Strongest Frog Summon
Chapter 22- Good Harvest

Chapter 22: Chapter 22- Good Harvest

From the twisted, cratered remains of the pigman’s skull, a single blue XP orb rose with a faint shimmer. A few clinks followed as gold coins spilled from the corpse like morbid confetti. They barely rolled before freezing mid-air and shooting toward Yuuta, sucked into his frog chest like they were being vacuumed up by some greedy void inside him.

A familiar chime rang out in his head:

[XP Increase: Level 5 — 0.8% Progress]

[+10 Gold Coins]

Yuuta nodded with a smug tilt of his frog head. "At least that pig had some worth in the end," he muttered, stretching his limbs like someone cooling down after a full workout session. His gangly green body cracked and popped as he reached for the sky, letting out a satisfied croak. "What a fucking session."

With a sigh, he resumed his careful, nimble shuffle across the rock-littered canyon floor. Sharp stones and shattered rubble still covered most of the terrain, and after that one bastard of a pebble jabbed his toe earlier, Yuuta wasn’t taking any chances. He stepped with the caution of a bomb squad, eyes flicking toward each step like the ground might attack him again.

Gold coins continued flying into his chest every now and then, trailing behind him like tiny gold groupies. Yuuta barely acknowledged them. "Still don’t know where the fuck those go," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "Are they in my stomach? My soul? My imaginary frog wallet?" He let out a dry, annoyed laugh. "If I find out I’ve been sitting on treasure this whole time with no way to use it, I swear I’m gonna headbutt a mountain."

He moved toward the other side of the collapsed path—the direction he originally entered from, back when the pig army chased him like a damn pack of discount warthogs on parade. That felt like hours ago, but the burn in his legs said otherwise. Every step over rock, every careful dodge to avoid stubbing a toe, made it all the more satisfying when the XP orbs twitched and zipped into his chest thanks to that handy little [Magnet] skill.

Little blue orbs—scattered like candy in the dirt—glimmered one by one as they launched themselves into him with soft pops. He walked and collected, walked and collected, like some weird frog version of a kid on an Easter egg hunt with PTSD and a thirst for revenge.

Yuuta tried not to get his hopes up, but with every orb that disappeared into his body, his confidence swelled just a little.

"Come on, baby. Get me to six. Gimme that new card. I wanna fuckin’ melt pig faces with fire or some shit."

Another orb.

Then another.

A twitch, a pop, a flash.

But when the final one zipped into him, and the familiar [DING] never came, he slowed to a halt. His frog eyes twitched. "Wait... no fucking way."

He opened his interface and stared:

[Level 5 — 98.4% XP Progress]

Silence.

Then—"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"

He stomped the ground with his webbed foot, instantly regretting it when a jagged stone jabbed his heel. "Shit—!"

Hopping back and cradling his foot, he muttered a string of curses that would’ve made his former classmates blush. After a few heavy breaths, he stood there, hands on the sides of his frog hips—if frogs even had hips—staring down at the canyon like it personally insulted his ancestors.

"All that XP... all that carnage... All that walking" He threw his arms up. "Just two more goddamn orbs! I need, like, two! Just two! So damn close to leveling up once more!"

He looked around the canyon again, eyes twitching as they scanned the dirt and debris. Nothing glowed. Nothing shimmered. Just rocks, some stray gold coins that zipped toward him on their own, and broken rubble. The battlefield had been picked clean.

Yuuta sighed, slower this time. The frustration was still bubbling inside him, but now it came with a sense of defeated acceptance. He tilted his gaze toward the canyon walls. But more specifically—toward the jagged, sharp-edged peaks of the collapsed cliffs on either side of the path.

"...Maybe," he muttered.

There was a chance.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, squinting against the harsh sunlight. "Tornado probably yeeted some of those XP balls way up there. Might’ve got caught on ledges. Or stuck on some broken rocks." The thought was plausible. A giant cyclone ripping through a buried battlefield would do more than just neatly toss everything on the ground.

He considered climbing.

Then quickly reconsidered.

Yuuta looked down at his stubby, three-toed frog feet. "No grip. No pads. No way."

He raised his hands. "Three fingers. No thumbs. Definitely no fucking climbing gear."

Even his frog body—while agile—wasn’t exactly built for vertical scaling. He imagined trying to grip a sharp rock edge with his webbed fingers and instantly gagged. "That’s a one-way trip to faceplant city."

Still, the tantalizing possibility of that one last orb stuck just out of reach gnawed at him. He stared up at the cliffs again.

"You’re hiding my orb, aren’t you," he grumbled. "Sitting up there, giggling to yourself."

He sighed and dropped to a squat, arms resting on his knees like a tired office worker debating whether to skip lunch or commit arson.

