Summoning System

Chapter 3

Nemean Kingdom, a low level Kingdom, with an area of around a thousand kilometers. With the capital city alone taking an area of 500 kilometers.

Three major cities surrounding the capital, each taking an area of 200 kilometers.

Nemean Kingdom has a population of at least 1,000,000 people, with no more than 100,000 being a mage or a warrior.

Most are tier 1 warriors or mages, some uncommon one's are tier 2, rare one's are tier 3, and only around dozens or so tier 4, and tier 5 with only being no more than five people.

"Well then, time to start my plan. I will first take over the kingdom."

That was the first step of Aslan's path to conquer the world. He is basically an outcast anyway, aside from commoner's and some weak clans, no one is really afraid of his status as Prince.

Why would they? He is a trash whou couldn't become a mage nor a warrior, the king, his father, basically gave up on him, and his mother died while giving birth.

He will just take over the entire Kingdom.

A maniacal grin made its way into Aslan's face as he began to think about his future.

It won't be long, after all, the kingdom is in chaos.

The three city lords from the three major cities and their clan, decided to rise a coup d'etat, and the kingdom is facing a crisis.

If it won't get solved soon, then the kingdom's strength will fall, and other low level kingdoms or possibly a mid level kingdom will use this chance to conquer the Nemean Kingdom.

"Such an idiot of a king, giving the three major clans the time to rise in strength and usurp the throne. The royal family only has two tier 5 warriors, three tier 4 warriors and two tier 4 mages. Trying to fight the combined forces of the three major clan is useless."

Suddenly, a knock were heard from Aslan's door.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Come in." Aslan said without bothering to move from his bed.

Then, the door opens and an old man wearing a butler uniform came in. The old man glance at Aslan with disdain but quickly bowed.

"His majesty the King, requests Prince Aslan presence in the throne room." Then, without even bothering to hear. reply, the old man left.

Aslan grinned, 'So they finally decided to get rid off me? After all, I'm sure that the only reason why the king called me is because he wanted me to fight at the front lines.'

"Pathetic, if it was before the system activates, then I might really die, but now. Hahaha~!"

He recollected himself and proceed to the throne room. The palace was quite large so it took Aslan awhile before he reach the throne room.

There, he saw the king sitting on his throne, the queen sitting beside him, and the crown prince standing beside him.

There are also several people, old men and middle-aged men.

Aslan recognized some of them, like the Prime Minister, the foreign affairs elder, the major general, etc.

Then, Aslan kneeled in front of the king, and said, "Greetings to his majesty, thy royal father."

The king nodded before motioning Aslan to stand up. And Aslan did, he hates having to kneel to this bastard, heck he almost puke calling him father.

"Aslan Nemea, my son, I have an important mission for you."

'So it really come to this.' Aslan thought as he saw the mocking grin of the crown prince and the dangerous look the queen and the king were giving him.