[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical-":3,"chapter-sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-330":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts",{"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},1327031,1762,"Chapter 330: The Chase At Ryedale","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-330",330,"\u003Cp>The sky above Ryedale shone with the light of noon, sunlight bouncing off the stone walls that curved like a crescent around the city's southern entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a beautiful city—graceful, tall, and orderly. But beneath that structure was a thin, taut string pulled tight with scrutiny and surveillance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien felt it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had dismounted some distance before the city's edge—Skylar and Aquila dismissed into the folds of spatial magic essence before the towering gates came into view. Luton remained, tucked like a decorative red scarf atop Damien's shoulder, its gelatinous body barely twitching as it observed everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they approached the gate, the guards straightened. Not from surprise. Not from threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien handed over his Mercenary card without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard, a mid-ranked officer with a thick beard and faded armor, accepted the card and scanned it carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've passed through before,\" the man said, eyes narrowing slightly. \"Right before we shut the gates for that lockdown a while back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien gave a polite nod. \"I was just moving through then. No trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man's tone didn't change. \"And now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Buying and selling,\" Damien said smoothly. \"Supplies, mostly. Maybe lodging for a few days.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he said it with the calm, disinterested tone of someone who meant to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard returned the card slowly. Then glanced at Arielle and Lyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They with you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another guard approached and asked for Arielle's identification. She handed it over, and even before it was fully inspected, the first man nodded to his companion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's fine. Let them in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Arielle took her card back, Damien gave a slow, measured smile and walked through the gate. The moment they passed the stone arch and the buzz of the outer barrier, he felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air behind him changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voices of the crowd blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the whispers of the guards sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien tilted his head slightly—enough to catch them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…That's him, right? The one the nobles were looking for? The one we missed last time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Definitely. You saw the eyes. The hair. They match the descriptions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Should I alert command?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now. Quietly. Go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien's expression didn't change, but a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his internal reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they were still here. Or at least, they'd left connections here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles from before—the ones who had tried to isolate Ryedale by shutting its teleportation network down. The same ones who'd gone to look for him at Westmont.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, they would soon find out he was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head slightly toward Arielle and spoke low, without stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're not staying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arielle arched a brow. \"You just said—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I lied.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't question him further. She knew better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's going on?\" Lyone asked from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien answered without turning. \"Eyes are on us. Ryedale isn't so safe for me and by extension, you guys since you're with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They kept walking, blending into the slow bustle of the inner market road. People went about their daily movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Damien wasn't seeing any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was counting footfalls behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint sound of armor—refined. Controlled. Not guards on patrol. Trackers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're heading for the teleportation array,\" Damien murmured. \"Now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They slipped from the main street into a side path, then through a shaded corridor of stacked stone buildings. Damien moved with purpose, not speed—too fast, and he'd alert them. Too slow, and they'd box him in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teleportation center was only a few blocks from where they currently were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A building made of black granite with a glowing roof of woven essence wires—a neutral zone, protected by merchant and travel laws. Unless Ryedale was under full military lockdown, nobles couldn't intercept travelers inside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien's hearing flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three more guards had broken off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were following.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were getting closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced up at the clock glyph floating near the city's main tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had time—but not much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the teleportation center came into view, he nudged Arielle with one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You two go in. Don't ask questions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arielle glanced at him sharply. \"What are you planning?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Buying time. Distraction. Nothing I haven't done before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyone's voice cracked. \"But—what if they catch you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They won't,\" Damien said flatly. \"And even if they do, I'll be back before they call your ticket numbers at the terminal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward them fully now, eyes clear and cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get the tickets. Get ready to leave and I'll meet you there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already walking away before they could argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arielle pulled Lyone forward as they crossed the glowing threshold. The magic of the place pressed lightly against their skin—safety seals, warding runes, anti-aggression charms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once inside, they approached the front desk and requested three tickets to Greshan, one very large city to the east. \"I'll need three tickets for the next batch going there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant raised an eyebrow. \"There's a flux cost if you intend to use the platform within the hour.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Doesn't matter,\" Arielle said. \"Just print it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They paid. Received three rune-stamped tokens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Arielle didn't sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood near the glass wall, watching the streets beyond, fingers twitching toward her dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hated this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let the first set of guards trail him down a wide alley between the cloth merchants and the gem stalls. Then—vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His steps were light and almost untraceable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reappeared on a lower rooftop, cloak fluttering behind him. Luton extended itself into the red scarf around his neck, camouflaging against the tile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of the guards passed beneath him, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One punch to the stomach, one to the jaw. The man collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two turned, but Damien was already moving—sliding between shadows and side streets, heading back toward the teleportation center's west entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The higher-ups were watching for a runner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't expecting a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bell rang softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Array Seven: Ready for transfer. If you're moving to Greshan, please make your way to Array Seven.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arielle grabbed Lyone's hand and stepped onto the platform. Around them, travelers adjusted bags, children huddled together, and some lovers even kissed goodbyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still no Damien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyone's lip quivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien slipped onto the platform from the crowd, wiping his gloves clean of dust. His breathing was smooth. His hair, windblown but intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arielle didn't ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the light took them, the city of Ryedale vanished behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>",1083,"2026-06-05T19:28:51.149Z",1,"novelbin.me","4e21e88051852bb790ed0528486b145ad0b8b7a20f3b165b41703c71ad6ac921","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-331","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-329",548,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--cover.jpg"]