The Temple smelled like old incense and desperation.
A dying Oracle—wrinkled, clocked in rags, raised her trembling arms to ceiling.
"Bring forth the savior! End the oppression! End the age of vermin!"
A circle of runes glowed on the cracked stone floor. Humans huddled in the shadows, eyes wide with hope they barely understood. Outside, the elf slavers' laughter echoed as they dragged more "pests" to the auction block.
Then—
CRACK
A flash of light brighter than the twin moons.
The runes exploded in sparks. The oracle collapsed, dead. And there, in the center of the circle, stood a boy.
Akira—no, Elys Solvaris Arcanor blinked.
"...This is just like episode 1 of Reincarnated as a Slime," he muttered. "Cool."
He looked down.
Small hands. Thin arms. Short legs. A child's body. He froze.
"...Wait."
He patted his face—smooth, no stubble. His voice cracked higher when he spoke.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
He spun, searching for a reflection, and spotted a broken rune shard on the floor. He snatched it up.
Golden eyes stared back—glowing like the sun had take a nap inside them. Black hair, messy from the summon. Pale skin. And a face that screamed "13-year-old forever."
"Truck-kun, you absolute bastard! I was 17! I had a life! A part-time job! A growth spurt on the horizon!"
He flexed his arms—still scrawny. But power surged through them like lightning. A sword of pure light materialized in his hand, humming with godlike energy.
"Okay... okay. Body nerfed, power buffed. Eternal child protagonist? Kinda peak, actually. I'll just be the cute OP overload. Yeah. That's my arc."
He grinned, a little manic.
"Status window? System? Anything?"
Nothing.
"Lame. Whatever. Time to test this."
He stepped outside.
The village was burning. Elf slavers in silver armor laughed as they whipped humans into chains. A young girl screamed as an elf yanked her hair.
Elys tilted his head. "That's not very hero-like."
The elves noticed him.
"Who's the runt?" One snarled. "Another human pest?"
Elys raised the sword. "Rude. I'm the summoned protagonist. You're supposed to be scared."
The elves laughed harder.
Elys sighed. "Fine. Let's make this quick."
He flicked his wrist.
The Light Sword shot forward like a comet. It split into dozen blades mid-air, each one streak of blinding light. They sliced through armor, flesh, and arrogance in one clean sweep.
Blood sprayed. Heads rolled. The elves' laughter turned to gurgles.
The humans stared, mouths open.
Elys landed lightly. The swords returned to his hand, merging back into one. "Too easy. We're's the boss fight?"
One elf, barely alive—crawled toward him, hands raised. "M-mercy! I'll tell you anything! Please!"
Elys crouched down, tilting his head. "Anything?"
"Y-yes!"
"Favorite Black Clover character?"
The elf blinked. "... L-Litch?"
Elys's eyes narrowed. "Wrong. It's Asta. Asta is the goat. He has no magic but still bodies everyone. That's peak."
The elf opened his mouth to protest.
The Light Sword pierced his heart.
Elys stood up. "Next time, pick the right answer."
The humans cheered weakly. "Our savior!"
Elys waved them off. "Yeah, yeah. I'm not here to save you. I'm here because I'm bored. And this world looks like it needs a plot twist."
He looked at the sky. "System? Inventory? Shop? Anything?"
Still nothing.
He sighed dramatically. "No gacha? No skill tree? What kind of trash Isekai is this?"
A human elder approached, bowing low. "Great one... thank you. The elves have oppressed us for generations. Will you lead us to freedom?"
Elys scratched his head. "Freedom? Sounds like work. I'm more of a conquer the world and chill type."
The elder blinked.
Elys grinned. "But... I'm bored. And every good protagonist needs a party. Apostles. Yeah. I'll build a squad of twelve OP guys and girls from every race. We'll fix this damn world, or destroy it, or whatever's more fun."
He pointed at the elder. "You. Answer this: What's the best Isekai power fantasy?"
The elder gulped. He didn't know what the Isekai means. But.. "...The one where the hero is overpowered and everyone fears him?"
Elys's eyes lit up. "Correct! You live!"
The humans cheered louder.
Elys floated upward on his Light Sword, riding it like a surfboard. "Alright, world. You're my new playground. Let's see how long it takes for me to get bored again."
He glanced back at the village. "Oh, and if you see any other summoned heroes... tell them I'm the final boss."
He shot into the sky, a streak of light against the dark.
Behind him, the humans whispered.
"Our savior is... kind of weird."
"Shut up," the elder hissed. "He spared me. That's enough."
Somewhere in the distance, a dragon roared.
Elys laughed. "Finally. Something that might be fun."
He accelerated.
The age of the lest was over.
The age of the Light Sword Sovereign had begun.