The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the sprawling estate of the Li family. Amidst the serene gardens and traditional architecture, the esteemed Li household was abuzz with activity. Students from the prestigious Xianghua Academy, where the Li family had a long history of academic excellence, were beginning their school day.
Yahya Li, a strikingly handsome 16-year-old with a blend of Arab and Chinese features, walked through the bustling courtyard with a heavy heart. betrayed the sorrow that lay beneath his calm exterior. Despite the grandeur of the estate and the opulence that surrounded him, Yahya felt isolated. The memory of his mother's tragic death six years ago loomed over him like a dark cloud, haunting his every step, bt he always stay calm.
His father, Cheng Li, a respected figure in the Li family, had remained silent when Yahya desperately questioned him about his mother's death. Despite Yahya's heartfelt and repeated requests for an explanation, the official account of the accident never felt right to him. The sense of injustice gnawed at him, but Cheng Li, overwhelmed by the family's expectations and responsibilities, offered no answers or comfort, leaving Yahya to face his unresolved questions and pain alone.
As Yahya entered Xianghua Academy, the school was alive with the usual chatter and laughter. Students in crisp uniforms bustled between classes, their voices echoing through the grand hallways. Yet, for Yahya, the school environment was less of a sanctuary and more of a battleground. Zhang Li, his older brother and the pride of the family, was the epitome of academic success. The expectations placed upon Zhang were immense, as he embodied the full Li family bloodline and its esteemed legacy,Zhang Li was admired by everyone—his achievements, charm, and scholarly prowess made him the envy of his peers. Yahya, on the other hand, was subjected to relentless bullying. Zhang Li's gang, a group of students who adhered to the same high standards set by their family, made Yahya's life at school a daily torment. They took every opportunity to belittle and harass him, exploiting his mixed heritage as a point of ridicule. At the very least he did kind had one friend Wei Lin thought he don't talk to him much, Wei Lin didn't care about his family problems, but also Wei Lin couldn't dare to help Yahya due to his brother family background.
As Yahya made his way to his locker, a familiar sneer greeted him. One of Zhang Li's gang members, a tall boy with a smirk that oozed arrogance, blocked his path. "Look who we have here. Still trying to be part of the Li family's legacy, huh?" he taunted, his voice dripping with derision.
Yahya's face flushed with a mix of anger and humiliation, but he kept his head bowed and said nothing. The boy shoved him aside, sending Yahya's books scattering to the floor. A small crowd gathered, their whispers a cruel reminder of his isolation.
The bell rang, signaling the start of the first class. Yahya gathered his scattered books and hurried to his classroom, trying to ignore the laughter and jeers that followed him. The day dragged on, each period a reminder of his outsider status and the burdens he carried.
As the final bell of the day rang, Yahya walked slowly to the school's exit. His thoughts were consumed by the day's events and the ever-present shadow of his mother's death. He trudged home through the familiar streets, his mind heavy with unanswered questions.
Yahya Li walked slowly, savoring the calmness of the twilight hour. He had just left school and was eager to return to the estate. On the way to the driver, the tranquil evening was suddenly disrupted by a deafening crack. Yahya's head snapped up, his eyes widening in alarm. The immense tree on the edge of the path, its gnarled branches spreading wide, was toppling towards him.
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"Wait, what—?" Yahya's words were cut off as the tree began its rapid descent. His heart raced as he stumbled back, but the tree fell too quickly. He barely had time to process what was happening before the massive trunk crashed down, its immense weight slamming into the ground with a thunderous impact.
In an instant, darkness enveloped him. The ground beneath him shifted and settled with a crushing force. Yahya's vision was swallowed by shadow, and the once-peaceful twilight was replaced by a suffocating blackness. The roar of splintering wood and the rustling of leaves filled his ears, creating a chaotic symphony of destruction.
Nearby, a passerby had witnessed the calamity. The passerby's eyes widened in horror as the enormous tree crashed down, pinning Yahya beneath it. Panicked, they rushed towards the scene, their footsteps echoing in the tense silence.
"Help! Someone, please!" the passerby shouted, their voice trembling as they approached the fallen tree. They scrambled to assess the situation, trying to gauge if there was any chance of rescuing Yahya. The weight of the tree seemed insurmountable, and the passerby's frantic attempts to lift it were in vain.
"Is anyone there?" Yahya's voice came out hoarse and strained, barely audible over the sounds of the fallen tree. His desperate cries for help were swallowed by the overwhelming silence that followed. The passerby's efforts to move the tree proved futile, and they could only watch in anguish as Yahya's voice grew fainter.
"Am I... am I dying?" Yahya's mind reeled with the terrifying thought. The darkness felt infinite, and the pressure against his body seemed to increase with every passing moment. His breathing grew shallow, the air around him thick and suffocating.
In the silence, the only sound was the steady thrum of his own heartbeat, echoing in his ears. The passerby's frantic shouts were drowned out by the relentless crushing force. As the minutes ticked by, Yahya's consciousness began to fade. The crushing pressure, the suffocating darkness, and the silence all melded into a disorienting haze. The world outside became a distant echo, and his vision dimmed to black.
The passerby's voice grew hoarse with desperation as he called for help through his phone. Emergency services were on their way as quickly as possible, but the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity. Despite the presence of onlookers and the approaching rescue team, Yahya's consciousness faded, and he succumbed to the overwhelming darkness.
When Yahya's consciousness returned, he found himself in a surreal, dark blue space. The atmosphere was thick with an otherworldly energy, and the very air seemed to hum with a latent power. He lay on the ground, disoriented but alive, his surroundings a vast expanse of shimmering, ethereal blue.
A voice echoed in his mind, clear and resonant, breaking the silence of the void.
[System Awakening: 10%... 50%... 100%]
Yahya's eyes widened as a dark blue light enveloped him, and an intense, otherworldly sensation surged through his being. A mysterious System had awakened within him,
[A voice, serene yet commanding, echoed in his mind. "Welcome, Yahya Li. Congratulations you have ascended to the rank of a Lower God of Summoning."]
[A blue interface materialized before him as the System continued, "I am the Summoning System, a construct of nature's grand design. My purpose is to facilitate your summoning of beings across any dimension or to be summoned by others. My existence parallels that of a figure from a distant world, Marcus, the God of Death, who shares a fate somewhat similar to yours."]
Yahya's mind raced with disbelief. "This is like a Manhwa I read once—gods summoning heroes, recommended by a friend. But this… this is beyond anything I can ever imagined."
[The System's voice once againresonated with a gravitas that cut through his astonishment. "What you are about to undertake transcends the narratives of gods and heroes known to you. This is not mere fiction but a profound reality that will challenge the very core of your existence."]
The weight of his newfound powers surged through him, filling him with both exhilaration and awe. Chosen for his resilience and humility, Yahya now wielded the formidable might of a Lower God of Summoning. His mind swirled with the immense potential and daunting scope of his new abilities.