[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-online-game-starting-with-sss-ranked-summons":3,"chapter-online-game-starting-with-sss-ranked-summons-online-game-starting-with-sss-ranked-summons-chapter-331":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1650540,2114,"Chapter 331: The End of The Trial of Compassion","online-game-starting-with-sss-ranked-summons-chapter-331",331,"\u003Cp>\"Your papa is very sick,\" she said gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you can fix him!\" The boy grabbed her hands. \"You're a healer! Healers make people better!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such simple faith. Absolute trust in the power of healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sometimes... sometimes people are too hurt to fix. Little one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jasmine was so immersed that she no longer thought of it as a trial. But as a reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy's face crumpled. \"No! You have to try! Please! He's my papa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My papa. The same words I would have used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, the dying man called out weakly. \"...come here, son.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy, ran back to his father's side. The noble pulled his child close, whispering words Jasmine couldn't hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last words. Final moments between father and son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched as the man removed a ring from his finger and pressed it into the child's small hand. A family heirloom, probably. Something to remember him by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same way father gave me his pendant before he died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take care of your mother,\" the noble whispered. \"Be... be better than I was.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least he knows he failed. At least he has regrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child clung to his father as life faded from the man's eyes. The child's sobs echoed through the camp, raw and heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is what I looked like when father died. This is the pain I carried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other children appeared from nowhere—sons and daughters of the remaining conspirators. Each one running to a dying parent, each one begging for miracles that wouldn't come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them will be orphaned. All of them will know the loss I knew. I didn't want this to happen...but...sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camp had become a tableau of approaching tragedy. Children weeping over fathers who had perhaps minutes left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jasmine possessed the power to prevent it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could save them. Save the fathers and spare the children this pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the memory of her own father's death burned too brightly. These men had orchestrated Regulus's downfall not because of investigations of corruption, but because of jealousy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father was too powerful. Too loved. Too close to the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regulus had won the heart of the first princess. Had commanded respect from common soldiers and nobles alike. His strength and honor had made him a natural successor to the kingdom's highest positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't tolerate his rise. Couldn't accept that someone so principled might gain real authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they had engineered his fall. Convinced the king that Regulus posed a threat to stability. Arranged for him to be sent on a mission with insufficient support, hoping the demons would solve their political problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They succeeded. Father came home dying, and we fled to the wilderness to watch him waste away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jasmine's hands trembled with suppressed rage as the memories sharpened. Years of poverty. Her mother's gradual descent into sorrow. Her father's final breaths taken in a cave instead of the palace where he belonged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They destroyed everything. Everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another child's sob cut through her fury. A little girl, perhaps eight, shaking her dying father's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daddy, wake up! Please wake up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'll grow up like I did. Broken. Alone. Hungry for justice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The parallels were too obvious to ignore. These children would walk the same path Jasmine had traveled. Would learn the same lessons about powerlessness and abandonment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless I save their fathers. Unless I choose healing over vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why should she? Why should she spare these children the education she'd received? Why should she prevent them from understanding what their fathers had inflicted on others?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them learn. Let them know what loss means.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy looked up from his father's corpse, tears streaming down his face. \"Lady, please. Can you... can you bring him back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Innocent question from an innocent child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" Jasmine said quietly. \"I can't bring back the dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But he's not dead!\" Thomas insisted. \"He's just sleeping! Look, he's still warm!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Denial. The first stage of grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy pressed his ear against his father's chest, listening for a heartbeat that had already stopped. When he found only silence, his wail of anguish pierced the evening air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is justice. This is what they deserve for what they did to my family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Jasmine watched the child's breakdown, something cold settled in her chest. Not satisfaction. Not vindication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this what I've become? Someone who watches children suffer and calls it justice? How pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realisation should have prompted mercy. It should have triggered the compassion the trial demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, it only hardened her resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's too late now. I would make this choice even if I had a thousand lifetimes. I will and would not ever help the destroyers of my family.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned away from the boy's grief and walked toward the camp's exit. Behind her, more children discovered their fathers' deaths. More young voices joined the chorus of loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'll understand now. They'll know what betrayal costs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Guardian Staff's voice echoed in her mind as the scene began to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Trial of Compassion is complete.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Complete, huh? It didn't say pass like before. Well, I guess I'm not fit to be a healer after all. I was cursed with this damn healing talent when I could've had an offensive talent, just like father, so I can take revenge with my bare hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light engulfed the medical camp, dissolving the illusion of suffering children and dead conspirators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jasmine found herself back in the crystalline chamber, facing the ancient staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I failed. I know I failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the Guardian's judgment approached, Jasmine felt no regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I chose justice over mercy. I chose truth over forgiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff pulsed with subdued light, its runes shifting to darker configurations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have failed the Trial of Compassion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Failed. Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The path of light is closed to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jasmine raised her chin defiantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want the path of light.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber around her began to change, walls shifting from crystalline brightness to something deeper and more complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My choice. My consequences. My power...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorry, Fateless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Guardian's voice carried new undertones—not disappointment, but something approaching understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then let us see what darkness you are willing to embrace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Trial of Compassion was over.\u003C\u002Fp>",1032,"2026-06-06T12:00:36.157Z",1,"novelbin.me","388964a99f3955926c8e987bf1d01000a07c65ca80d4e113a427b5fc81dfea2e","online-game-starting-with-sss-ranked-summons-chapter-332","online-game-starting-with-sss-ranked-summons-chapter-330",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fonline-game-starting-with-sss-ranked-summons-cover.jpg"]