[{"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-343":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},1327044,1762,"Chapter 343 343: Making Money","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-343",343,"\u003Cp>The crowd was still buzzing from the last match, half-drunk on adrenaline and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers rippled like waves across the courtyard—everyone talking about the mysterious silver-haired fighter who'd just knocked out the reigning champion after deliberately throwing the first round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some called him a tactician.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others called him a lunatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien didn't seem to care about either opinion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dusted off his sleeves, stepped down from the pit, and gave Lyone a subtle nod. Cerbe, still in his tall and imposing human form, fell into step behind them without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyone was beaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can't believe that worked,\" he whispered, his coin pouch visibly heavier now. \"I mean—I can, because it's you, but still. That's three thousand gold coins. I could buy a whole street!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien said nothing. Just a slight smirk as he turned toward the edge of the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was ready to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy, deliberate footstep echoed across the pit floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcer turned suddenly, eyes wide. \"W-We have a new challenger?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large figure stepped into view—taller than Raithe, heavier in build, wrapped in crimson-banded armor. His face was hidden behind a jagged bronze mask, and a greatsword rested on one shoulder like it weighed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll fight him,\" the newcomer said. His voice was gravel and thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped a clink of gold onto the betting table. \"One hundred gold.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bookie nearly choked. \"O-One hundred to challenge?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Braun is really coming out to challenge him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha... He's finished now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Braun came up. It's a win. Gotta bet on Braun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted again. Cheers. Gasps. Shouted bets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned back to Damien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled once, just loud enough for Lyone to hear. \"We're not done yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyone tilted his head. \"You sure? That guy looks like he eats bricks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've already won tonight,\" Damien said calmly, watching the masked warrior take slow, deliberate strides toward the pit. \"Now let's win again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned closer, lowering his voice so only Lyone could hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stake one hundred gold on me winning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyone blinked, then nodded with a grin. \"Gladly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned, Cerbe at his side like a living statue, and walked back toward the betting stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bookie stared at him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One hundred gold. Damien to win.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The odds had dropped this time. The crowd no longer believed in miracles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Odds for Damien to lose: 2.5 to 1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Odds for Damien to win: 25 to 1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still steep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still foolish to the masses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lyone placed the coin pouch on the table without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lock it in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match began without ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The masked warrior moved first—fast for his size, swinging the greatsword in a wide arc that split the air with a sonic boom. Damien dodged effortlessly, sliding beneath the swing and landing a sharp jab to the man's ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Metal rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent barely flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd cheered. \"Too slow, silver-haired brat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien ducked a second swing, then leapt over the blade's return sweep. His hand snapped upward, unleashing a ripple of pure force. The masked fighter staggered, armor flaring with defensive enchantments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still smiling beneath that mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—he was taking Damien seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight stretched on, blades clashing with skin, boots scraping against stone. Magic essence shimmered with each exchange—enhanced movement, reinforced limbs, momentary bursts of speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Damien was faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smarter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every move he made was layered—one step ahead, one trap behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, the crowd fell silent. The masked fighter began to slow. Every breath heavier. Every strike sloppier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then Damien vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One blur—one flicker—and he was behind his opponent, striking the same spot he'd targeted three times before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the armor cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior groaned, staggered forward, dropped to one knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee didn't even need to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Winner: Silver-Haired Brat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even louder than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, they believed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyone walked back toward the courtyard, another coin pouch heavy in Cerbe's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay, I have so many plans for this money. I could buy a ship. Or a bakery chain. Or hire a team of chefs who only cook breakfast—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't get comfortable,\" Damien interrupted, still dusting his coat off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But we're making money!\" Lyone protested against Damien's dismissive statement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another figure was already walking toward the pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smaller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrapped in a grey robe and hood that masked their features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll fight him,\" the third contender said quietly, tossing five gold coins toward the betting table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People cheered now out of momentum. The crowd didn't care who it was anymore—they wanted blood, magic, and coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcer raised an eyebrow. \"Another one already? We've got a streak tonight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bookie shook his head. \"Odds on the Silver-hair winning? Let's drop it to 4 to 1—hell, make it 2 to 1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that's when Damien gave a glance toward Cerbe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mental command. \"Tell Lyone to bet on me losing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silent order passed between them, invisible to everyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cerbe leaned in toward Lyone and whispered the message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyone blinked. \"Wait. Bet on you losing? But you just—?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do it,\" Cerbe said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy stared. Then slowly nodded. \"You guys are the most terrifying gamblers I've ever met.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the betting stand, Lyone placed two hundred gold coins—this time on Damien losing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bookie raised a brow but nodded, recording the bet quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others were betting too—this time on Damien. Everyone had seen him win. Everyone wanted a piece of the rising star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the pit, Damien faced the robed challenger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time… he fought slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each dodge came a half-beat later. His swings landed lighter. His footwork—just enough to sell the illusion of fatigue. And the opponent? Surprisingly good. Clean magic control. Fast hands. A real fighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the match ended with a feigned slip—the opponent's back exposed, a quick takedown, and a pin against the pit wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Winner—The Silver-Haired Brat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wild celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People who had staked on Damien's victory were laughing, hugging, throwing coin pouches in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All as planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien rose without a word, brushing himself off again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked calmly past the cheering crowd and made a quiet signal to Lyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't need fanfare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They only needed distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three blocks later, under the shadow of a quiet rooftop, Damien stopped and looked up at the darkened sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Luton,\" he said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another blue portal opened once more, and the familiar red slime bounced out, landing with a cheerful bloop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Storage,\" Damien said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyone nodded and handed over the first coin pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the third.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luton expanded greedily, gulping down the heavy stacks of gold as if devouring dessert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time it shrank back to its usual size, Lyone exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That… was insane.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien didn't respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his smile—barely visible—told Lyone everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't just rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because no one suspects a man who walks away with nothing. Especially when they themselves had just gotten their fair share of his money.\u003C\u002Fp>",1170,"2026-06-05T19:28:51.149Z",1,"novelbin.me","0012ec621721e4ec1c9823425b46628fdb469a3f41d1fc160006f5cfcfc912aa","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-344","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-342",548,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--cover.jpg"]