[{"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-381":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},1326982,1762,"Chapter 381: ElderGlow’s Victory","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-381",381,"\u003Cp>Three pulses exploded from the triangle behind Elias — one horizontal, one vertical, one spinning like a sawblade — all shaped, tight, and precisely timed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric responded like a veteran duelist. He dropped low, swept his blade into a deflection arc that redirected the vertical blast, then rolled into a pivot behind the sawblade to escape the spin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horizontal wave still nicked his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit!\" He hissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he came at Elias like a shadow set on fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Woooooong...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel clashed with air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, not air — a condensed barrier, folded into threads that vibrated like harp strings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time Cedric’s blade touched it, it sang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias spun backward, one hand raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t overwhelming dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Leana watched from above with crossed arms, eyes glinting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s dancing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that bad?\" Damon asked, grin already twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" she murmured. \"It probably means that he respects him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the stage, Cedric’s aura shifted — just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade blurred as he moved into a full-speed sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleven cuts in five seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No filler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias blocked eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dodged two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shallow slash across his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to follow it up with a disarming strike, sliding under Elias’s extended arm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Elias used the momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fell into the spin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pivoted on one foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And cast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three spells this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first was a wind trap behind Cedric’s feet — pushing him forward, too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second? A kinetic snap above his head — forcing him to duck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third one was a mirrored pulse from the side — catching him while mid-adjust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The triple spell was too fast to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric was launched sideways across the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed and skidded near the boundary barrier, one hand gripping the floor to stop himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wobbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shoulders trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword still in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias lowered his palm. \"You done?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric raised his blade again. \"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias smiled faintly. \"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last exchange came in a blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric lunged and Elias stepped into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And raised his hand one final time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A combo spell snapped together midair — a layered blast of pressure, sound, and shifting force, spiraling from his palm like a vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cedric tried to parry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first layer knocked him sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second crushed his balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third — a pulse of sound that struck like thunder — made him black out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit the floor like a stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Combatant unable to continue. Victory: Elias Verdan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Colosseum erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers, screams, pounding feet, roaring students from ElderGlow, Thornevale, even Crowgarth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because of favoritism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they’d just seen a match that deserved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias stood over Cedric for a moment, watching the healers rush in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t gloat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just turned — and walked off the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above, the announcer’s voice cracked with excitement:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This year’s champion of the Final Year Trials — Elias Verdan of ElderGlow Academy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon didn’t wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t high-five Daveon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t check if Anaya or Celeste were following.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just bolted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Leana blinked as a Damon-shaped gust of wind left the box. \"Where—?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s off to get his money,\" Anaya muttered, rubbing her temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daveon sighed. \"I told him to wait until the crowd clears.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celeste grinned. \"You know he won’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon zipped down the eastern ramp and out through a side door before the crowds had even finished cheering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed past two celebrants from Wyrmere, jumped a wooden crate, and nearly tripped over a wine barrel in his sprint toward the Bet Pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His coat flared behind him like a flag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wider than the damn Colosseum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed through the pavilion doors like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Betkeeper looked up from the ledgers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Back already?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where’s my payout?\" Damon demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You placed... let’s see...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man pulled a set of slips, flipped through them, and whistled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well I’ll be...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damon Terrace,\" the man said aloud, just loud enough for the others in the tent to hear. \"Payout on five slips. All on Elias Verdan to win — final odds: 5.4 to 1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whispers started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Terrace?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As in the Terrace?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait, isn’t that—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man counted it out: coin after coin after coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neatly stacked into velvet pouches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six in total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your total winnings, Lordling, come to two hundred and thirty gold coins.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon tried to look composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He failed spectacularly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised both fists in triumph and shouted, startling everyone. \"YES!