"What the fuck do I do now?" he muttered.

The wind whispered through the canyon, offering no answer.

Yuuta sat there for a long moment, watching the sky, watching the cliffs, and wondering what kind of stupid-ass frog body doesn’t come with climbing skills.....

"Fuck this world," Yuuta hissed, arms crossed over his slimy frog chest as he glared up at the sky. "I swear this damn place is making me look more stupid than I already was."

He stood alone, surrounded by jagged stone and dust-filled wind, grumbling like an angry office worker who just realized payday was next week. His wide frog mouth twisted in frustration.

"I better not be stuck in some sausage-fest world," he growled. "There better be some thick-ass milfs in this place. Not just fat pigs with weapons. If I find out this whole planet is just a pork farm, I’m gonna croak myself into a fucking stroke."

Before he could dig any deeper into that mental pit of despair, a flicker of memory sparked in his amphibian brain.

He paused. Blinked.

"Wait a damn second..."

Yuuta rubbed his chin thoughtfully with his three-fingered hand, then squinted back at the canyon behind him. "Didn’t I go full ’cast and run’ on those pig bastards back when I was still getting chased?"

He grinned.

"Right! I melted a few of those axe-swinging dumbasses. There should still be some crispy XP snacks lying around back there."

With a spring in his step and just a little more dignity than a sewer rat, Yuuta turned around and began retracing his path through the canyon. The rocky terrain crunched beneath his bare webbed feet. Charred black craters scarred the path like acne on the Earth’s face, along with scattered, splintered arrows—some half-burnt, some broken in half like they’d been trampled by a pissed-off elephant.

Yuuta chuckled dryly. "Ah, the good old times... when I was a dickless frog sprinting for his life, flinging spells like a cracked-out magician with no pants."

He snorted and muttered, "Still am, I guess."

As he followed the warpath, flashes of the chaos came back—Magic Missiles flying like bullets, pigs shrieking from his Lightning Bolt, fireballs exploding, that dumbass pig mage who looked like a burnt ham sandwich by the end of it.

"Dumb pork-faced shit" Yuuta muttered. "You chased the wrong fucking frog. And now look at you—extra crispy."

With each step forward, he felt more smug. More in control. More like a predator and less like prey. His pride inflated so hard it might’ve floated him off the ground if he wasn’t so weighed down by hatred and pettiness.

He lifted his chin and dramatically surveyed the battlefield like a second-rate villain in a B-grade movie. Scattered all over the cracked, scorched earth were corpses—mangled, missing limbs, some with charred, blackened holes punched straight through them. One pigman was face-down in the dirt, guts splayed like spilled noodles. Another had his legs twisted behind his back like a pretzel. Burn marks, exploded throats, arrow stumps... It was a graveyard made by a frog with a grudge.

Yuuta raised his arms and shouted mockingly, "THIS is what you get for chasing after me like I’m some frog-shaped snack, you fucking morons!"

Then, hands on his hips—again, if frogs even had hips—he muttered, "Dumbass pigs. Should’ve just stayed home and rolled in mud with your ugly moms."

He stepped forward, and as he crossed an invisible five-meter threshold, two familiar blue lights twitched in the debris. The XP orbs jolted to life—like they’d just remembered their job—and zipped straight toward him with their usual gentle pop.

Yuuta didn’t move. He just stood there, arms outstretched like some dramatic theater actor receiving an award. "Come to papa..."

[DING!]

[Congratulations: You have leveled up!]

[New Level: 6]

The sound was like a choir of angels—if angels sounded like passive-aggressive microwaves. Yuuta’s face lit up with crazed joy.

"FINALLY!"

He punched the air with both fists, nearly tripping over a severed pig leg as he did.

"Level six, baby! That’s what I’m talking about! Oh, I’m gonna rain so much destruction those pigs will think the fuckin’ sky hates them!"

And then the world... stopped.

The color drained from everything. The wind froze mid-whistle. Dust that was swirling in the air halted like it had been paused by the universe’s remote control.

"Ah, here we go..." Yuuta said, grinning wide.

From the stillness, three points in the air began to distort—swirling inward like someone had taken a cosmic screwdriver to reality itself. The very fabric of space warped and twisted into tight spirals, then ripped.

Out from those mini vortexes came three cards, floating in the air with silent grace. They hovered in front of Yuuta, spaced evenly like they were waiting for judgment.

Yuuta rubbed his hands together, the excitement in his frog face so intense it was borderline terrifying. "Come on, come on... something spicy. Something stupidly overpowered. Gimme something that’ll make those bacon bastards cry."

He looked at the cards and prepared to pick his next power.

But before anything else, he let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"That’s right. Keep leveling me up. Because I’m not just a frog anymore..." He smirked. "I’m the porkpocalypse."