The Reborn Prince: My Summoning System is God-Tier

8

The atmosphere inside the mansion was heavy with a primal, ancient energy that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of my bones. Standing before the three elders of the Spiritual Beast tribes, I felt like a small boat anchored next to three massive, immovable icebergs. Their respect was no longer just a matter of politeness; it was a profound acknowledgment of my status. I took a slow, steadying breath, my fingers brushing the cold hilt of the silver sword at my waist.

"Since you say so, I won't stand on ceremony, my friends," I said, my voice resonating with a calm that felt unnatural for a four-year-old child. "I hope your journey back to your ancestral lands will be safe and sound. As for the criminals responsible for these atrocities—the ones who dared to lay their filthy hands on your children—you will not have to search for them. Thor will provide you with their exact locations. I wish I could do more personally to aid in your vengeance, but as you can see, my loyal forces are currently limited. My power is still in its infancy, numbered only to three: Thor, Ren, and Kurma. If you wish to seek retribution, you can wait until my shadow grows to overshadow this entire state, or you can take matters into your own hands right now."

Old White, the massive bear elder, offered a deep, rumbling smile that revealed teeth as sharp as daggers. "Ah... Humans and their eternal struggle for power. Some things never change, no matter how many centuries pass or how many empires rise and fall. We have always avoided human conflicts; we simply do not care for your politics or your greed. But if the one destined to rule this land is you, Prince Liam... then we would be happy to have you as our Governor. Having a fair and just ruler like you is a rare blessing the Secluded State truly needs."

Old Black, the obsidian wolf, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a sharp, predatory light that seemed to pierce through the shadows. "Prince Liam, we will take our revenge with our own claws. We cannot let such an insult against our bloodline stand. Sir Thor, if you would be so kind as to show us where these rats are hiding?"

Thor didn't hesitate for a single second. He pulled a weathered parchment from his belt and handed it to the wolf elder. "With pleasure. I have already mapped their primary stronghold and every hidden escape route they might attempt to use. They won't even have the chance to scream before the end comes."

After a series of respectful goodbyes and watching the tribesmen depart into the darkness of the night, guided by Thor's lethal intelligence, I was taken back to my room by Ren. The silence of the mansion felt different now—no longer empty, but charged with a new kind of terrifying potential.

Once I was safely alone, I collapsed onto the floor and immediately pulled up my system interface. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird as I looked at the notification that had been pulsing since we left the beast mansion.

[ Mission Name: Secluded Spiritual Beast Tribesmen ]

[ Description: Make Friends with Secluded Spiritual Beast tribesmen. ]

[ Status: Completed. ]

I opened my inventory with trembling fingers, and there it was—a shimmering golden ticket that radiated a pressure so intense it made the very air in the room hum with power. I focused my mind on the icon, and a detailed window expanded before my eyes.

[ High Level Summon Ticket: Summon one High-level loyal servant or several Mid and Low level loyal servant squads. ]

[ Stage: Unknown (Depending on the individual summoned) ]

[ Ability: Unknown (Depending on the individual summoned) ]

[ (Start Summon) ]

I took a deep breath to steady my mind and clicked 'Start Summon'.

The reaction was instantaneous. A thick, golden fog erupted from the center of the room, swirling in a violent, silent vortex. But the fog didn't stay contained within the four walls of my chamber; it poured out of the window like a golden river, rising high above the mansion until it pierced the very clouds. Suddenly, the moonlight was blocked out by a colossal shadow that manifested against the sky. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine—a primal, instinctive fear originating from the very bottom of my soul. The shadow was gargantuan, at least three times the size of the entire mansion grounds, its silhouette stretching across the clouds like a god of the ancient world.

Then, a new status window appeared, illuminating the darkened room with its blue glow:

[ Name: Not Given Yet ]

[ Title: Sky Dragon, Wind Ruler, True Blood Dragon, Divine Beast. ]

[ Age: 400 years old ]

[ Health: 100% ]

[ Cultivation Qi: Eighth Stage: 4th level Sky Realm. ]

[ Cultivation Body: Eighth Stage: 4th level Sky Realm. ]

[ Skills: Weather Control Lv.9, Human Form Lv.8, Wind Element Control Lv.9, Formation Master Lv.9 ]

I stood frozen in a state of pure shock. His stats were beyond 'OP'. While he might not be the single strongest being in the world's entire lore, for my current self, he was an absolute godsend. With a servant of this caliber, taking total control of the Secluded State wasn't just a possibility—it was an inevitability.

