Strongest Frog Summon
Chapter 20- More Power, And A PlayThing

Chapter 20: Chapter 20- More Power, And A PlayThing

The last few XP orbs rolled in like lazy fireflies, each one adding a sliver to Yuuta’s experience bar. Then, with a satisfying ding, the system chimed in:

[DING!]

[Congratulations: You have leveled up!]

[New Level: 5]

"Finally!" Yuuta groaned, slapping both of his dusty frog thighs. "Took you long enough, you stingy XP system!"

Still, he sighed in reluctant acceptance. As annoying as the slow grind was, it was better than digging through razor-edged rubble and bleeding out of every damn limb like before. He flexed his fingers, half-expecting blood to spurt out again. Luckily, regeneration had already patched him up nicely.

But before he could get too comfortable, the world around him stopped. Literally.

Everything turned grayscale, sound evaporated, and the air around him felt heavy with anticipation. Even the wind halted mid-gust, dust suspended like frozen sparks in the air. Yuuta’s wide frog eyes blinked once, then twice, before a slow, smug grin stretched across his face.

"Heh... here we fucking go."

With a satisfying hum, three small vortexes spiraled into existence in front of him, each twisting the space like ripples on a pond. And from within each one, a glowing card began to emerge, hovering like divine relics summoned from some cosmic gacha machine.

Yuuta rolled his shoulders and stretched his green arms high above his head. "Alright, let’s see what bullshit you’re gonna throw at me this time. Hopefully no more fucking duplicates."

The first card materialized fully on the left.

His grin instantly died.

Drawn on the top of the card was a familiar image: a storm cloud with a single jagged bolt of lightning shooting downward.

Yuuta twitched.

"Oh fuck off. Lightning Struck again? This is the fourth damn time!"

He didn’t even bother reading the description. With a disgusted scoff and a wave of his hand, he turned away from it like someone swiping left on a particularly ugly dating profile.

"You had your chance," he muttered, stepping up to the middle card.

This one, thankfully, was new.

The image was simple: a translucent, blue, egg-shaped dome surrounding a vaguely humanoid silhouette. It looked weirdly soft, but the moment Yuuta laid eyes on it, his instincts buzzed.

[BARRIER]

_____________________________

[Conjures a Barrier Around the Host]

[Passive Skill]

[Hardness Level: 1 (Equivalent to a 50-inch-thick block of iron)]

[Cooldown: 10 minutes after being destroyed]

[No Current Upgrades:]

[Star Rank: -----]

_____________________________

Yuuta’s jaw dropped slightly, his frog eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

"Fifty inches?! Of iron?!" he croaked. "Even Earth’s battleships don’t go that thick! What kind of cheat-code-tier bullshit is this?!"

He re-read the words again to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

Passive Skill. Always active. Didn’t need to cast it. Didn’t need to shout some dumb anime phrase. Just... there. Shielding him.

A shiver ran down his frog spine, and not in a bad way. It was like the world had finally decided to hand him something useful without kicking him in the balls—or where his balls used to be.

Yuuta rubbed his hands together in a slow, deliberate motion—palms pressed, fingers waving like a villain hatching a plan. He was grinning again, and it wasn’t pretty.

"With this thing on? Shit, I’m gonna become a damn pig-slaying tank."

A while later Yuuta finally peeled his bulging frog eyes off the [Barrier] card, his sticky tongue nearly flopping out in giddy satisfaction. That stupid grin on his flat frog face hadn’t left since he read the words "equivalent to a 50-inch-thick block of iron." Shit, if that wasn’t enough to make a spell-chucking, naked amphibian feel like a tank, then nothing was.

With both of his slimy hands still rubbing together like a greedy little goblin, he turned to the final card.

"Huh," he muttered, eyeing the familiar drawing. Tiny glowing balls danced around in a circle on the card’s surface, spinning in a lazy orbit. "This card again?"

He squinted closer. Yep. It was the same one from before. [Magic Orbit].

