The summoner, a little girl wearing a loose red-hood robe, looked up at the semi-transparent spirit with her eyes squinted.
"Wat da hwel? Twis spiwit is half-solid! Injuled? Wait, huh? Thele ale two spiwits? One humanoid and one beast— Buy one gets one fwee??"
Ah. This little summoner can't say R.
The little kid didn't know Castra's thoughts and just muttered to herself.
"Let's see, a white glow...an F-lank Spiwit...[Poop Shoveling Officel]?
[Poop Shoveling Officer]
▽Strength (☆☆)
▽Stamina (☆☆☆)
▽Agility (☆☆)
▽Intelligence (☆☆☆)
▽Charm (☆☆☆☆☆) MAX
PS: [Animal-related only]
▽Luck (☆☆)
The stats are bad, as expected of an F-rank spirit.
Only the charm stat is a whopping 5 stars, but what's the use of a 5-star charm for the summoner?
Let's see the skill list...
• Laxative (F)
• The Way of The Shovel (F)
• Gut Feeling (passive)
• Absolute Scooper (passive)
Two F-rank random skills and two random passive skills.
"Bah! I've nevel seen such a useless spiwit in my plewious life!!!"
What about the tag-along beast spirit? Surely it will be better—
"Huh? Thele is no data and the aula is chaotic..."
"Arghhh! This is why a landom summon is bad! If it was in my plevious life, I wouldn't have used a landom summon— "
The little girl stomped her feet anxiously, but then, when Castra had just caught the keywords "previous life", his summoner suddenly flicked her finger.
"Whatevel. I'm taking back my natal spiwit."
With a swoosh, a fluffy creature the size of a basketball suddenly appeared in front of the little girl and the next second, Castra could feel his body being pushed to the forefront.
"Poop Shoveling Officel! I'm wunning low on mana, so you can do [Fwee Play]. Just hold on fol five minutes and stall time fol me!"
"What?? Dear customer— I mean dear summoner, wait— "
Castra's MAX LEVEL animal-special charm shone ominously and the next second...
"Chiiiiiii!!!"
A sharp glint suddenly flashed in front of Castra's eyes.
Castra only felt a gust of wind with a lingering stench and the next second, a row of fangs chomped down at him in one go.
CHOMP!
Oh sh*t!!
Castra subconsciously dodged to the right, but the sharp teeth still grazed his left ear, cutting a few strands of his hair, even leaving a trail of golden blood along the skin.
"Ugh!"
Just when Castra barely dodged the bite, the next second, the monster actually turned its head and chomped down at Castra from behind!
"CHIII!!!"
"Oh fck you sneaky bastard!!" Castra immediately pivoted while swinging his empty hand.
"Come forth, Llyod!"
Llyod the shovel immediately appeared in Castra's hand and blocked the monster's sharp teeth that were just a breath away from Castra's face.
Clang!
Screeeech!
The teeth and the steel shovel clashed hard, and the sound was so harsh that Castra subconsciously squinted his left eye.
"Ughhhh!!" Castra thrust the shovel hard and with the rebound force, he jumped back several meters, distancing himself from the monster.
Only then did he see the true appearance of the monster that he had been fighting.
The monster was at least as big as a cow, but Castra was definitely taller than the monster.
It was just that, the familiar black fur with sparks of fire and the signature head full of muscles...
"A Gym Bro rat— I mean a Muscle Head Flame Rat?"
Beep. [The Passive Skill Gut Feeling has been triggered!]
[Gut feeling: Damn, an E-rank monster? There's no way I'll win. Let's die, die~ ]
…can you stop being triggered?
Castra clutched his churning stomach as he grimaced at the gym rat bro.
Bro, bro…
Why are you a furry?? Shouldn't you be bald?!
The rat's fur floated around in the air and Castra's eyes slowly reddened.
Oh, no, no, he's going to show allergy symptoms!
This can't happen in front of the summoner and so many audiences!!
[Customer— I mean dear summoner~ Where's your natal spirit? Please help me to fight, QAQ. I can't get close to this rat~ ]
Castra cautiously moved away from the flaming rat monster while coaxing his summoner through telepathy.
The little girl who was busy feeding her last bits of mana to her natal spirit, got goosebumps at the way Castra spoke.
[Ewh! Why is youl tone of voice like that?? S-so stlange! Anyway, my natal spiwit is in a bad shape, so they can't help.]
It's good that the summoner wasn't ordering him around so he could move freely, but fighting an E-rank monster alone?
Hehe, courting death!!
Castra wanted to protest at the summoner, but then, the surroundings suddenly darkened.
Castra subconsciously looked up and saw the figure of the rat standing with its two hind legs.
Fck?
"Chiiii!!!"
The flame rat that was now even taller than Castra slammed its front claw towards the man.
Swoosh!
Sharp nails popped out of the paw and the next second, the nails actually burned with fire.
"Chi! Chi! Chi!"
Shhaaaa!
A burst of flame roared towards Castra and a sharp glint hid among the dancing flame, piercing straight at Castra's chest!
The attack came so fast that Castra could only subconsciously put Llyod in front of his chest and receive the burning claw head on.
Clang!
"Ahhhh!!" Castra felt as if his body was hit by a truck and then…the two-meter-tall spirit was thrown out like a rag doll.
—"Oh noooo!! The new spirit is downnnnn!"
The commentator shouted at the right timing as Castra fell flat onto the sandy ground several meters away from the rat.
CRASH!