A glowing interface floated gently, reflecting a pair of golden eyes, sternly reading line after line.
Spirit name:
[Poop Shoveling Officer]
▽Strength (☆☆)
▽Stamina (☆☆☆)
▽Agility (☆☆)
▽Intelligence (☆☆☆)
▽Charm (☆☆☆☆☆) MAX
PS: [Animal-related only]
▽Luck (☆☆)
Summoner's Rating:
[1 star]
Review:
[I got a fake spirit]
Castra looked at the bright red "1 star" on his virtual panel and stared at the hooded summoner in front of him…his stern face instantly broke into disbelief.
"Sir, why 1 star rating? I thought I've already done well..."
The word "done well" triggered a switch in the summoner and the quiet young man suddenly exploded like a bomb.
"DONE WELL YOU SAID?!! YOU SH*T— "
The young man's voice echoed throughout the forest and saliva flew all over Castra's face.
With a dark red face like a boiled crab, the young summoner pointed his middle finger at Castra and cursed with all of his heart.
"You know that you're only an F-rank and you have four 1 star reviews in a row, right?!"
"Wait sir, with the last 1 star review you gave me, rounding up, it's a five-star review, right?"
"Rounding up your a*s!!"
Castra didn't know what possessed him, but he subconsciously blurted,
"Uh sir, my a*s is indeed round— "
"Ahhh!! Are you mocking me??"
The summoner was so excited that he wanted to grab Castra's collar but unfortunately, the guy was naked from his neck to his waist...
So he grabbed the guy's pants!
Then, he shook it hard, about to strip Castra bare in one go!
Castra felt his innocence was threatened and immediately summoned his weapon.
"Come forth, Lloyd!"
A two-meter tall shovel appeared out of the blue and Castra desperately waved Lloyd around while pleading for mercy.
"Sir, calm down! Calm down! It's against the rule to assault a summon spirit!"
"Ahhh! I don't care!! You actually used some kind of laxative skill to make the rooster monster so energetic— to attack me!!"
The summoner snapped and showed Castra the scratch wounds all over his face and body.
If he could, he would have wanted to strip down for Castra to see.
Seeing those wounds, Castra felt a little pang in his consciousness, but just a lil bit.
After all, what did the cute rooster do wrong? It just wanted to poop and after that, "play" with the summoner…
It must be this summoner who was wrong!
Well, at least he should apologize…maybe the "customer" would edit the 1 star review?
Unfortunately, before Castra could do that, the summoner gave up on the pants and stormed off while shouting his last curse,
"I pray you won't be a summon spirit in your next life, you fcker!!!"
The voice slowly disappeared, and so did Castra's work attitude.
The young man instantly slumped his shoulders and sighed like an old man.
Sir summoner, who would want to be a summon spirit if they could be a summoner instead??
Oh wait, no, who would want to work if they could be a couch potato?
But a month ago, he was just taking a leave from work...and then got transmigrated into a summon spirit out of the blue!
It's all forced!
Just what's wrong with this transmigration script?
Where's the legendary system? Where's the harem? Where's the five star reviews?
And isn't this world a western fantasy?
Why the hell would there be a review for summon spirits??
Is it his karma because he often gives bad reviews to his own company?!
Castra looked at his surroundings that had already turned into a blurry picture and the teleportation portal underneath his feet slowly swallowing his body.
The familiar cold voice of a certain administrator rang in his mind.
BEEP. [The spirit has finished his service. Returning to the Spirit World ••• ]
Ah, here we go again...back to that capitalist den.
Spirit World, Lower Sky.
A circle of blue light flickered in the middle of a mud road and Castra's towering figure appeared intact, landing precisely on the road.
Castra looked at the gloomy surroundings that very much described a slum and had the urge to swear.
Why would there be a slum in the spirit world?
The spirit world's administrator must have a hole in the head.
Maybe it was karma because Castra cursed the spirit world's administrator...
A notification from the spirit world suddenly popped up.
BEEP. [Calculating the mana earned from the recent summon ••• ]
[Converting mana to spirit coins ••• ]
BEEP. [You earned 100 spirit coins.]
[Deducting 200 spirit coins for today's spirit maintenance— ]
BEEP! BEEP! [Spirit Coins are not enough! Not enough! Deducting from the spirit's body ••• ]
Then, Castra's left hand suddenly flickered non-stop and soon, the solid flesh slowly became transparent!
A few passersby; a toaster, a feather duster, a mop and a bucket, saw Castra's situation and they shrieked in unison,
"Ah! That spirit's hand is disappearing!"
"Ahh! He's going to die!"
Castra laughed mockingly.
Him? Dying? Haha, what a joke.
But Castra felt his body weakening, as if the energy was sucked somewhere else.
His mocking smile slowly froze on his face.
Uh...so the rumor that spirits would slowly disappear without daily maintenance is true??
Calm down, calm down, his body didn't immediately disappear.
Maybe there's still time, a month or so...
There's no other way. He had to get a lot of spirit coins from the summoner!
Strive for a five-star review and a hefty tip!
Before Castra could get his hopes high, a virtual screen popped up in front of him with a bright red notice.
BEEP! [Dear spirit, a summoner has reported you for dereliction of duty.]
[You will be suspended for a month.]
!!
Ahhh! It must have been that shitty guy earlier!!
He knew it. That guy must be jealous of his handsome face and Apollo-like body!
Humans are really insidious!
Since he got suspended, no summoners could summon him, not even through a random summon…
No spirit coins to earn.
This is basically a death sentence, ah.
Castra flopped to the ground and laid flat, not caring about the four passersby who left in a hurry.
It's over.
Who could save him?
Why wasn't there a pie from the sky?
There wasn't a pie falling from the sky, but there was a poop.
...a poop?
Castra looked at the familiar object with mosaics that fell rapidly towards him.
Oh sht. That's really a sh*t!!
Castra wanted to dodge, but the poop fell faster than he predicted and the next second, it fell flat on his handsome face.
Plop!
The moment the poop touched Castra's face, a cold machine voice sounded in his ears.
DUNG! [The *beep* system has found a host.]
[Scanning for compatibility...]
[100% compatible.]
[Binding the host...]
[Binding successful!]
A cheerful boy's voice immediately entered Castra's mind.
DUNG! [The great *beep* system is online! <(￣︶￣)>]