Yuuta groaned. "Fucking figures."

Sure, it sounded nice—magic balls rotating around your body, ready to zap the shit out of anything dumb enough to get close. But the reality? Right now it would give him one orbiting orb. One. Uno. A single, lonely fireball spinning around him like some cosmic mosquito. What the fuck was he supposed to do with just one? Use it to poke someone’s eye out?

He waved the card off like a bad smell. "Nah, bitch. Not today. Come back when you bring a full galaxy’s worth of siblings with you."

With zero hesitation, Yuuta turned back to the [Barrier] card—the middle one, the golden boy—and grinned like a frog that had just discovered bug-flavored ice cream.

"Barrier card, I choose you," he declared in a smug, nasal tone. His voice echoed around the canyon like some discount anime protagonist.

The moment the words left his lips, the cards on the left and right twisted violently. They spun in place, distorting the very air around them like reality itself didn’t want to let go. Then, in a soundless shatter, they warped into the air and disappeared—sucked into glowing tears that sealed up behind them as if they’d never existed.

That left only the [Barrier] card, now gently floating down like a feather towards Yuuta’s ugly frog forehead.

The card touched him.

And exploded.

Not violently—more like a glitter bomb that went off in complete silence. Sparkling dust scattered across the world around him, settling like magic pollen on the wind.

Time resumed. Color flushed back into the canyon, the wind picked up, and the sun once again beat down on the scarred earth.

Yuuta stood there, tall and bare-assed as a frog could manage, arms at his side, chin tilted slightly up, basking in the feeling of victory like he’d just claimed the fucking throne.

A gentle hum surrounded him.

Then, it happened.

Starting from a single point above his head, the blue shimmer of a barrier spread outward. It was like watching liquid glass bloom in a circle. It expanded down and around him, tracing a sphere as it settled like an invisible dome. In seconds, it turned transparent—completely clear, completely seamless.

For a moment, it was like nothing had happened.

Yuuta blinked. "Was that it?"

He reached out and waved a webbed hand through where the barrier had just passed. Nothing. No resistance, no tingling. Just open air.

"Damn," he muttered with a smirk. "That’s some stealthy shit."

It didn’t matter if he couldn’t see or feel it—he knew it was there. That layer of protection around him. A passive shield, thick as hell, strong as a fortress. And the best part? He didn’t even have to lift a fucking finger to activate it.

"Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about," Yuuta said, flexing both arms proudly. "No more diving into shitty mole holes. No more dodging like a headless chicken. No more fireballs roasting my ass like I’m some kebab!"

He broke into laughter. Croaky, ugly, high-pitched frog laughter that echoed against the cliff walls.

Then, still giggling to himself, he rubbed his hands together and added, "Those pig-faced shitstains are so fucked now."

He was already imagining it. He’d stroll into the next battle like royalty. Spells flying, pigs screaming, and Yuuta—untouched, unbothered—strolling through the chaos like a magical death machine.

"And if one of ’em tries to slap me in the face again..." He jabbed a finger at the empty air in front of him. "They’re gonna bounce right the fuck off."

Yuuta did a dramatic spin and took a few strutting steps forward, as if already celebrating his own invincibility. Then paused. Thought for a second. Tilted his head.

"Actually," he mumbled, "how the fuck does it even work? Like... how do I know it’s not already broken?"

He squinted, glanced around, picked up a small rock, and tossed it gently at his own chest.

The rock passed through and bounced off his slimy skin.

Yuuta blinked.

"...Okay, maybe not the best test."

He snorted. "Whatever. Point is—it’s there. It’s active. And it’s probably thick enough to stop a tank. Or a flying pig. Or both."

He looked toward the distance, where the canyon still shimmered with heat waves.

"Barrier up. Mana pool bottomless. Spells prepped and..... no dick....."

