If you like underdogs, LitRPG elements, and overpowered pets with serious attitude problems, this one is for you.
Synopsis:
Two years. That’s how long Renn has been trying to summon a single, pathetic slime. Two years of public humiliation, constant mockery, and that one time he lost a fistfight to a raccoon (yes, an actual raccoon).
While his peers are out conquering territories with armies of iron golems and elite elves, Renn is struggling to keep his rescue pet shop afloat. His only companion? Mr. Whiskers—a fat, orange cat with a serious attitude problem and a stare that silently judges Renn’s entire existence.
But Mr. Whiskers has a secret.
He isn't just a chubby tabby. He involves dimensional royalty, Celestial-level assassins with 47 ways to end you, and a new reality where Renn isn't the master... he's technically the employee.
Now, Renn finally has his troops. The problem? They are adorable weapons of mass destruction who insist on sleeping on his stomach. And his new "boss"? She judges him just as hard as before—only now, she has the royal authority to do it.
"He lost to a raccoon. He adopted a princess. He summoned weapons of mass destruction. His life was a mess. Now, it’s a mess with cats."
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My S-Class Summons Are All Too Cute!
Synopsis:
Two years. That’s how long Renn has been trying to summon a single, pathetic slime. Two years of public humiliation, constant mockery, and that one time he lost a fistfight to a raccoon (yes, an actual raccoon).
While his peers are out conquering territories with armies of iron golems and elite elves, Renn is struggling to keep his rescue pet shop afloat. His only companion? Mr. Whiskers—a fat, orange cat with a serious attitude problem and a stare that silently judges Renn’s entire existence.
But Mr. Whiskers has a secret.
He isn't just a chubby tabby. He involves dimensional royalty, Celestial-level assassins with 47 ways to end you, and a new reality where Renn isn't the master... he's technically the employee.
Now, Renn finally has his troops. The problem? They are adorable weapons of mass destruction who insist on sleeping on his stomach. And his new "boss"? She judges him just as hard as before—only now, she has the royal authority to do it.
"He lost to a raccoon. He adopted a princess. He summoned weapons of mass destruction. His life was a mess. Now, it’s a mess with cats."
Click Now:
My S-Class Summons Are All Too Cute!