[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-heroine-creation-all-my-summons-are-custom-made":3,"chapter-heroine-creation-all-my-summons-are-custom-made-heroine-creation-all-my-summons-are-custom-made-chapter-8":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Heroine Creation: All My Summons Are Custom Made",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},571317,819,"Chapter 8: Home Sweet Hell","heroine-creation-all-my-summons-are-custom-made-chapter-8",8,"\u003Cp>The Assigning Room was as grandiose as the rest of the Academy. Maecil led her students inside, her heels clicking rhythmically on the linoleum floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked exhausted. The encounter with Phiodor had drained her social battery, and now she had to deal with another bureaucratic annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet walked with his hands still in his pockets, looking left and right as he studied the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched Phiodor and the students of Elementalist-D leave the Assigning Room to head to whatever dorms had been allocated to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, his eyes caught the gaze of a red haired girl who was staring directly at him. Lancet froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That looked like Frieda, one of the first heroines to fall for Renan Falconhart and join his harem. She was a Fire Mage with a Brilliant Talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet remembered clearly that she was a bitchy type character, and she had an opportunity to go on a legendary character development, until she ended up lovestruck by Renan’s display of skills and couldn’t leave his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, Lancet didn’t care much about her. She was one out of many heroines who suffered from the Romance Nerf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was more curious as to why she was staring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Frieda looked away and disappeared out the doors with the rest of Elementalist-D.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Moderick,\" Lancet heard Miss Maecil call with a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had stopped before a high, semi-circular desk that looked more like a fortress wall. \"I have the new Awakened students for the Summoners Class Group.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the desk sat a man who could best be described as a sphere of flesh squeezed into a uniform two sizes too small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moderick, the Head of Residency, was currently engaged in intimate combat with a massive, dripping chicken sandwich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mmmf,\" Moderick grunted. He swallowed a bite that would have choked a hippopotamus, wiping a smear of butter from his chin with the back of his hand. \"More fresh meat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Not the type that you could eat,’ Lancet thought, though he wouldn’t completely put it past the rotund man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moderick extended a greasy hand, palm up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IDs. Line ’em up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maecil gestured sharply to the students. \"You heard him. Step forward. Hand over your Student Cards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the line shuffled forward, Lancet observed the room. On the wall behind Moderick hung a massive holographic map of the Residential District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see exactly what was described in the novel. Awakeners Supreme’s caste system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the top, glowing with a divine white light, were the Platinum Dorms. They looked like individual villas, complete with private gardens and fountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t bother looking up there,\" Kasto, the nervous boy standing next to Lancet, whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He adjusted his thick, brass-rimmed goggles. \"That’s 8-Star Platinum territory. You could be the King’s son, but if you aren’t at least an 8-Star Platinum Awakener, you aren’t getting in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet ignored the boy with a pout of his lips. He knew that. He knew everything about this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below the Platinum Dorms were the Gold ones. These ones were also incredibly luxurious. They were dedicated for the higher ranked students and wealthy nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Silver Dorms, respectable suites for the middle class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally, at the very bottom, on the edge of the map, were the simple looking, wooden Bronze Dorms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line reduced as Lancet’s classmates submitted their cards and were assigned to their separate dorms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lancet Leogardt,\" Moderick read, squinting at Lancet’s card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked Lancet up and down, taking in the unkempt hair and the lack of any family crest. \"You’re the one who awakened a new Class only for it to be a Dull Rank.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moderick snorted, a wet, unpleasant sound. \"Way to make a fool of yourself on day one, kid. Better to not even awaken at all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maecil’s brows creased angrily and she quickly came to her student’s defense. \"Stop badmouthing my students, Moderick, and just do your job!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Head of Residency looked her up and down, and scoffed. \"He’s a Dull Rank and came from the slums. What are we, scraping the barrel here? Obviously he’s joining the other nobodies in the Bronze Dorms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed a heavy iron key onto the counter. It landed with a dead thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bronze Dorm. Block 4. Room 102. It’s a mixed-unit for the leftovers. Next!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet took the key. It felt cold and gritty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Charming,\" he muttered, stepping aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whale’s insults didn’t really get to him. Although, he finally understood how MCs of these lightnovels and manhwas felt when people looked down on them so crudely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he wanted to do was teach this Michelin-built idiot a lesson. To prove he was wrong for ever doubting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet sighed inwardly. ’Am I turning into a manhwa MC myself?