Yuuta was back on the dickless topic once more, he folded his arms and brows furrowed. If he could have summoned a scroll and quill out of thin air to brainstorm possible magic card combinations that might one day give him his dick back, he would have.

"There has to be a card for it," he muttered, lips twitching into a frown. "[Genital Regeneration]? [Magic Dong]? Something."

Just as his mind wandered further into the tragic territory of crotchless lamentation, a faint scraping echoed from the distance. It sounded like something dragging itself across gravel—slow, pitiful, and undeniably real.

Yuuta’s eyes flicked open.

"...What the fuck was that?"

He turned his frog head, scanning the scattered wreckage of the canyon. The wind had died down now, and the once-dusty air was beginning to clear. All around him were jagged stones, collapsed cliffs, the occasional glint of gold coins, and still-glowing XP orbs resting in the crevices like forgotten treasures.

Then, movement.

Yuuta narrowed his eyes and raised one slim, green arm over his face to block the sunlight. Something was definitely crawling in the distance.

"Is that... someone crawling?" he murmured.

Squinting, he finally made out the shape—a pigman. Or rather, what remained of one.

The creature was a mess. Its right arm was bent at an angle that made Yuuta wince, like someone had tried to twist it into a pretzel. Blood oozed steadily from the torn muscle. The left arm was somehow worse—bone sticking out like a snapped tree branch, skin shredded, and crimson pouring like a busted faucet.

But the real eye-catcher? The legs. Or, what used to be legs. They looked like someone had tossed them under a hydraulic press and then dragged them across broken glass for good measure. The pigman’s pants—or maybe just rags now—were soaked in blood, with long red streaks trailing behind like a road map of misery.

Yuuta let out a low whistle. "Shit... You’re still alive?"

He tilted his head, part surprise, part amusement. "You got buried, trampled, probably suffocated, and then eaten alive by my tornado. And you’re still twitching? Resilient bastard."

For a second, an almost human emotion stirred in Yuuta’s chest.

Pity.

But it was faint. Fleeting. And ultimately devoured by something far stronger: contempt.

Yuuta made a clicking sound with his tongue, the sound wet and unpleasant, like suction against slime.

"You should’ve killed yourself when you had the chance," he said, voice carrying no sympathy. "But now... now you get to suffer more. Lucky you."

A twisted grin spread across his wide mouth. If frogs could wear facial expressions beyond blank, Yuuta would’ve looked maniacal.

He began to walk toward the pigman, each step nimble and precise. Not out of grace, but necessity—he wasn’t about to let a stupid rock jab him in the foot again. His barrier wasn’t that kind of barrier, unfortunately.

As he walked, he talked.

"Don’t be mad at me, piggy. Nah. You should be mad at your own kin. They were the first ones who thought it was a great idea to chase after a lonely frog in a canyon. Fuckers tried to bury me alive. Tossed fireballs at me. Stabbed me. Smashed me into walls."

Yuuta chuckled. It was quiet, almost giggle-like. If frogs could giggle.

"You all made me into this. A pig-killing spell-chucking naked green bastard. So really—don’t blame me. Blame your ugly-ass family."

He got closer, the figure of the pigman growing more pathetic by the second. The way it clawed at the dirt with what remained of its limbs. The way its mouth hung open, letting out a wet gurgle every time it tried to scream. Yuuta stopped for a moment and tilted his head, watching it. Observing it.

And then he started to laugh.

It wasn’t loud, nor was it cruel. Just... amused.

"I still remember that other one," Yuuta muttered, wiping a tear from his eye—probably just dust. "Popped outta the ground like a fucking zombie. Gave me the fright of my life, only to get his skull caved in by a rock."

He mimed the action, swinging an invisible boulder.

Bam.

The memory made him laugh harder.

The pigman ahead moaned pitifully, dragging itself another few inches forward.

Yuuta stood there, hands on his hips—or where hips might’ve been if frog anatomy made sense—and stared down at the poor bastard.

"You’re about to have a very, very bad day, piggy."