Lord of Entertainment-Chapter 266: Legendary Summon

(Arthur's POV)

I clenched my fists, my anger simmering beneath the surface.

Even after being exiled by that fool of a father, I had assumed that his cruelty was directed solely at me—that he would at least spoil his daughters, just like he had indulged Lucy.

But it seemed I had overestimated him.

The shameless old man had no limits—not even when it came to selling off his own daughter in a political marriage.

I rubbed my temples, letting out a frustrated sigh.

My mind drifted to Apollonia, her expression from our last meeting etched into my memory—especially when I had seen her at the Alicorn Auction.

I shook my head, muttering under my breath, "No wonder she looked so worried back then..."

A flicker of guilt crept in.

Even when I had crossed paths with them, I hadn't even greeted them.

Firfel was right.

I needed to visit my sister—to see for myself how she was doing.

I wasn't exactly eager to set foot in Morningstar again, but ultimately, I made my decision.

I would pay the royal family a visit.

I may no longer be part of their world, but there was no harm in visiting—at least for Apollonia.

Besides, unlike before, I now had the confidence to face them.

My wealth alone had already reached an estimated $3–4 billion dollars—even I wasn't entirely sure of the exact figure in my accounts.

It was enough to place me in the top 20 richest individuals in the world, yet in official rankings, I was only listed in the top 30s—the financial media had yet to uncover the full extent of my wealth.

I set those thoughts aside for now.

Stepping into my room, I locked the door and reached into my system storage, pulling out the summoning item.

It was a card—pure white, completely blank.

I studied it, and in an instant, the system's instructions appeared before my eyes.

"Hmm... so I have to chant these words while focusing on the exact details of the summon in my mind?" I murmured, skimming through the instructions.

This would be interesting.

"Alright..." I finally muttered, taking a deep breath.

Closing my eyes, I focused on every detail of Yoda, envisioning him with absolute clarity—his small, frail yet wise form, his sharp ears, his wrinkled green skin, and his deep, knowing eyes that carried the weight of centuries.

His robes, the same worn, earth-toned outfit he always wore in Star Wars, giving him the appearance of a humble sage rather than a warrior.

His weapon—his legendary lightsaber, resting in his grip, an extension of his will and mastery of the Force.

His personality—mysterious, wise, cryptic yet full of humor, a being who spoke in riddles yet wielded unparalleled wisdom and insight.

With all of this firmly etched in my mind, I began the chant.

"By the threads of fate and the will of my thoughts,

From the depths of imagination into the realm of reality,

Through space and time, across worlds unknown,

I summon thee—manifest before me!"

A brilliant magical circle suddenly lit up beneath me, glowing with dazzling star-like patterns.

My eyes widened in surprise as the light intensified, filling the entire room with an otherworldly glow.

The magic pulsed, converging into a single point, and then—

A figure began to take shape.

The light was blinding, but even as I squinted, I could see its outline forming—small, hunched, distinctively shaped.

Then, the glow began to dim, revealing—

I grinned.

Because standing before me, exactly as I had envisioned, was Yoda.

Small. Sharp-eared. Ancient and wise.

He was draped in his usual robes, the same iconic attire he had always worn.

And in his grip—his lightsaber.

His deep-set eyes scanned the room, flickering with a mix of confusion and awareness, as if sensing something beyond just what was physically present.

I couldn't help but smirk wider.

There was no regret in using the one-time summoning on him.

At first, I had thought Imkrag might be able to capture Yoda's essence for the role in my Star Wars film.

But no actor could ever truly embody Yoda—not like this.

Because now, standing before me, was the perfect Yoda.

However, despite my satisfaction, I knew I still had to confirm something important.

Could he speak?

And more importantly—

Did he know about the Star Wars universe?

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(3rd Person POV)

Yoda was confused.

In all his centuries of existence, in all the countless worlds and battles he had seen, never had he experienced something like this.

Just moments ago, he had been training a new generation of Jedi at the Jedi Temple—the weight of history and responsibility resting upon his small frame.

Then suddenly—he felt it.

A strange power, unfamiliar yet undeniably strong, pulling at him, beckoning him toward the unknown.

Not the Force, no. Something different. Something that should not exist.

Yoda had tried to resist, his instincts warning him, but despite his wisdom, his feet moved on their own.

