Please Stop Summoning Me!

The heavy rain continued to fall through the night nonstop, and Shen Yi's heart fluttered with it. The cafe was dark. He did not turn on the lights and sat by the window in the darkness, staring outside at the night sky, not showing any signs of sleeping.

His mood was very chaotic; he wanted to make another cup of hand-brewed coffee, but in the end, he made a cup of instant black coffee. The bitter taste spread through the tongue and into the mind as if flowing into the limbs. Shen Yi was not accustomed to drinking instant coffee.

He has already determined the summoning words that appear in his mind from time to time really have a mysterious effect. People who desire something would summon him by mistake. And in the future, he is sure more people will "dial the wrong number."

Throughout the months, he had heard the summoning many times; he was prepared, but the experience just now was nonetheless startling.

Whether being in the presence of a cult or facing the sacrificial little girl, all these experiences gave him a sense of unreality.

He did not feel he was always safe and sound, and the biggest reason he did not encounter danger this time was pure luck. He had not seen any cultists at all but rather a frightened little girl who was supposed to be a sacrifice.

If he had been confronted by a vicious and sensible cultist, he would have been exposed with some probing.

He obviously was not a god.

Even if it was not exposed this time, what about next time? What about after five, six, seven, eight, or nine times?

Shen Yi shook his head and sighed. He opened his hands and clenched them hard again to ease the tension.

"If I had known it, I would not have done that ritual."

He still remembered his transmigration.

An ancient book was handed down from the ancestors in the family, containing a lot of information about secret techniques. He initially did not believe it.

However, his luck had been worse lately, and he had encountered plenty of weird misfortunes in his life. And suddenly, when he was in a state of confusion, he learned about a novel in which the main character gets a 'transit ceremony.'

His purpose was to self-suggest, relax the stress so that he could cheer himself up again. He is a person who thinks seeing is believing, and hearing is not believing. He did not assume the so-called ritual would be effective at all.The transfer ceremony was quite simple.

According to the instructions in the ancient book, he prepared a lot of yellow papers and placed them on the four edges of a table, then wrote a name on each one. Only one of them was his own name, and the rest were the names given in the book.

Shen Xi, according to the book, after turning around the table a few times, recited the incantation given in it and then took off the paper with his name. The following evenings, at the same time, he took the remaining pieces off the table one by one.After the ceremony, nothing happened.

He had thought so.

However, within a few days, he found himself transmigrating in a daze.

After transmigrating, he was initially in a bad mood. If he was given a chance to start over again, he would never perform the ceremony.

Although you can travel through - like the protagonist in the book - and even reach the pinnacle of the universe, was it even half as important as your loved ones back home?

"After experiencing the transmigration, I am no longer surprised by anything."

He had really thought so before the trembling and summoning appeared. As a result, after experiencing the events of the past few days, he had to admit that the world still had plenty of surprises for him.

With a sigh, he took a sip of instant black coffee and rose from his seat.

"It's better to sleep first and then think about it in the morning."

Shen Yi went from the side door of the kitchen to the back room.

The cafe was divided into two parts. The front part has been used for receiving the customers.

The latter part has been used for his living. It was not a big, just ten square ft, room. But although the room was small, it had everything: beds, bookcases, and clothes rack.

Sitting on the dark brown bed, instead of sleeping directly, he took out a pen and paper to write the summoning spell he had heard.

He didn't fully remember most spells but could recognize some of them.

"Well, it's awful."

I have heard twelve summons, and there are a total of seven different summoning rituals. Moreover, there should be new summonings appearing in the future.

A faint bitterness passed over his face.

"I'm afraid there will be many evil cults and similar forces that will come after me. No matter what, once my true identity is exposed, I will be dead."

Shen Yi massaged his temples and shook his head. The disappointment on his face was beyond words.

"Why can't you properly summon and not make mistakes? Do you have any professional qualities of being a cult?"

Shen Yi lowered his head to ponder. He had heard the summoning words very frequently, and he didn't know when the next summoning would be.

"Only by pretending to be a god, the most important part is to deceive the summoner without being caught."

Shen Yi likes to make plans. He listed the summons as far as he remembered in his notes and then wrote the next course of action.

"I have to go through the related books to learn about various gods and religious groups."

'As for where to look for books?' he already had an idea.

This capital city has a well-known University named Nolan, a top-ranked university, Bedern Imperial College. There should be a lot of information on mysteries there.

After writing down the plan, Shen Yi suddenly felt hot.

As if a scorching flame had crawled up his chest, burning his heart and lungs, and almost tearing apart his body.

He got up subconsciously and patted his chest a few times. The heat gradually subsided like a warm stream of water and eventually flowed to the palm of his hand.

He could feel the heat in his palm very clearly. This heat was very stable and did not hurt him at all.

"What's going on?"

In an attempt, he made the "one-handed wave" move shown in anime.

A flame blazed in the palm of his hand.

He was stunned for a long time, but his eyes did not conceal the surprise he felt. There was no doubt that this was extraordinary power.

Although it's no longer rare to see the phenomenon of the world, he actually possesses a genuine-extraordinary power.

It's impossible not to get excited.

"This fire..."

Closing his eyes, he focused his mind a bit. The tiny flame instantly grew bigger, expanding into a swaying fireball, and seemed to rise to the sky to a giant dragon.

After trying, he found that it was completely different from the actual flame.

There was no temperature, and it would not ignite objects.

"It turned out to be harmless?"

He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He never thought that the extraordinary power he had acquired with great difficulty would be a vase flower.He thought he would rise to the pinnacle of the universe: open a harem in another world, become the overlord of the world.

"What's this? I'm still disgracing the transmigrates. Can't I just raise my hand and let out the inextinguishable black fire?"

He tried to control the flame, and the white flames floated mid-air, moved fast, and changed into various shapes.

While controlling the white flame, he found some discomfort. It seemed that this force did not belong to him.

"Could it be that it has some connection with the Lord of Ashes?"

He made a preliminary judgment that he had obtained a small amount of the power of the Lord of Ashes because of the wrong call.

He tried to put away the flame, and it immediately got back into his palm again.

He took a pen to jot down on his notes.

"The wrong call will give you the relevant power of the Lord."

It is not clear why he was summoned. And so far, there was only a little information available.

But the appearance of this flame made him breathe a sigh of relief.

It is not a simple matter to deceive the cult. But it is a different matter altogether with extraordinary power, even if it's not lethal.

'I do not know if the flame will become more powerful and more lethal as the number of summons increases, but if I do become strong, I won't have to hide.'

Whoever dared to expose him as a fake. He would break his skull.

In this way, he would naturally be a true god.