A shadow detached itself from the clouds and drifted slowly toward my window, moving with a grace that made the air itself seem to bow in its presence. It entered the room and materialized into the form of a man. He knelt behind me on one knee, his head bowed in absolute, unbreakable loyalty.

"I greet my Lord," he said, his voice echoing with the resonance of a mountain wind.

I turned to look at him. He appeared to be a young man in his mid-twenties, but his hair was a brilliant, shimmering white that hinted at the centuries of wisdom and power he carried. "Nice to meet you," I said, trying my best to keep my voice from trembling under the weight of his aura. "Your true form... it must be quite magnificent."

"If my Lord wishes to see it, I shall follow your commands and fill the sky with my wings," he replied, his tone humble yet firm.

I thought for a moment, weighing the consequences of such a display. "No need for that right now. Such a sight would cause a panic I'm not ready to handle. Since you don't have a name yet... how about I give you one?"

He looked up, a small, proud smile touching his lips. "Name me as you wish, my Lord. It would be my greatest honor."

I searched my mind for a name that carried weight, power, and the essence of the storm. "I will name you... Veldora!"

Veldora smiled broadly, his eyes gleaming with a golden pride that seemed to light up the room. "Veldora... a name of strength. Thank you, my Lord. I accept this name with all my heart."

I turned my attention back to the system screen, specifically focusing on his unique skills. "Veldora, the system says you are a Formation Master. How much do you truly know about the art of formations? Are you capable of weaving complex arrays?"

Veldora met my gaze with total, unwavering confidence. "I am a Peak Formation Master, Lord. I am only a hair's breadth away from a breakthrough that would make me a Formation Grandmaster. I can manipulate the world's Qi into illusions that can hide an empire, or barriers that can withstand the wrath of the heavens."

Hearing this, my mind began to race through the endless possibilities. A Peak Formation Master was exactly what I needed to optimize my long-term plans. I could use him to unlock the powerful illusion formation protecting the Rich Spiritual Land I remembered from the novel—a place filled with enough treasures to fuel an army. However, I quickly reined in my greed. I had to be smart. This world was a slaughterhouse for the careless.

As a "cannon fodder" character like Liam, showing even a hint of my true power at this stage would be a death sentence. If I revealed Veldora's existence or the strength of my growing forces too early, the major powers of the empire would descend upon me like vultures. I had to remain a shadow until I was strong enough to become the storm that would sweep them all away.

"Veldora," I said, my voice dropping to a low, serious tone. "I require your expertise to build several specialized formations across the Secluded State. I need Illusion Formations to hide our secret bases, Protection Formations to keep our people safe, Offensive Formations to annihilate any who dare to intrude, and most importantly, Qi-Gathering Formations to accelerate our cultivation. It will be an immense amount of work, but I believe you are the only one capable of such a feat."

Veldora bowed his head until it nearly touched the floor. "Lord, there will be no problem. Please trust me with this task. I will weave your will into the very foundations of this land. I will finish it in no time."

I noticed the lateness of the hour. The moon had reached its peak, and the silence of the night had deepened into a heavy blanket. "It is getting late. Take this gold and head to the 'Golden Leaf' Inn nearby," I said, pointing toward a respectable establishment near the palace that I could see clearly thanks to the mask's enhanced vision. "I will summon you when the time is right. For now, maintain your human form and blend in."

I handed him several gold coins, and with a silent nod that carried the weight of a dragon's promise, he disappeared from the room.

I walked over to the window and stared at the moon, my mind swirling with everything that had transpired in just a few weeks. I was still in a state of mild shock. My entire being—my very soul—had shifted. I wondered how I was able to adapt to this life of manipulation, power, and divine beasts with so little resistance. Perhaps my years as an Otaku, spent immersing myself in countless stories of heroes and villains, had prepared my mind for this exact moment. Or perhaps the soul of Mike was more compatible with the destiny of Liam than I ever imagined. Whatever the reason, the script of the novel was no longer my master. I was the architect now, and the Vermilion Empire had no idea of the storm that was gathering in its most forgotten state.