Homebody Summoner
Our protagonist is named Hao Ren, one of the unfortunate victims of a corporate scheme orchestrated by a consortium in the Deks Star System. He is forced to participate in a grand interactive live-action game on Blue Star. As a summoner accompanied by a motley crew of summoned creatures, Hao Ren resolves to become an existence surpassing even the likes of "qb." Note 1: This is simply a work inspired by “Suddenly a Father” and “War of the Cuties.” If this is not to your taste, please refrain from criticism—your understanding is appreciated. Note 2: As a new author, there may inevitably be bugs or lapses in logic. I ask for your forgiveness. Note 3: Without the funds to purchase... Coach, I want to play Dead or Alive. Note 4: This work is a product of imagination; please do not associate it with other works. If any similarities arise, feel free to contact me—we’ll probably get along quite well.
Homebody Summoner
In an ordinary student dormitory, a young man wrapped in a coat.
“Ah hahahahaha!” The young man roared.
“The brakes… are broken.” On the laptop screen, two characters, one with naturally curly hair and the other with short black hair, looked utterly bewildered.
The computer was playing episode 237 of Gintama. At the moment when the shogun and the chief’s prostate brakes failed, the young man flailed his arms and accidentally knocked over a drink bottle beside the laptop. The ice pear soda, known as the “yellow rose of annihilation,” spilled onto the keyboard.
Realizing what had happened, the young man scrambled to find some tissues. Suddenly, a pop-up window appeared on the computer screen.
“Click me to join our game and realize your wish (smile),” read the black background with red characters at the top. Below were two options: “yes” and “yes,” both written differently.
“What the heck? Is this a forced entry?” The young man muttered reflexively, surprised.
He didn’t take it seriously and moved the mouse to click the top right corner of the screen, but at that instant, his vision began to blur. Before losing consciousness, he saw that the familiar red X in the corner had disappeared, replaced by a red background with white letters reading “hai.”
A pure white plaza. Above it floated a gigantic orb radiating a gentle white light. Beneath the orb, the young man, dressed in a coat, triangle briefs, and slippers, stood, mouth agape, staring dazedly at the light.
“Déjà vu?!” He wiped the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t te