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Miss Maecil’s order, he waited alongside his other classmates who chatted amongst themselves, ignoring him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only person who tried to have a conversation with Lancet, Kasto, he ended up ignoring him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t mean to be mean. He just wasn’t interested in anything the boy was saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon enough, they left the Assigning Room. Maecil gave them a warning, letting them know how rough life was in the dorms. She wanted them to prepare and protect themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Summoner-D wouldn’t have a chance against other Class Groups if the students were all injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She told them to be on time for lessons the next day and handed to each of them the supplies and provisions allocated according to their standing in the Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet carried a small box of clothes, tissue paper, toothbrush and other simple essentials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t know better, he would have thought he was being sent into his prison cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bronze Dorm certainly looked like one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a simple gray building that looked like a mix between a duplex and a storey building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paint was peeling, and the lights in the hallway flickered with an ominous buzzing sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet climbed until Block 4, unlocked Room 102 and stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a single large room with four bunk beds pushed into the corners, leaving a small common area in the middle. There were two windows, and both looked out onto the back of the Academy where the waste piler mounted in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Home sweet hell,\" a voice said from behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet turned around to see three others shuffling in, carrying the same standard-issue provision boxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey!\" the boy with goggles beamed at Lancet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet frowned. ’Him again.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m Kasto,\" the boy said, claiming the bed nearest the door. He immediately tore open the protein bar in his provision box and munched it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet narrowed his eyes at him. \"What Class are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I’m a Machinist.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet’s eyes widened now. \"A Machinist? How did you get a Bronze Dorm then?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kasto looked like he was thinking for a while. \"Well, I’m from Agathar so my family is pretty poor. Even though my Class has a Talent Rank of Radiant, I have to prove myself first before I get into the higher dorms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet stared at him. ’Machinists are really overpowered from what I remember in the novel. To create and summon magi-tech and mechas in a fantasy world is quite the game changer. I’m surprised they put someone with so much potential in the same room as me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey!\" Lancet saw Kasto call the boy who dropped his box on the top bunk. \"What’s your name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Luke,\" said the boy. He had shaved hair and a scar running through his left eyebrow. \"I’m Arsenal Class. Also, don’t touch my stuff.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kasto smiled. \"As you say.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the girl standing at the end. She looked nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anita,\" she whispered. She was tiny, and her blonde hair was so long it dragged on the floor, hiding half her face. \"I’m a Puppeteer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet stared at her. ’I know this girl too.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched her place her box on the last lower bunk, and he immediately regretted not choosing a bed the moment he entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You all know my Class,\" he said. \"Heard it in the homeroom, so let’s not talk about it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped his box onto the remaining top bed. \"And my name is Lancet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one said anything. They all stared at him. Kasto was smiling. Luke was emotionless. Anita was peeking nervously through her blonde strands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good talk,\" Lancet slapped his laps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re the weakest in the Academy, aren’t you?\" Luke suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet—about to climb to his bed—stopped and turned. \"Huh? I wouldn’t say that... I’m sure there are a few other Awakeners with a Dull... Talent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kasto glanced at Luke. \"We shouldn’t look down on others. Especially our own roommates.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not that,\" Luke grunted, crossing his arms. \"It’s just... we’re already targets. Having the ’weakest’ student in our room just puts a bigger target on our backs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Lancet could respond, the door to their room slammed open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hit the wall with enough force to crack the plaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three older students strode in. They wore the Summoner uniform, but their sleeves bore the two stripes of the Second Year, C-Rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leading them was a guy with slicked-back black hair and a face that was 90% sneer. He held a black grimoire in one hand, tapping it against his thigh like a baton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lancet recognized instantly that he was a Demon Binder.\u003C\u002Fp>",1561,"2026-05-30T15:46:28.776Z","2026-06-01T04:31:37.164Z",1,"novelbin.me","0b2a8307a17e830492ab72dc653b0ad7ab93aee6ac65e0c83b73503db1487cf4","heroine-creation-all-my-summons-are-custom-made-chapter-9","heroine-creation-all-my-summons-are-custom-made-chapter-7",157,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheroine-creation-all-my-summons-are-custom-made-cover.jpg"]