Others Summon Legendary Dragons And Knights, While I Summon Slimes
In a world where greatness is measured by the legends one summons—ancient dragons, divine knights, and mythic beasts—Arthur Kingslayer was born a disappointment.
When the Talent Discovery Orb flared with countless shifting colors, the kingdom held its breath, certain a prodigy had been revealed. But the verdict was cruel: talentless. Laughter followed. Whispers spread. And for Arthur’s father, the mighty King, shame turned into something far worse.
To erase the stain on his bloodline, the king declared a grand hunting festival.
The prey was his own son.
Driven into the forest like a fleeting beast, Arthur watched helplessly as the only person who ever loved him—his loyal maid, Areal—was beheaded before his eyes by his father himself. Arrows tore into his legs as he fled, blood soaking the earth, yet Arthur refused to die.
Dragging his broken body through mud and roots, he collapsed into a narrow pit, hiding there until the sounds of pursuit faded into silence.
When he awoke, death had not claimed him.
Instead, something else had answered.
Before him wobbled a small green slime—weak, ridiculed, and dismissed by the world.
At that moment, Arthur’s long-dormant talent panel ignited, its words glowing with an impossible authority:
“Slime detected. Initiating bond in response to Slime God Talent.”
Abandoned by blood. Branded a failure. Reborn through the weakest summon in existence.
As hatred hardens into resolve, Arthur Kingslayer swears vengeance upon the kingdom that tried to erase him. In a world obsessed with legends, he will rise through what they scorn most—and prove that even a slime tamer can devour gods.
