[{"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-482":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},1327133,1762,"Chapter 482: Leaving The Kingdom","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-482",482,"\u003Cp>Lord Merith swallowed. \"Damien... after everything you’ve done... I hope you stay awhile. We could use your strength.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien shook his head gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t. I still have something I need to do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own path. His own demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Q\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lord nodded slowly, resignation settling into his features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You saved us,\" he said quietly. \"And you terrify us. Both can be true.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien didn’t respond. He simply patted Fenrir and motioned toward the doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night air was cold as Damien left the castle. Fenrir’s glowing eyes swept the shadows, ever protective. Luton hummed softly on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien paused under the torch-lit archway and stared toward the distant northern hills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts drifted unbidden, back to the people he’d left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apnoch, Lyone, and Arielle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were they okay? Had they made it to Eastern Shirefort safely? Had they even started moving toward Shirefort? Were they training? Eating? Healing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arielle’s face surfaced in his mind, her sad smile when he’d told her he was leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien exhaled long and slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll catch up soon,\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenrir nudged his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luton bubbled warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien looked up at the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Until then,\" he murmured, \"I can’t afford to slow down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow, he would leave the kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now with a terrifying confirmation, he’d confirmed this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy wasn’t sleeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were already moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning sunlight filtered over the city’s rooftops in a pale gold wash when Damien stepped out of the barracks with Fenrir padding at his side and Luton perched happily on his shoulder like some oversized gelatinous bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed the place between his brows as he walked, feeling a familiar throb of annoyance buzz in the back of his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had planned his morning perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wake up. Check his map. Repack his gear and leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except when he opened Luton’s (Universal Space) last night, he realized something horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More accurately, Luton had eaten everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rations? Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Potions? Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pills? Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dried meat? Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Extra shirts? Somehow also gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slime burbled cutely when caught, as if that excused it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien sighed again at the memory. \"You’re lucky you’re adorable,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luton gurgled smugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenrir snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien ignored them both and strode toward the market district. Today was his last day in the kingdom—no more delays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The islands to the north weren’t getting any closer, and the Forest of Twin Disasters wasn’t going to wait politely for him to arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, he half-expected the entire island to rise out of the sea purely to mock his lateness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He entered the marketplace, which was already bustling. Stall owners shouted, coins clanged, and the smell of roasting meat rolled through the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seliah had mentioned that this place had everything. She wasn’t lying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien moved quickly, focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed a refill!! And maybe some extra pairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome back, white-haired mercenary!\" called a merchant. \"More potions today?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien stopped. Turned. Squinted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man looked familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re the guy who tried selling me counterfeit shock talismans,\" Damien said blandly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The merchant stiffened. \"N-No! They were not counterfeit! Just... selectively functional.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Meaning they explode in your hands?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man coughed forcing Damien to sigh and walk away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stocked up on travel rations again, twice as much this time, because Luton hovered too close to the bags like a starved child eyeing dessert. Damien glared at the slime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You eat any of this before we reach the island, I swear I’m selling you to a bakery.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luton vibrated in distress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenrir made a sound suspiciously like laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, Damien entered a specialized outfitter’s shop where cloaks, gear, and enchanted accessories hung from walls like war trophies. The clerk perked up immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aha! The famed White Wolf Rider! What brings you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need two elemental cloaks,\" Damien said, cutting him off before the man could bow, kneel, or throw confetti. \"One for heat. One for cold.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clerk nodded rapidly. \"Excellent choices, sir! Traveling into extreme environments?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien gave him a look so flat it could iron shirts. \"Something like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he tried on the cold-resistant cloak, a faint icy shimmer rippled across his shoulders. The heat-resistant one radiated a gentle warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were high-quality. Both were expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien bought them without blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strength was expensive. Preparation even more so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped at a runic equipment store next. A silver-haired woman behind the counter raised her brow when he approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A rune compass?\" she repeated. \"Planning a long journey?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" Damien said simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To where?