Chapter Fifty-Three
Crow leaned back, a rare glint of satisfaction in his cold golden eyes.
The Summoner class was a true treasure.
The ability to bind powerful beings permanently —
with no fear of losing them to death —
fit perfectly into his ever-growing empire.
And even better?
He remembered something.
In just a few minutes,
the system would release 100 Summon Coins into the starter village's black market shop.
Each Summon Coin could be used to unlock an additional Summon Slot.
The cost was simple:
1 Coin for the first extra slot. 2 Coins for the second extra slot. 3 Coins for the third extra slot. And so on...
Crow smirked.
With 100 coins?
He could unlock far, far more slots than any other player could even dream of.
He could raise an army of immortal summons,
each as strong as elite monsters —
and still have his undead, dragons, elves, divine units, heroes, and beasts.
He checked the timer.
[2 minutes remaining.]
Crow tapped his throne armrest lightly,
already planning.
Soon,
his summons would flood battlefields like a living tide.
And once the world fused with the game?
No nation would stand against him.