelion replied bluntly.

Rhys’s mind raced. “I see… alright. So I’m at Valaris Academy, and I have to pass the admission test. Beast summoning is one part, and the written test… well, as a commoner, I don’t exactly have resources or knowledge to ace it. Unless I do something extraordinary, I won’t get in. And to learn about this world… I need in.”

Gaelion raised an eyebrow. “And you don’t summon a stronger being to solve that problem?”

Rhys’s eyes lit up with the thrill of absurdity. “This… this is perfect! A world where I can summon creatures—my chance to make a harem! Elves, vampires, angels! The possibilities are endless!”

Gaelion’s eyes twitched. “You horny brat! Those are temporary thoughts! Do you want me to bite you?”

“Aaah! Stop it! You stupid, angry dog!”

“I am a celestial wolf!”