Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons-Chapter 591: Revenge [2]

Arthur looked at the president coldly, his spatial senses mapping every person present in the void—guards, staff members, the President’s wife, and most importantly, his two young children huddled behind their mother with tear-streaked faces.

Whilst the President wasn’t the person Arthur had direct contact with during his captivity and manipulation, he had still accepted the military’s strategy near the end. Never backing down from antagonising Arthur, and trying to get rid of him.

That made him complicit. That made him responsible.

But Arthur’s eyes lingered on the children—a boy perhaps eight years old, a girl no more than six. They clung to their mother, terrified by the sudden darkness and violence surrounding them.

They don’t deserve to see this, Arthur thought with a grim expression. Whatever sins their father committed, they’re innocent.

Arthur raised his hand, and immediately, hundreds of summoned beasts responded to his will. Wolves, bears, demons—they formed a living barrier between Arthur and the President’s family, creating a wall of fur, scales, and flesh that completely obscured sight lines.

The children couldn’t see through. The wife couldn’t witness what came next.

The President understood immediately what Arthur was doing, and something like gratitude flickered across his features despite the terror.

Arthur closed the distance between them with a single spatial step, appearing directly before the President. His hand shot out with supernatural speed, gripping the man’s throat—not to strangle, just to hold him in place.

"You should’ve made better choices," Arthur said quietly, his voice carrying cold finality. "I will spare you a lifetime of agony. And I will spare your children a lifetime of trauma from witnessing their father’s execution. I will grant you something that my sister and I didn’t have the luxury of receiving."

The President’s eyes widened with understanding—Arthur was offering mercy. A quick death instead of prolonged torture. Shielding his children from witnessing their father’s murder.

Tears began flowing down the President’s face, his voice coming out hoarse beneath Arthur’s grip. "Thank you. God... thank you. I know I don’t deserve it, but thank you for sparing them that."

His tears fell freely now, mixing regret, relief, and acceptance of his fate. "Tell them... tell them I loved them. That everything I did, I thought I was protecting the country. That I’m sorry."

Arthur’s expression didn’t soften. "I don’t need to. You can tell them that yourself."

Then Arthur activated his Space talent, focusing on the President’s cardiovascular system. He manipulated the spatial fabric inside the man’s chest cavity, creating a localized distortion that compressed and expanded simultaneously.

The President’s heart simply... exploded, killing him instantly.

[You have killed...]

The President’s eyes went blank as life fled, his body going limp in Arthur’s grip.

Arthur released him, letting the corpse float in the void. He reached for his Primordial Summoner talent, preparing to resurrect the President as his contracted servant.

But something unexpected happened.

Arthur’s eyes widened in shock as no dark portal appeared. The usual summoning ritual—the tear in reality, the emergence of resurrected form—didn’t manifest.

Instead, the President’s corpse simply dissolved into light particles that flowed directly into Arthur’s consciousness. When the light reformed, the President stood before him looking exactly the same—alive, aware, but with eyes that carried absolute loyalty rather than independent will.

The transformation had been instantaneous and seamless, bypassing the normal summoning process entirely.

Domain effect, Arthur realised with growing understanding. Within Origin Sanctuary, my summoning abilities operate differently, much more efficiently.

The President—now Arthur’s summon—awaited commands with the patient attention of a loyal servant.

"Sir," the summoned President said, his voice identical to what it had been in life. "What are your orders?"

Arthur didn’t want to mindlessly kill every complicit official. Didn’t want to become President himself and deal with bureaucratic nonsense. Didn’t want to manage the tedious details of governmental restructuring. Those were low-level issues, hassles he couldn’t be bothered attempting.

But having the President as his puppet? That solved everything elegantly.

"You’re going to gather everyone responsible," Arthur commanded. "James and his team. All the powerful awakeners. Donald, Director Hawthorne, from the facility where I was held. Every S-Class and high A-Class awakener...I want them all in one location."

The summoned President nodded with perfect obedience. "Understood, master. I’ll arrange an emergency meeting at the White House under the pretence of strategic importance. They’ll come."

"Good," Arthur said coldly. "Once they’re gathered, I’ll deal with everything simultaneously. Efficient, clean, final."

He gestured, and the barrier of beasts dissolved. The President’s wife and children could see again—and gasped with shock and relief.

Everyone returned back from the void they were in. The guards were unconscious, the president was replaced, and the president’s family was left alive.

"DAD!" the young boy screamed, launching himself forward.

"DADDY!" the girl followed, both children rushing to embrace their father, who they’d feared was dead.

The summoned President caught them smoothly, his response perfectly mimicking paternal affection. To the children, their father had simply survived whatever terrible thing had happened in the darkness.

"I’m okay, I’m okay," the President soothed, hugging his children while his wife approached with tears of relief.

"Everything’s fine now. That man...helped us. Made sure we were safe."

The wife’s expression carried confusion and gratitude mixed with lingering terror, but she pulled her family close, grateful they’d survived.

Charlotte looked at Arthur with an expression mixing approval and sadness.

"Well done, you didn’t stoop low enough to traumatise young children. Each soul should reap what it sows, but the children don’t deserve to be put in that situation. Their father’s sins aren’t theirs to bear."

Arthur nodded, accepting his sister’s words. "I remember what it felt like losing our parents. I won’t inflict that deliberately on innocent kids."

The summoned President extracted himself from his family’s embrace with practised political grace. "I need to handle some urgent matters. National security issues that require immediate attention."

His wife nodded with understanding born of years as a political spouse. "Of course. We’ll wait for you."

The President moved to a corner of the domain space, pulling out his phone and began making calls.