Qiao Wen traveled to a different world, where there is a ritual called "Summoning the Heroic Spirit"...

"Everyone, listen to me! Yesterday I summoned a Minotaur. Even though he was a little bit stupid, guess what? His attributes were ridiculously high!"

"Tsk, what's so great about a minotaur? Last time, my luck really exploded. With one single shot, I summoned a master of the Sword Sect. In this world, that is a rare existence!"

"Sword Sect? I think calling you ancestor is more appropriate. Yesterday I saw with my own eyes that you mistook a long knife for a sword and gave it to someone else. You were hung on a tree and beaten!"

"I...I didn't do that. How can you slander someone's innocence like this?!"

As the pub gradually became filled with a cheerful atmosphere late at night, Qiao Wen, who was drinking and socializing with the opposite sex in a corner, suddenly felt someone poked his head.

When he turned around, he saw a blonde beauty looking at him with a smile.

Three pairs of wings of light were faintly visible behind her. Although the woman was smiling, she was not laughing.

The pair of eyes that seemed to be able to speak narrowed slightly, as if asking him something.

——Why haven’t you come home yet so late?