Before he knew it, he had stepped into a glowing circle—its patterns unlike any Jedi sigil, its energy neither light nor dark.

And then—

He arrived here.

The room was unfamiliar, its structure strange, its energy alien.

And before him stood a figure, watching him closely.

Yoda's hand tightened around his weapon, his senses on high alert.

But before he could demand answers, something else happened—

His mind surged with knowledge.

Information, thoughts, ideas—not his own—poured into him like a rushing river.

He clutched his head, his expression twisting in deep thought as he processed the truth of his situation.

Then, as clarity settled, his gaze lifted to the figure before him.

His sharp ears twitched as he spoke.

"You... a Jedi with power, summoned me here?"

Arthur had been slightly concerned that, despite a successful summoning, something might be wrong with Yoda—perhaps an inability to speak, or a lack of awareness.

But hearing Yoda question him directly?

That doubt vanished instantly.

A thrill of excitement surged in Arthur's chest.

With a confident nod, he stood tall, trying to leave a good impression on the legendary Jedi Master.

"I did summon you, Yoda." He added, his voice calm and measured, "But I am no Jedi."

Yoda's brows furrowed.

He took a slow step forward, his sharp gaze locking onto Arthur's.

"Not a Jedi...?" he murmured.

A flicker of wariness flashed through his wise, old eyes.

Then, his voice turned sharp.

"A Sith, are you? A Sith Lord?"

His grip on his weapon tightened, his presence shifting subtly, ready for battle.

"It cannot be... Sith are extinct! Long perished!"

Arthur immediately raised his hands in defense, shaking his head.

"No, no! I'm not a Sith either!"

Yoda's ears twitched as his confusion deepened.

"Not a Jedi. Not a Sith."

His wise, wrinkled face twisted with puzzlement.

Then, his eyes widened in realization.

"Wait... the Force, in you, I do not sense!"

Arthur could only sigh.

This was Yoda—the legendary Jedi Master who had always seemed so composed, so full of wisdom in Star Wars.

And yet, here he was, visibly confused, questioning his very reality.

Arthur knew he had a lot of explaining to do.

With a deep breath, he simply said—

"You're not in your world anymore."

And with that, he began to explain everything.

As Arthur spoke, Yoda listened intently, his wise mind grappling with the impossible.

A world without the Force?

A world where magic existed instead?

The more Arthur explained, the deeper Yoda's shock became.

He had always believed that all living things were connected by the Force—that there was no place in existence where it did not flow.

And yet, in this world...

The Force was silent.

Absent.

Impossible, this is. Yet real, it seems...

If this world was truly so different, then what else was beyond the reach of the Jedi's knowledge?

He began to explain his own world to Arthur, describing the Jedi, the Republic, the balance of the Force.

And as they spoke, Arthur suddenly realized something.

This Yoda—

He didn't know about Darth Sidious.

He had never mentioned Palpatine, never spoken of Order 66 or the fall of the Jedi.

When Yoda spoke of the dark side, he referred to it only in past tense—as though the Sith were long gone.

That meant—

The Yoda before him had been summoned from a time before the Sith's return.

Before Darth Sidious ever made his first move.

Arthur's mind raced.

That meant this Yoda didn't know about the Clone Wars.

He didn't know about Anakin's fall.

He didn't know about the Empire.

For the first time, Arthur felt an overwhelming weight settle over him.

If Yoda ever found out the true future of his world—what would he think?

Would he blame himself?

Would he try to return, to change fate itself?

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Arthur was pulled from his thoughts when Yoda finally spoke again.

His voice was low, steady—yet carrying an unshakable weight.

"Return, I must. To my world, how do I go?"

Arthur froze.

For the first time, he felt genuine hesitation.

With a sigh, he finally said—

"You're my summon. I'm afraid you can't return to your world."

Yoda's ears perked slightly, his gaze unreadable.

Arthur coughed lightly, then shamelessly added—

"Oh, I forgot to mention. Since I summoned you... you're now my ser—cough—my subordinate."

Yoda's eyes narrowed, his small frame going completely still.

For a moment, he said nothing.

Arthur could practically feel the gears turning in the Jedi Master's mind.

Then—

Silence.

For the first time in centuries—

Yoda was utterly speechless.

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