Awakening with two legendary Summons-Chapter 100: The Summoner Saviour

The crowd was in an uproar, a storm of voices rising in a unified cry of excitement. It was already clear who the winner of this contest was. But just to affirm it for the spectators, the announcer raised both hands high, commanding the attention of the thousands in attendance.

"Now we’ll decide who is the winner of the contest—just yell which you prefer over the other!"

As his voice echoed across the stadium, the audience roared louder, the anticipation crackling in the air like static before a lightning strike.

The announcer pointed toward Nathan first. A section of the crowd erupted in support, their cheers wild and loyal. But the moment he turned and directed his hand toward Melvin, the entire stadium shook with the sound. The roar that came for Melvin was deafening, undeniable. It was not just applause. It was an eruption of approval that made the very foundation tremble.

Some in the audience even felt the stadium floor rumble beneath their feet, the collective voices vibrating in their chests.

Even Kairos, who had been calmly watching until now, stood up in the crowd, cupping his hands to his mouth and yelling with the others. He couldn’t help it. This part of the contest was exhilarating—and if it meant supporting Melvin, he would gladly give it everything.

"Then the winner is decided!"

As the announcer declared it, he approached Melvin. Nathan, the other finalist, quietly stepped down from the platform, his head bowed, his face heavy with sorrow. His dream had been within reach, only to slip away in the final moments.

The announcer turned to Melvin, his eyes gleaming with excitement, already thinking of the implications.

"So, kid. What do you want for the item in your hands? Right now, you’ve ignited the spirit of everyone in this stadium. If you want, you could be accepted into any of the elite factions—or sell your invention for a massive sum. The world is yours."

His words were the kind that stirred the hearts of young inventors across the galaxy—an offer that could change a life in an instant. It was what every competitor dreamed of. A chance to join a faction with high-ranking privileges, to climb to the top. A reward of a lifetime.

But...

"No. I don’t want either of those things. I just wanted to compete with other inventors to see who is better. I like the challenge,"

Melvin’s voice was calm, unwavering. He turned away, walking off the platform without a second thought, leaving the crowd—and the world—stunned.

Gasps rippled across the stadium. Even the high-ranking generals and Rodrics Thorne, who had already been scheming how to recruit Melvin into his influence, were left in baffled silence.

Faces in the crowd twisted with confusion, disbelief, even disappointment. The opportunity of a lifetime—thrown away.

Kairos, on the other hand, wore a small proud smile.

’Nice work, Melvin.’

It took the announcer a moment to shake off the daze. He cleared his throat, eyes still wide with disbelief.

"Ohh—k... They are heading to get interviewed, then the next contest will take place. Please get ready for the core weaponry sparring matches."

Almost instantly, the stadium screens flickered. The live feed of the announcer blurred out, replaced with the broadcast of a woman behind the scenes. She was preparing to interview the remaining students, her energy barely masking the chaos behind the scenes.

By now, she had already spoken to most of the failed contestants. But upon spotting the final two—Nathan and Melvin—she rushed forward eagerly, hoping to get their thoughts.

Most of the audience, however, still upset by Melvin’s refusal, had already turned their interest away from the interview. Disapproval lingered like a fog.

Even the generals, Zhendeya and the head of the Thorne family, had begun to rise from their seats, leaving the parapet and heading through a passage that led somewhere deeper inside.

Kairos remained. Smoothie straw in his mouth, he took slow sips, eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Hey! I’m going to get another smoothie since we already drank ours,"

Carlos suddenly bent over and yelled into Kairos’s ear, the noise of the crowd making conversation nearly impossible.

Kairos narrowed his eyes slightly, annoyed by the intrusion.

"Both of you?"

Carlos nodded, flashing a grin.

"We’re gonna get more cups this time,"

He gave Kairos a skeptical glance, already aware that he had not only finished his own smoothie, but had taken Darnell’s as well.

