MTL - Why Did You Summon Me? - v2 Chapter 492 .Special summoning method

I can see ghosts. Even the ghosts inside games. But then…”Ah! Not there, over that way! My family heirloom is hidden there.” The ghosts in the game keep revealing hidden pieces to me.

What would you do if you were transported to an academy where becoming immortal was possible? Where magic spells and swordsmanship were your courses and fighting zombies and wars were your exams? Dawn Academy was no ordinary learning institution and Xiao Lin was about to find out how mysterious and exciting this magical academy really was.

Feng Xia transmigrated to a fantasy world. This was the era when spiritual auras were exhausted, various scriptures were lost, and all cultivation techniques failed to aid the cultivators in improving. Feng Xia discovered that he had a superpower of attributes, but something seemed off.

He killed a Black Jade Spider by stepping on it. [Spider Maiden x1] dropped.

He defeated a strong opponent that qualified as a Great Emperor. [Teenage Great Emperor x1] dropped.

He was in a fight with a goddess for three days and three nights. [Mysterious Young Girl x1] dropped.

“Daddy,” a young girl greeted him in a sweet voice. Feng Xia was struck dumb.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.