I woke up in a world that wasn't mine, summoned by three figures who would shape my fate.

  The first to speak was Seraphine Wavecrest, a level 55 mage whose presence alone could silence a battlefield. Her beauty was only rivaled by her brilliance—every motion of her hands conjured water into blades, shields, and torrents, striking and defending with equal grace. On the battlefield, she was more than a mage; she was a goddess, untouchable and awe-inspiring.

  Then there was Lunaria Moonbough, a level 62 elf whose eyes seemed to see through everything. Swift as the wind and precise beyond measure, she could strike enemies from impossibly long distances, her arrows and spells finding even the tiniest gaps in their defenses. Her movements were poetry, each step and glance a testament to the perfection of her skill.

  And finally, Tria Silverayne Ashcroft, a descendant of a once-great merchant family. Though her house had fallen, she carried their knowledge and cunning like a weapon. Expert in trade, finance, and strategy, she was also no stranger to combat. As a frontline fighter, she could hold her own against the fiercest opponents, wielding both blade and wit with deadly efficiency.

  As I looked at them, I realized they weren't only skilled—they were beautiful in their own right. And somehow, by some twist of fate, I had been summoned into their world and suddenly become their slave. This is the tale of their story intertwining with mine.

  The man awoke to three figures standing before him, each radiating enough power to make even a battlefield feel insignificant.

  Seraphine fidgeted with the edge of her cloak, avoiding his eyes.

  I... I've summoned our familiar, so—um... please be a good one, okay?

  A good one? The man thought, blinking through the lingering smoke. What is she even talking about? And why is everything covered in fog?

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  Before he could speak, Lunaria stepped forward, her expression colder than steel. With a sharp click, she fastened a heavy iron collar around his neck.

  You are our servant now. Disobedience will be met with severe punishment.

  The man froze, shock racing through his mind. Servant?

  Just moments ago, he had been walking down the street, reading in peace—then a beam of light had swallowed him whole. Now he was standing in a smoke-filled room with a collar around his neck and three unusual women staring down at him.

  For a brief moment, he found himself captivated by their beauty. Then reality hit.

  No—focus. What in the world is going on?

  Leaning casually against a wall, Tria scratched the back of her head and smirked.

  So this is our familiar? Did we really summon someone from another world? He looks like a peasant who took a wrong turn.

  Peasant? The man glanced down at his clothes, suddenly aware of how out of place he must look to them.

  Seraphine studied him more closely.

  His clothes... I've never seen anything like them. Maybe he truly is from another world?

  Lunaria crossed her arms. "Sera, perhaps you didn't put enough mana into the summoning. Can we even use him?"

  At that moment, a calm voice echoed inside the man's mind.

  Current Level: 200 / 99

  World Cap: 99

  A shimmering status window unfolded before his eyes:

  Strength: 200

  Defense: 200

  Agility: 200

  Mana Recovery: 200%

  Magic Attack: 200

  His lips twitched. ...Oh. That's interesting.

  Sera, can you check his level? Lunaria asked.

  Seraphine nodded and glanced at her spell interface. Her shoulders slumped as she bowed in disappointment. He's... only level 20, she muttered, her voice barely audible.

  The man blinked, letting the absurdity sink in. Only level 20? he thought. They have absolutely no idea what my true status is...

  Tria stepped forward, lips pursed in thought. "Hmm... maybe we can use him as cheap labor?

  Cheap labor? Mild irritation flickered through him. Right. Because I'm clearly the type you hire to sweep floors.

  By now, he understood. This world had a level system—and the maximum was 99. And he was more than double that.

  So... that means I'm completely overpowered, right?

  He smiled faintly, hiding his thoughts behind a calm expression. Fine. I'll play along—for now.

  Until he understood where I was, and how this world truly works.

  Lowering his gaze, he spoke quietly to himself.

  Yes... call me your humble servant, my masters.