Darnell offered no objections, only gave a small wave as he rose. The two of them left their seats, heading toward the vending area. But Carlos knew—they had no interest in smoothies. This was the moment they had chosen to search for Ravin Elteth.

Now alone, Kairos sat, watching the interview quietly. Then he waited. The next contest would begin soon.

The announcer’s voice returned, cutting through the stadium.

"And now, prepare yourselves for the core weaponry sparring contest!"

Several students stepped onto the platform, their steps full of determination. But something caught Kairos’s eye—someone he recognized.

His mouth parted slightly, breath catching in his throat.

"Kaela..."

He muttered under his breath.

Kaela had joined the core weapons battle contest.

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Far from the cheers of the stadium, down a network of shadowed hallways, the generals and the Thorne family representative walked with purpose. Eventually, they reached a massive chamber, its arched ceiling covered in ornate golden carvings and gleaming chandeliers.

They entered a long dining hall, led by General Shia Vantress. She took her place at one end of the lavish table. The others seated themselves around her.

Despite the grand layout, the atmosphere was heavy. The food had already been prepared by attendants, but only some took to it.

Albert ignored the dishes completely. He had no appetite. Instead, he poured himself a glass of wine and sipped slowly.

The others ate at varying paces—except Shia, who disregarded manners entirely, mixing dishes into strange combinations. She was focused on something else.

After several minutes of tense silence, Shia finally spoke, her voice cool but firm.

"The reason this festival has been held—for those of you who may not know—is to understand the state of the outside world. Not just this planet, but the galaxy and beyond."

Utensils were lowered. All eyes shifted toward Zhendeya, who took a final sip of wine and set her glass down.

"Back on Earth, our planet is holding up well. But outside our atmosphere, we’ve noticed increasing activity. Nyxaris ships have been spotted more frequently—they’re scouting, probing. Searching for something."

She paused, resting a hand under her chin.

"I believe these are stealth ships, built for reconnaissance. What’s worse... there are humans working with them. I’ve caught some myself. Spies, betrayers, selling their race for scraps."

Shia folded her arms tightly.

"The war is getting bad enough that some of our own are switching sides..."

Albert’s hand slammed into the table with a sharp thud.

"Then why don’t we strike first?! Crush their main planet—bring the war to them. We have bombs. We have bioweapons. Let’s end this and rebuild whatever is left after!"

Shia raised a single hand, silencing him. Her gaze was sharp, commanding.

"No. The scars of war, the grief it leaves... I won’t let another generation suffer that. There’s still a treaty in place. With a few right moves, peace can be achieved."

Albert scoffed.

"Peace? This is no peace. It’s a pause. A breath before the slaughter. You don’t keep sharks as pets. You kill them before they smell blood."

"Enough—"

Shia rose from her seat, a deadly glare fixed on Albert. But then she froze.

She wasn’t looking at Albert anymore. Her gaze had shifted to one of the seats at the end of the table.

Someone sat there. A man with a dark hat, silently sipping tea.

He had not been there before. Of that, Shia was certain.

And yet... he was now.

The others followed her gaze, their expressions darkening as they too noticed the stranger.

"You sit like deities, arguing over peace?" the man said softly. His voice was smooth, mocking. "Is that your goal? Peace? No, what you truly chase is the satisfaction of your greed. Humans often mistake peace for the right to take more."

He chuckled, low and cold.

"So don’t haggle over ideals too long. After all... you’re all going to die today."

Shia’s eyes narrowed.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The man raised his head just enough. A sinister grin stretched across his face. His eyes gleamed with malevolence.

"I’m Ravin Elteth... your savior."

***Author’s note***

Thank you for all the gift and support up till this moment. This is the main arc of the second volume so we should get ready for the mass release, the twist, plot and finally when the book plot finally hits the way I want it to.

It’s finally that moment where we can push through the peak battles and all so let’s get ready.

Mass release 5 Chapters Tomorrow begins the arc.