While other members of his unit enjoy nightlife in the city, Lark uses his vacation permits to visit the deepest part of Amazon Rainforest. Under the torrential rain that almost blinded his eyes, he followed an incline.

All of that he did for the sake of collecting photos of unique natural landscapes. A hobby that he started three years ago.

Even though the incline now turned into a small creek with swift current, with ease Lark was treading it. Once he arrived at the top, Lark immediately took out a Long-range Low Light Camera with waterproof and shockproof certification from his backpack.

With a faint smile, Lark looked at the grove of tree treetops that swayed by the rain and wind, until it looked like a green sea in a storm.

Two months ago, he witnessed the same scene when his unit went to jungle survival training. But only now he has the opportunity to capture the scene.

'Gotcha!'

Lark cheerfully took the first shot, and after finding that his camera was working perfectly, he kneels. However, before he could take the second shot a dazzling circle suddenly surrounded his body, then he fell unconscious.

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On the Lastorta Continent, there is a legend about a man who is said to have come from earth. Using technology and knowledge from earth, he liberates humans in Lastorta Continent from the grips of Orcs. He then founded Lavik Empire and took the title Creator Emperor.

For most people, the story about the origin of Creator Emperor is just a figment. But for Willem Drakar, he was fully aware of the truth. Given that he was the one who summoned Creator Emperor using Summon Magic.

Unfortunately, Creator Emperor tried to get rid of him after he founded Lavik Empire. Fortunately, Drakar managed to escape. Until finally, he finished the preparations to summon the prospective second Creator Emperor.

Of course, Drakar this time made additional preparations so that he would not be betrayed again.

As the dazzling light that enveloped Summon Platform subsided, with full anticipation Drakar looked at the man lying unconscious on the summoning platform.

Without delay Drakar gave orders to his three personal bodyguards. "What are you waiting for?"

- - - - -

Slowly Lark opened his eyes. As the dizziness subsided, he surveyed the situation around him.

A mid-size basement with three neon lights. Three people wore tiger stripe combat dress and chest rig, armed with AK-102, Glock, and Kabar combat knives. An old man with a cynical gaze and a Roman aristocratic outfit.

Meanwhile, his wallet, watch, camera, and backpack are arranged on a small table not far from his position.

At the same time, Lark also examined the ties that joined his neck, hands, and feet to the wooden crossbar in the corner of the room.

'Cartel bastard!'

Lark concluded reflexively, while reminding himself that he had to keep his identity as a member of US Green Beret a secret. Fortunately, he came prepared according to the advice of his colleagues at CIA.

With a slightly trembling voice, Lark said, "My name is Michael Lark, a National Geographic contributor. My identity is in my wallet and you can confirm it with Nat Geo's representative in Peru."

Over the past few years, CIA has found that apart from donating large sums of money to Greenpeace, Nat Geo, and other organizations calling for conservation of nature, the Drug Cartel is also reluctant to disturb these organizations' personnel.

Given that these organizations are aggressively advocating for the preservation of the forest which becomes their hiding place.

The problem is, from the big question mark on the old man's forehead before him, Lark got the feeling that the trick he was using was not working.

"National Geographic? What is that?"

'At least he understands English.' Lark muttered inwardly before explaining, "National Geographic is an organization that advocates for nature conservation. Nat---"

Lark still wanted to explain, but the old man gave him a sign to stop.

"Are you from earth?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Good."

While Lark doubted the old man's mental health, the old man smiled cheerfully.

"Greeting, my name is Willem Drakar, and welcome to Planet Duran, to be precise on Bluvak Continent." Drakar then took out a small pale yellow scroll. "And please use your blood to sign this scroll."

While question marks appeared on Lark's forehead, Drakar made a small cut on Lark's index finger and incised it on the scroll. After that, he made a small cut on his own index finger and dripped his blood on Lark's bloodstain on the scroll.

While staring at Lark as if he were the most precious treasure in the world, Drakar said, "Now say 'I accept'."

Lark didn't understand what was going on. That's why for now he chooses to follow his captor's wishes. "I accept."

As soon as Lark finished his words, out of nowhere a black flame burned the scroll in Drakar's hand until nothing was left. At the same time, Lark felt an uncomfortable sensation in his mind. Like a sensation when he was locked in a small cell.

Drakar then unbuttoned Lark one by one while saying, "Five years ago, I brought a man from earth like you and gave him a Creator Dragon Crystal."

After showing a crystal the size of a pinky finger colored red as blood, Drakar continued, "As a result, he acquired Creation Magic. He then reproduces various products and technologies from earth."

For a moment, bitterness was visible on Drakar's face as he took a deep breath. "However, he then tried to get rid of me. That's why I once again summoned another human from earth and will give him my last Creator Dragon Crystal."

Even though Lark thinks Drakar's story is just the chorus of a madman, he is still curious about the plot hole in Drakar's intentions.

"Old Man Drakar, what if I also intend to get rid of you?"

Drakar gave a small smile before answering, "You are bound by Slave Scroll, so you can never betray me."

Without warning Drakar then incised a deep and wide wound on Lark's chest.

Blood gushed forth as Lark gritted his teeth. However, the inhuman training he underwent allowed him to ignore the excruciating pain from his chest.

At the same time, Drakar inserted Creator Dragon Crystal into the wound on Lark's chest. In an instant, the Creator Dragon Crystal melted, entered Lark's veins, then flowed through his body.

The wound on Lark's chest then healed in a speed the naked eye could see. However, Lark didn't see it. He only felt the intense pain in his chest suddenly disappear and a comfortable warmth enveloped his body, along with his consciousness which slowly evaporated.

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