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then collapsed onto a nearby bench, laughing like he’d just won a war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I knew it,\" he muttered, eyes shining. \"I knew that freak would pull through.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A younger boy in the betting tent leaned over. \"Hey, uh, sir—who is Elias?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon turned slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ll find out. You all will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the arena, Elias returned to the prep zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna was there waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So was Cael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Reiz, who’d been sitting quietly, gave a small nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You good?\" Cael asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn’t go all out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias shrugged. \"He didn’t need to lose. He needed to grow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna stared at him. \"That’s not how tournaments work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is to me,\" Elias said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he walked past them toward the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up in the Dean’s box, Oryll’s jaw was stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dethrein smirked into his wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Godsthorn simply leaned back, satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This,\" he said, \"is just the beginning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High in the observation tower reserved for dignitaries and upper-circle board members, Lord Terrace rose slowly from his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His silver-long hair draped down his neck and his sheated sword lightly tapped once against the marble floor as he turned to Dean Godsthorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I trust you can handle any remaining formalities.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn didn’t even look up from his teacup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re excused,\" he said calmly. \"Give the boy my regards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrace smiled faintly. \"I will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And next to him, Lady Reyla, his younger sister, adjusted the cuffs of her embroidered sleeves and stood with smooth grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll be joining him,\" she said in that clipped, elegant voice of hers. \"It’s been far too long since I’ve seen my nephew.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn inclined his head. \"A shame you missed his sprint to the betting center.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reyla arched a brow. \"A sprint, you say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like a bat out of magic essence.\" dean Godsthorn grinned. Even though he’d been focused on the finals, he had managed to watch Damon run off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, escorted by a uniformed guide bearing ElderGlow’s crest, Lord Terrace and Lady Reyla descended through the stadium’s private lifts and down to the ground floor — where the participating teams were housed in temporary waiting zones under thick canopy tents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guide stopped just outside the ElderGlow pavilion and bowed lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re inside. Student Damon should be among them, I believe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reyla cast a glance toward her brother. \"Shall we?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lead on,\" Terrace said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the pavilion, the atmosphere was casual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tournament was done. The final battle still echoed in everyone’s memory, but the tension had ebbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celeste leaned against a support post, sipping a cold tonic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daveon was sitting cross-legged, reshaping his personal blade with tiny threads of molten essence. Beside him, Anaya looked relaxed for the first time in hours, boots off, braid loosened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Leana, as always, stood like a pillar just to the side, her arms crossed, eyes watchful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt them before she saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shift in essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soft thrum of condensed will — not magic, but presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned just as the flap opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she dipped into a formal bow. \"Lord Terrace. Lady Reyla. An unexpected honor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others snapped upright — not panicked, but startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daveon quickly stood, blade vanishing in a wisp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celeste bowed shallowly. \"Sirs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anaya blinked once — then quickly got to her feet as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Terrace stepped inside with that calm, slow grace of nobles used to commanding rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence didn’t need to be loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Lady Reyla scanned each face with a kind of scholarly precision — eyes cool but not unkind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrace’s gaze stopped on Leana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lady Leana. Still overseeing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Always.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded. \"Your students?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where’s my son?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t cold. Just direct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that’s when Anaya stepped forward — only slightly — and offered a respectful dip of the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m Anaya Stokeshorn, sir,\" she said, her voice firm but respectful. \"Damon’s girlfriend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a silence that lasted exactly two heartbeats too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Terrace blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Reyla’s head tilted slightly, just enough for her long earring to swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His... girlfriend?\" Lord Terrace asked, voice light but unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anaya didn’t waver. \"Yes, my lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leana cleared her throat quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celeste raised her eyebrows, impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daveon looked away, trying not to smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Reyla blinked slowly. \"You’re a Stokeshorn?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Lady Reyla.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of the direct lineage?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Correct.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reyla turned her head toward Terrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just then the tent flap flew open again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon strolled in, whistling, swinging a satchel over one shoulder that clinked with gold coins like a bard’s purse after a week-long festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guys!\" he called. \"You won’t believe what—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saw Leana looking at him like she was silently screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saw Daveon’s grin fighting for its life.\u003C\u002Fp>",1556,"2026-06-05T19:28:51.149Z",1,"novelbin.me","8be3a330f4060232e70eb0fc8061de28c7f7fd81ef515d9f0e0e46828ca8a6a4","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-382","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-380",548,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--cover.jpg"]