Heroine Creation: All My Summons Are Custom Made-Chapter 27: Clearly A Daredevil

Inside, the cramped, simple space of Room 102 in the Bronze Dormitory, the Summoner-D roommates were anxious.

Kasto was pacing back and forth near his bunk, chewing on his thumbnail, while Anita sat on the floor, nervously polishing the joints of her wooden puppet. By the far wall, Luke Travers was lying on his bed, a comic book resting over his face.

The moment Lancet stepped inside, Kasto and Anita rushed him.

"Are you okay?!" Anita gasped, her eyes scanning him for wounds.

"I’m fine, guys," Lancet sighed, waving them off as he walked toward his own bed. "Nurse Hallow patched me up. Just cost me another thousand Profits I don’t have."

"You shouldn’t have provoked him, Lancet," Kasto groaned, grabbing his goggles in distress. "Nereus Grimlake isn’t just any senior. He’s really smart, and cool, and knows how to control his Shadow Summons in ways others can’t even comprehend."

"He’s passed every single written and practical examination with an A+. And the way it’s going, he’s likely going to make it to the S-Class. Most Students don’t make it to the S-Class!"

Anita nodded vigorously. "Didn’t you see the way he attacked you? He struck you in a way that no one can rightfully prove it was him. The disciplinary committee can’t touch him!"

"I get it," Lancet muttered, rubbing his sore chest. "The guy is a sociopathic genius. Message received."

He really didn’t need to be told these things about Nereus, he knew them already. Though it was difficult to remember every single Student mentioned in the light novel, Lancet could easily remember almost all details of them once they were brought up.

"You need to stay out of the way of the seniors from now on," Kasto pleaded as Lancet climbed his bed. "Four fights in the first four days of school isn’t normal. Just keep your head down for a while."

"Why stop now? He’s clearly a daredevil."

Luke’s voice cut through the room like a cold blade. Kasto and Anita froze, turning to look at the corner.

The Arsenal pulled the comic book off his face and sat up. His cynical eyes locked onto Lancet.

"If you’re gonna keep doing what you’re doing, then don’t be stupid about it unless you want to die," Luke said, his voice flat and dead serious. "And yes, students have died here. Killed by other students. It has happened. The rules of the Academy won’t always save you."

Lancet looked at his roommate. The air in the room grew heavy. He knew Luke was right.

In the novel, Renan Falconhart had made it his mission to exterminate a group of radical Awakeners that had no problem killing other Students and framing it as a Dungeon Clearing incident.

"If you want to keep facing off against seniors, then get stronger," Luke continued, resting his back on the wall. "You might have a legend for a summon, but she’s only as powerful as you have enough Grace to sustain her. She won’t be there every time. When your Grace runs out, she vanishes. Which means, you’re going to have to defend yourself, Lancet."

Kasto flinched. "Gosh, Luke. Why don’t you lay it off easy? He just got out of the clinic."

Luke looked at Kasto, his expression unreadable. "That was easy."

He laid back down, pulling the blanket up to his chin. "Alright, no one should talk to me. I’m going to bed."

Lancet narrowed his eyes in thought. He knew exactly how right Luke was, and he wasn’t going to pretend like he hadn’t thought of the same things the Arsenal had spoken of.

"I’m going to bed too, guys," he said, lying on his narrow bunk. "Tomorrow is a new day."

Kasto and Anita said their goodnights and retired to bed as well. The dorm room quickly fell silent, save for the quiet breathing of Lancet’s roommates.

Rather than falling asleep, Lancet laid there wide-eyed, then, after a while, he rolled over on his back and willed his system interface to manifest.

The golden screen materialized before his eyes, illuminating his face in a faint glow.

⸢ Profile: Lancet Leogardt ⸥

⸢ Class: Architect (Dull) ⸥

⸢ Rank: 1★ Bronze ⸥

⸢ Level: 1/50 ⸥

⸢ Grace: 102/250 ⸥

⸢ Weapon: — ⸥

⸢ Power: Omnipotent Character Manipulation ⸥

⸢ Skills: Heroine Creation ⸥

He moved to his stats, and the screen expanded, showing the physical and mental parameters of his current vessel.

⸢ Attributes: ⸥

⸢ Strength: 14 ⸥

⸢ Agility: 36 ⸥

⸢ Constitution: 25 ⸥

⸢ Intelligence: 39 ⸥

⸢ Dexterity: 50 ⸥

⸢ Retention: 300 ⸥

Lancet grimaced. It was pathetic. His natural Grace regeneration was capped at a miserable 300 MP, meaning he relied entirely on scavenging external supplements.

