Back in my room, I sat on the edge of my bed, gripping the rubber sphere tightly. It felt warm in my hand, like it was waiting for me.
[Tutorial: First Summon]Summon Part: Rubber SphereSummoning Compatibility: Hands
Focus your will and imagination. Think of the strongest anime-inspired punch you can summon.
My heart hammered in my chest.
I closed my eyes and pictured the punches of anime heroes I admired—the power, the spirit, the impact.
Taking a deep breath, I whispered, "Rubber Fist… summon."
The sphere pulsed once, and then a normal human hand appeared a few inches in front of me. No glow, no light—just a solid, realistic hand that moved exactly as I moved mine.
I clenched my fist. The summoned hand clenched with me.
Slowly, I threw a punch forward.
The hand shot out and slammed into the wall with a loud thud.
Crack.
The plaster fractured where it hit.
I stared, surprised.
The hand looked normal, but I could feel its potential—it wasn't limited. If I wanted, it could stretch and extend like the stretchy arms from my past memories. It was just waiting for me to unlock that power.
[Summon Success]Rubber Fist (Prototype)Damage: LowRange: ShortStretch Ability: AvailableUpgrade Potential: High
The hand hovered a moment, then vanished.
I exhaled slowly, my pulse racing.
It was a simple start.
But with this rubber summon part and the Anime Brofist System, the possibilities were endless.
And I was ready to test every one of them.
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The first light of dawn slipped through my window, soft and calm—almost at odds with the chaos inside my head. I sat on the edge of my bed, the rubber sphere warm in my palm, the cracked wall beside me a quiet testament to last night's summon.
I took a deep breath. This wasn't a dream. It wasn't a game. This was my life now.
This world... it wasn't like the one I remembered from my past life. There was no anime here. No stories about rubber-powered pirates or spirit-fueled heroes. Instead, there were Gates—random portals that tore open across the earth, spilling out monsters and dangers.
Summoners like me existed to fight those dangers. We trained in special schools, learned how to navigate dungeons, and collected summon parts—fragments of weapons, monsters, skills, or tools. Those parts were the keys to summoning anything. Without them, summoning was impossible.
The dungeons and summon parts came with ranks, from F—the weakest—to S, the strongest. Everyone aimed to collect better parts and climb the ranks, hoping for power, prestige, or just survival.
Most summoners awakened with compatibility to monsters, weapons, or skills. But mine was different: Hands. That meant I could only summon things related to hands. It seemed limited, but with this weird Anime Brofist System and my past life memories, I had a secret advantage no one else knew.
I looked around my room—posters I'd drawn, stacks of books, and the worn-out rubber sphere resting in my hand. My parents left this behind. Their part. My first summon part.
Outside, the city was waking. People were heading toward summoner schools, markets, and jobs. Life moved on, unaware of the battles and secrets beneath its surface.
Today was the day I had to face that world.
And I wasn't just a summoner—I was something new.
An Anime Summoner.