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Arcane: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Aragai_Sama
He didn't mean to summon a goddess. He was just picking a champion. When an ordinary young man from Earth clicks Janna during champion select, he doesn't expect to wake up in a cramped rented room in the city of Zaun — inside the body of a dead factory apprentice. He doesn't expect the real Janna, an ancient wind goddess, to materialize in front of him, furious and bound to his will by a cosmic summon she cannot break. And he definitely doesn't expect her to fit in his shirt pocket. This is Levi's new life. Twenty-four hours a day on his feet. Twelve-hour shifts soldering circuit boards for pennies. Chem-gas thick enough to chew. A landlord who charges rent on a room barely big enough to turn around in. And now, a thumb-sized goddess who despises him perched on his shoulder, quietly seething. The previous Levi left behind nothing but debt — loan sharks, gang threats, and a brilliant younger sister named Lina struggling to keep her scholarship at the prestigious University of Piltover while the world reminds her every day that she was born on the wrong side of the canal. The new Levi has something the old one didn't: knowledge. Memories of an entire world's worth of history, philosophy, and ideas that this world has never seen. He puts them to work — not with a sword, not with magic, but with words. A single historical essay, written quietly by lamplight after a factory shift, begins to move through Piltover like a current. It reaches a disillusioned genius professor. It reaches a sheltered heiress who can read minds but has never once touched real life. It reaches every Zaunite student who has ever been told to be grateful for the scraps they're given. Meanwhile, the goddess he's supposedly enslaved is starting to wonder whether her "Summoner" is a villain, a revolutionary, or simply the most annoying person she has ever been forced to share a pocket with.
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