My Crazy Journey with My Summons

First floor lobby.

After dealing with the celebrity chaos upstairs, Rango lit a cigarette and frowned at the scene in front of him.

Total mayhem. All around him, utter chaos.

Native Americans clashing with Western cowboys. Prehistoric cavemen brawling with remnants of the Mayan civilization. British knights going head-to-head with Japanese samurai…

Even in the miniature exhibit, coin-sized Octavian was leading Roman soldiers in a full-on assault against the railroad workers in the neighboring case.

The air rang with the sharp clang of weapons, battle cries, and every now and then, tiny wooden splinters came whizzing past Rango's head, arrows fired by the miniature Mayans.

And as for Stan, the T. rex? He was lying flat on his belly in front of Rango, wagging his tail, still eager to play fetch.

Honestly, these guys were acting more like animals than the actual animals on the third floor.

"Quiet!"

Rango slapped the elevator door and shouted furiously, but his voice was immediately drowned out by the surrounding uproar. It was completely useless.

"Rango…"

Ted chimed in, "These guys are soldiers and savages. Talking nicely won't work. You need to show them who's boss!"

"You're right."

Rango's eyes locked onto a samurai not far away, swinging a steel katana with deadly precision.

"Hey, you."

As the warriors turned their heads, a cold glint flickered in Rango's eyes, followed by a mocking shout: "Pussy-o~!"

The raging samurai froze for a moment, then as if under a spell, immediately dropped their original targets and charged at Rango with murder in their eyes.

Bear Taunt.

It was the first special ability Rango had unlocked when he summoned Ted Bear as a kid, a system reward tied to Ted himself.

No matter the time or place, anyone within Rango's line of sight who heard his taunt would lose all reason and zero in on him with unrelenting aggression.

Sure, it was a powerful skill, but unless you could back it up, using it was basically suicide.

Luckily, Rango was no amateur. After years of training around the world, he had combat skills and marksmanship at a professional level. Against this bunch of plastic mannequins, he wasn't the one who needed to be worried.

He silently counted down. As the lead samurai stepped within five meters, Rango sprang into action, whipping out his Taser.

In an instant, the electrified dart hit its mark, piercing the samurai's robe.

A burst of sparks exploded, but something was off.

"What the hell?!" Rango shouted, baffled. "Why isn't he reacting at all?!"

The dart was still hanging from the samurai's chest, but instead of collapsing, the warrior charged even faster, katana slicing straight for Rango's head.

Twisting his waist, Rango easily dodged the blow and cranked up the Taser's voltage, but it had absolutely no effect.

From the sidelines, Ted yelled, "Are you kidding me right now?! Rango, he's made of plastic! Plastic! What good is shocking him gonna do, you buffon?!"

"…"

Rango paused as the reality hit him: he had just been outsmarted by a stuffed bear. Without hesitation, he ditched the Taser.

But the samurai, now fully consumed by the rage from Bear Taunt, weren't about to let him off easy. In the blink of an eye, they'd surrounded him, blades raised.

"Hoo…"

Rango exhaled slowly as they lunged at him. He ducked the first slash with a clean pivot, then struck like lightning. He grabbed one samurai's wrist mid-swing, twisted hard, and when the blade didn't drop, he followed up with a brutal knee strike.

CRACK!

The samurai's plastic kneecap shattered instantly, and he crumpled to the floor.

They couldn't feel pain or be shocked, but their joints? Fragile as hell. Rango had more than enough strength to break them.

Now that he'd found their weakness, he stopped holding back. He charged head-on into the group of samurai.

Outclassed in both speed and strength, they were no match for him. Within moments, the floor was littered with shattered limbs and broken katanas, all plastic, not a single drop of blood in sight.

Only one samurai remained standing: the leader.

But Rango was already behind him.

He wrapped both arms tightly around the man's neck, setting up for a chokehold.

"Don't be scared… just relax. The dizziness is totally normal."

Ted blinked at what he'd just seen and blurted out in disbelief, "Plastic! They're made of plastic! You're trying to choke out a plastic guy like he can even suffocate?! Are you some Marvel Captain Am—"

Crack—!

Before he could finish, the samurai's neck snapped with a sharp crunch.

In the next second, the warrior's decapitated body slumped to the ground, his head dangling from Rango's hand.

"Ted, you were saying something?" Tossing the head up once and catching it again, Rango sighed. "Looks like I'll have to give the curator a repair fee before I even get my first paycheck."

Every figure in the hall froze, stunned.

None of the previous three night guards had ever let them roam so freely. Sure, they came to life at night, but they were always locked behind glass. This was the first time they'd truly tasted freedom.

And now? They'd just witnessed an act of "violence" so brutal it made even plastic shiver.

This new guy was not playing around.

Rango could tell they were intimidated, and he made sure to double down. Face hard and voice cold, he raised the severed plastic head high.

"I don't care who you were in your past lives, or what grudges you've got with each other. While you're on my watch, you follow my rules! Now, all of you. Back in your display cases. Now. And if I see even one of you waving a weapon around again…"

Crunch!

He stomped the samurai's head into shards with one brutal stomp.

"This is what happens."

Instant panic spread among the remaining figures. Judging from that look in the guard's eyes, he was dead serious.

One after another, the previously rebellious exhibits exchanged glances, then dropped their heads in defeat and quietly filed back into their cases.

Watching them shuffle off so obediently, Rango finally allowed himself a small smile.

Good thing they were just plastic recreations and hadn't inherited the full personalities of the real historical figures. Otherwise, that stunt wouldn't have worked nearly as well.

A few minutes later…

With the chaos finally under control, Rango didn't rush to clean up the disaster zone. Instead, he turned toward the most extravagant hall in the museum, the Egyptian exhibit.

In front of its towering double doors stood two rows of jackal-headed statues, each over ten meters tall. Rango didn't barge in. He stood tall and called out loudly, "I have a way to free your Pharaoh. All you need to do is let me in."

The two silent guardians glanced at each other, then stepped aside, clearing a path. Rango didn't hesitate. He sprinted into the hall at full speed.

As he neared the sarcophagus inlaid with dazzling gemstones, his pace slowed.

It wasn't the eerie howls from inside that gave him pause. It was the glowing golden plaque embedded in the stone slab ahead.

The Pharaoh's tablet.

The mystical artifact from the movie, the one that brought every exhibit in the museum to life each night.

Rango's palm was burning, almost on fire. He'd guessed right. Yeah, this plaque wasn't just some prop. It was a true supernatural object. Just by getting close, the progress bar on his wrist began to spike.

No hesitation. He reached out and touched the radiant golden plaque.

The moment his fingers made contact, a blinding blue light exploded from his palm.

The progress bar that had been slowly building up since the haunted house incident? It shot to 100% in a blink.

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