Summoned To Another World, With The Lowest Stats

The Demigod

Ethan wiped his brow as he worked the soil, the rhythm of planting and tending to the crops a comforting routine. The demihumans he had saved were settling well into their new homes, and the village was thriving. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction seeing everyone busy and happy, their new lives taking root alongside the growing plants.

As he worked, a strange sensation washed over him—a tingling that signaled another system message. Ethan paused, looking up as the translucent text appeared before his eyes:

"Quest 5: Tame The Demigod. When Finished, Receive the Title 'The Savior'. Reward: +30 Levels and Crafting Skills."

"Crafting Skills: Can summon any crafting tools."

Ethan's heart skipped a beat. Taming a demigod? The idea was both thrilling and intimidating. But he had come this far by embracing challenges, and this was no different. He accepted the quest without hesitation, a familiar determination settling in his chest.

Suddenly, a faint scream echoed from the distant forest. Ethan's heightened senses, a gift from his myriad experiences and skills, caught the sound that no one else seemed to notice. He straightened up, his eyes narrowing as he listened intently. The scream came again, more urgent this time.

Without a second thought, Ethan grabbed his gear and set off toward the sound, his feet moving swiftly and silently through the forest. As he ventured deeper, the underbrush thickened, and the trees loomed overhead, casting long shadows that danced in the waning light. He pressed on, the screams growing louder and more desperate.

Finally, he burst into a small clearing and saw a girl struggling against a giant snake, its scales gleaming in the dappled sunlight. The snake's jaws were wide open, poised to strike. Ethan's heart pounded as he assessed the situation, his mind racing.

The girl was clearly a demigod—her aura was different, powerful, and vibrant. But she was in grave danger. Ethan didn't hesitate. He drew his weapon and charged forward, his movements fluid and precise. Just as the snake lunged, he parried its attack with his sword, deflecting its lethal fangs and sending it reeling backward.

The girl, wide-eyed and trembling, watched in astonishment as Ethan moved with a speed and strength she had never seen before. Her heart pounded in her chest as she activated her appraisal skills, trying to understand who this mysterious savior was.

"Level 25, Strength 70, Agility 70, Intelligence 70, and... Taming Skills?" she murmured to herself, her eyes widening. "Incredible... I want him to tame me in order to get stronger."

Ethan didn't notice her musings; his focus was entirely on the snake. The creature hissed angrily, its eyes glowing with a malevolent intelligence. It coiled itself, preparing to strike again. Ethan shifted his stance, his sword at the ready.

The snake lunged, but Ethan was faster. He dodged its attack with a swift roll, then sprang to his feet and struck with all his might. His sword sliced through the snake's scales, drawing a thick line of blood. The creature writhed in agony, its coils loosening as it thrashed.

Ethan pressed his advantage, delivering a series of precise, powerful blows. The snake's movements grew sluggish, its strength waning. Finally, with one last, mighty strike, Ethan severed its head. The snake's body convulsed and then lay still, the clearing falling silent except for the ragged breaths of the girl and Ethan.

Covered in blood and breathing hard, Ethan turned to the girl. He extended his hand, his expression gentle despite the intensity of the battle. "Are you alright?"

The girl stared at him, her heart still racing. She took his hand, her touch hesitant but grateful. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft and filled with awe. "You saved my life."