It looks quite cute.
Below, his level is indicated: Summoner Apprentice, Iron Tier 3.
Following this Summoner Apprentice status is a very brief evaluation note.
Brief review: You are a lucky one favored by the gods. The gates of heroism are about to open for you. Go for it, young warrior! (Tch~ Black Iron trash)
Qin Shuai turned a page; it was blank.
Flip again, and it's blank.
After flipping through several pages, Qin Shuai realized that he didn't have a single summoned beast.
"No wonder Mom and Dad gave me a batch of weapons. They told me to shoot and stun a summoned beast first, and then form a contract with it?"
Qin Shuai muttered something to himself.
At this moment, he truly identified himself as the only son of the Qin family.
This age group is still in the internship stage, which is quite common in the Deslanca region.
After all, whether it's technology or cultivation (theory + practice), Deslan is the best in the five continents, while war-torn Northern Europe only ranks fourth.
Abundant theoretical lectures, relentless exams, rich and sweet milk tea, and an orbital cannon capable of shattering extraterrestrial meteorites in a single blow…
A renowned scholar asserted that, without the protection of the boundary walls and the native deities, Valhalla could have unified the five continents within ten years, then invaded the Abyss, dethroned the demon gods, and wreaked havoc.
"In the name of the gods, in the glory of the stars, come forth, my companion, unicorn!"
The boy shouted, his childish and immature words overflowing from his mouth!
A pale yellow magical pattern appeared on the summoning book in his hand, then suddenly burst out with a ball of white light, transforming into a two-and-a-half-meter-tall unicorn. Its eyes glared, its imposing aura quite intimidating.
"Good lad, our battle group wants him!"
The tall swordsman immediately grasped the boy's hand and said excitedly, "Don't worry, I will protect you well. You can go and fight with peace of mind."
Boy: "(*?▽?*)"
Aside from the tall swordsman, his companions all showed expressions of surprise and delight.
Summoner is a special profession.
Only by gaining the approval of the Summoning Codex can one unlock the Summoner rank and become a powerful figure in a one-man army in the future.
Moreover, summoned beasts can replace human labor and reduce casualties. If there are auxiliary summoned beasts for scouting, healing, etc., it is even more of a blessing.
Witnessing this scene, Qin Shuai remained silent.
He pondered, pulled out his double-barreled magic-slaying gun, and realized that his role should be that of a quick-draw gunner.
Three shots per second?
"Brother, are you a summoner?"
A beautiful girl walked over. She carried a crossbow on her back and had a bag of storage equipment at her waist, clearly an archer.
The girl's smile was pure, and the freckles on her face only made her look more adorable.
Qin Shuai put away the Summoning Tome, pondered for a moment, and said, "I am a scholar, part-time alchemy apprentice, not a combat profession."
The freckled girl was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Brother, you're so knowledgeable and witty. How about you consider being my boyfriend?"
Qin Shuai pondered for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the sky in silence.
Blue sky and white clouds, bursting forth with rosy clouds, and a ferocious bird-type summoned beast flashed across the sky.
Freckled girl: "Brother, why aren't you saying anything? What are you looking at?"
Qin Shuai was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm asking if your mother agrees."
Freckled girl: "Eh...(*?▽?*)??"
Qin Shuai turned and left, leaving behind a dashing silhouette.
he,
Qin Shuai,
His primary role was gunner, but he never forgot that he was also a…
Master Zu'an!
As a Black Iron Tier 3 Apprentice Summoner, I don't even have a single summoned beast. Going up there would just be a waste of my time.
If he were in a group, he'd probably be a blank slate, only good for dancing and blessing his teammates.
and,
He had money, grain, and a batch of weapons.
One person can form an army?
If you're going to team up, you'll need at least one... three summoned beasts.
It's perfectly reasonable for a scholar to also be an alchemy apprentice, and to go on an adventure with a gun... right?
Before taking his first step into the secret realm, Qin Shuai hesitated for a moment, then stepped in with his left foot.
"Pfft! Hahaha, you dare to go to the secret realm alone?"
"This idiot seems to be unaware of the rules of this exam room."
"They might be a master, so be careful not to get proven wrong."
"We're ready to start a team, hoping to secure a spot in the academy."
"Yes, Commander!"
There were discussions within the team, and while some, like Qin Shuai, worked alone, there were a few others, though not many.
In the corner, the black-robed man, silently eating a beef bun, glanced in the direction of the secret realm.
A chilling aura emanated from his sleeves, but was quickly suppressed.
He lowered his head and continued eating his steamed bun, not showing his face at all.
…
"According to reports, there were demons mixed in during this assessment, but it's unclear whether that's true or not."
A crimson magic carpet, flames raging, and a middle-aged man with red hair, drinking a pot of wine, glanced at Secret Realm No. 3.
Tens of thousands of people engaged in fierce battles, fighting and cooperating with each other. The bodies of the dead turned into faint radiance and were teleported out of the secret realm, failing the test.
There were also mighty beasts, their roars shaking the heavens. With a glare of their dragon eyes and a stride of their legs, they chased and killed more than a thousand people—it was incredibly exhilarating.
"Being vigilant is definitely the right thing to do. Once the secret realm opens, there will be no escape, not to mention that our mentors are already secretly investigating. We must kill the demons as soon as possible."
"However, a few remnants of the demon race shouldn't be worth your attention... Or is that demon a demon general?"
Above the Thunder Eagle, a powerful figure with a weathered, middle-aged face calmly spoke.
The red-haired man chuckled, tossing a jug of wine to the eagle-riding warrior. A smile played on his lips. "Mo Chen, guess what his identity is?"
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