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A remote place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That narrows it down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien stared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she caved. \"Fine, fine—here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The compass clicked softly when he held it. Perfect for sailing, flying, or traveling across magically distorted terrain. The Twin Disasters Island definitely qualified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pocketed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is where Damien spent the longest time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The traps were simple but effective: bronze cylinders, half a foot long, capped with a runic plate. Insert an essence core and they activated. When they sensed another core nearby, they shot out binding runes like invisible chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect for demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even better for the journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And extremely cheap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien bought dozens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopkeeper watched him with wide eyes. \"Sir... do you plan on hunting an army?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien shrugged. \"Maybe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"D-Do you want a bulk discount?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man looked confused but didn’t argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally, a backup map because he wasn’t risking Luton eating his map again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bought three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luton drooped in shame on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien tapped the slime once. \"Just don’t eat these.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luton wobbled solemnly as if swearing an oath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien doubted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By late afternoon, Damien had everything he needed. His pack was full. Luton’s Universal Space held enough supplies to outfit a small expedition force (after Damien threatened the slime repeatedly not to eat anything until told).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward the gate leading out of the kingdom, keeping his hood up, hoping to avoid attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He almost succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damien?\" a familiar voice called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouldn’t have hoped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course they found him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haldric approached with several soldiers. Seliah moved quickly to join them, relief and surprise mixing in her expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re leaving?\" Haldric asked. His voice was casual, but his eyes said something else. Respect. Gratitude. A hint of disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien sighed. \"I wanted to slip out quietly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seliah frowned. \"Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because goodbyes take too long.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haldric barked a laugh. \"That’s exactly why we’re not letting you disappear without one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenrir huffed in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers formed up around him—not as guards, but as honor escort. People along the street whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The White Wolf Rider.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Devourer’s Tamer...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the Knight of the North Wind...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien ignored all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haldric walked beside him. \"You left an impression here, Damien. Soldiers respect you. The people talk about you. Even the commander admitted you were... unnerving.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good,\" Damien muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haldric blinked. \"Good?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If people fear me, they’re less likely to ask if Fenrir is for sale.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seliah choked on a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached the outer gate, soldiers on duty straightened immediately. Some even saluted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien felt an uncomfortable tug of responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t a protector of kingdoms. He was a man on a mission — one he still didn’t fully understand, but one he couldn’t walk away from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haldric stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve done more for us in three days than some mercenary companies do in a year. If you ever return, you’ll be welcomed as an ally.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seliah nodded firmly. \"And if you need help—send word. We owe you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t used to this. Being valued. Being seen. Being trusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange feeling settled in his chest—not warmth exactly, but a quiet recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He inclined his head once. \"Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haldric grinned. \"Stay alive out there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Always the plan,\" Damien said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenrir growled a goodbye, low and deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luton gave a bubbly wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien stepped through the gate and into open land, the sky wide and endless before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But behind him, he heard Seliah’s voice one last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come back alive, Damien!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t turn around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply raised one hand in acknowledgment and continued walking, footsteps steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred paces away from the walls, Damien stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The landscape stretched far and open. A perfect launching ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Fenrir. \"Time for you to rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf bowed his head as Damien cancelled the summon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, he looked at Luton. \"Don’t eat anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luton gurgled in reluctant agreement, then shrank into a tiny orb and slipped into Damien’s cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien reached for his magic and summoned his next beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skylar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shadowfang Wyvern emerged with a rumble, enormous wings unfolding like sheets of darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien climbed onto its back and secured his pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the map. He had the tools. He had the supplies. And he had a destination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Forest of Twin Disasters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His very own trial ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His beginning and his return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go,\" Damien said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skylar beat its wings once, twice, and launched into the northern sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damien didn’t look back again.\u003C\u002Fp>",1526,"2026-06-05T19:28:51.150Z",1,"novelbin.me","653045053b2f516238ff9666f6753d8093d847435bb25985d4676c7c22300b8b","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-483","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-481",548,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--cover.jpg"]