Most First Years had at least a 700 to 100 cap, the highest being Renan who had a 5000 cap already, even at that very moment.

Other stats were even worse. His physical strength was practically non-existent. The only saving grace was his Intelligence, likely boosted by his creativity and knowledge of the world, which also made sense for his Dexterity.

But neither of those attributes would stop a fist from breaking his jaw.

He tapped the glowing [ EXP: 3455 ] value.

A system prompt chimed softly in his mind.

⸢ Use EXP to level up? ⸥

⸢ Note: Leveling up assigns EXP efficiently to attributes aligned with your Class (Summoner). You may assign EXP manually, though inefficient manual allocation will severely impact your overall Level progression. ⸥

As of now, Lancet didn’t care about efficiency. If he let the system auto-assign the EXP, it would dump everything into Intelligence and Dexterity—stats meant for a traditional back-line Summoner.

But as Luke had pointed out, Lancet wasn’t a traditional Summoner. With his low Grace, he was a tasty target because opponents knew his Summons wouldn’t last long.

So, he manually allocated the EXP. He pushed half of it directly into Strength, increasing the value until he felt a sudden, warm tightness in his previously stringy muscles.

⸢ Use 1723 EXP to level up your Strength? ⸥

He chose yes.

Ding!

⸢ Your Strength has leveled up! ⸥

⸢ Strength: 14 → 31 ⸥

He dumped the next large chunk into Agility to improve his reaction time, and poured the remaining points into Constitution so he could actually survive the kinetic shockwaves of high-tier attacks.

⸢ Agility: 36 → 43 ⸥

⸢ Constitution: 25 → 30 ⸥

Ding!

⸢ Level Up! You are now Level 2. ⸥

Lancet flexed his hand. The difference was immediate. His body felt denser, more grounded.

He knew that with the sheer amount of EXP he had just spent, if he had let the system auto-assign it, he would have easily hit Level 3.

But survival trumped a shiny badge.

Then, Lancet remembered the notifications from the Dungeon. Astensia had gained a fraction of EXP from her kills, too.

He tapped the [ Roster ] tab on his interface.

The screen shifted, showing his single created Heroine in a beautifully rendered character card. The artwork showed the portrait of the Ironwill Knight like she was a unit in a gacha game.

He tapped the card to open her profile.

⸢ Profile: Astensia Valengard ⸥

⸢ Title: The Ironwill of Mortality ⸥

⸢ Class: Ironwill Knight (Advanced) ⸥

⸢ Rank: 8★ Platinum ⸥

⸢ Level: 200/250 ⸥

⸢ Attributes: ⸥

⸢ Strength: 11,500 ⸥

⸢ Agility: 9,800 ⸥

⸢ Constitution: 12,500 ⸥

⸢ Intelligence: 4,200 ⸥

⸢ Dexterity: 18,500 ⸥

⸢ Weapon: The Blessed Blade (Mythic) ⸥

⸢ Skills: Instant Comprehension, Reality Bending Will, Divine Severance, Absolute Shield Bash... ⸥

Lancet stared at the numbers, his jaw slacking.

Eleven thousand Strength. It was absolutely absurd.

Yeah he knew he had made her to be an absolute beast, but he never thought of what her stats would look like. Especially compared to his.

Rookie numbers.

Her Dexterity was the single highest stat he’d ever seen, but it made sense seeing that she had the Skill of Instant Comprehension, and her Blessed Blade could transform into anything. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He looked at her EXP pool. She had gained 1723 EXP from slaughtering the goblins and wolves. He dragged the points into her leveling pool.

The yellow bar at the bottom of her screen filled up by a microscopic fraction of a millimeter. It didn’t even register as a full percentage point.

"Right," Lancet exhaled quietly. "When you’re Level 200, squashing Level 5 wolves doesn’t exactly yield high dividends."

With nothing left to do, he closed the interface, the golden light blinked dead and darkness covered his vision.

Lancet rested his hands behind his head, staring up at the unseeable ceiling. He couldn’t wait for next week’s Dungeon Clearing expedition.

The hunger and need for Creativity Points was unbearable now. Thankfully, because of his high MVP score, the instructors would have no choice but to re-evaluate him.

He, Renan Falconhart, and the other top scorers wouldn’t be challenging the Basic Dungeons next time. They would be pushed into the Higher Dungeons.

That was where the real threats lived. But more importantly, it was the real farming ground.

Higher Dungeons meant massive EXP drops to boost his physical stats, higher CP yields to afford his next Heroine, more Tributes to help the Summoner Class Group, and Profits he desperately needed to wipe out his Academy debt.

Lancet closed his eyes in anticipation of all of it.