My Trash Class Summons a Divine Army [ Progression Fantasy · LitRPG · Army Building ]

Five hundred years ago, every god in existence died. Divine power vanished. Holy magic stopped working. The churches fell apart. And from the wounds where gods fell, Breaches tore open -- rifts that leak monsters and corrupted energy into the world. Humanity survived because the System still worked. It gives people Classes at age 16. Warriors. Mages. Assassins. Healers. Everyone gets something useful. Cade Ashwick got Holy Summoner. The crowd went quiet. Then they laughed. Holy classes have been extinct for five hundred years. No one has awakened one since the gods died. Getting a Holy class in this world is like getting handed a sword with no blade. It looks impressive and does absolutely nothing. At least that is what everyone thinks. Because Cade's first summon is not a soldier. It is a tiny angel named Sera who only he can see. She claps when he levels up. She panics when he bleeds. And she manages a stat screen that shows three talents the System itself cannot classify. Here is the thing about those talents. His summons get stronger every time he levels up. Not a little stronger. His level becomes their multiplier. Level 10 means his army hits ten times harder than it should. Level 40 means forty times. And every one of his summons is built from divine energy that is already ten times better than anything normal. Do the math. Then imagine two hundred of them. Oh and if something manages to kill his entire army and him along with it, everything resets to full health in thirty five seconds. Every summon. Every injury. Gone. They said his class was useless. They said the gods were dead. They were half right. The gods were not dead. They were sealed. And the System that assigned Cade his trash class has been spending five hundred years building toward exactly this moment. The Pale Barrier protecting humanity is cracking. Something ancient is waking up on the other side. And the only person whose power does not drain the barrier but actually repairs it is a sixteen year old orphan that the whole world wrote off before he took his first step. Army building progression fantasy with clean status screens, military tactics, a morally gray villain you will actually feel sorry for, and an angel companion who manages your stat sheet while cheering for you like a kid at a soccer game. Updates five times a week. Fast pace. Zero filler. If you like Solo Leveling meets Primal Hunter but with an army instead of a sword -- welcome to the Divine Host.