SSS-Ranked Summoner: Only I Summon All Heroes And Heroines Of Legend-Chapter 38: Progress To Power (Mini Timeskip Part 1)

Three months.

That’s how long they trained in Master Oz’s pocket domain.

Or rather, that’s how long it felt. Time moved strangely in that space, that was a thing about alternate planes. And here, hours stretched into days, days compressed into moments. The outside world continued at its normal pace, but inside the bounded fields, they lived and breathed nothing but improvement.

And they suffered for it.

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Altair’s Progress

Altair sat cross-legged in his bounded field, surrounded by floating books.

Dozens of them hung in the air around him, pages turning on their own as if guided by invisible hands. His eyes darted from one to another, absorbing information at a pace that would have seemed impossible three months ago.

Fundamentals of Mana Circulation.

Advanced Summoning Theory.

Planar Mechanics and Dimensional Anchoring.

Combat Applications of Elemental Magic.

The knowledge poured into him like water filling a vessel. But it wasn’t passive reading—Master Oz had made sure of that.

"Understanding theory means nothing if you cannot apply it," Oz had told him during their first session. "You will read. You will practice, mastery must be attained before moving forward."

So Altair read about mana flow patterns, then spent hours circulating his own energy according to the prescribed methods. He studied summoning contract structures, then meditated with the Codex open, feeling how his bonds with Delilah, Heracles, Arthur, and Musashi actually worked on a mechanical level.

The ring Oz had given him—one of five that had decorated the carved stone fist in the underground chamber—sat on his right index finger. It was simple, black metal inscribed with faint runes that glowed whenever he channeled mana through it.

"A focus tool," Oz had explained. "It won’t make you stronger, but it will help you channel your magic more precisely. Especially useful for a summoner attempting to cast spells outside their natural affinity."

And cast spells he did.

Summoners weren’t known for their personal magic. Their power came from their contracts, their bonds, their ability to call forth entities stronger than themselves. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t learn other magic—it was just harder, less intuitive.

But Altair pushed through this limitation.

He learned to conjure flame in his palm—small at first, barely enough to light a candle. Then larger. Hot enough to sear stone.

He learned to pull moisture from the air, condensing it into water he could shape and control.

He learned basic barrier spells, defensive wards that could deflect low-level attacks.

Nothing flashy, they were not on the level of what his summons could do.

But it was his magic, not dependent on anyone else. And with this, he could fight side by side with his heroes. He wasn’t going to be the weakness, that bit was clear.

The system tracked his progress obsessively.

DING.

[Daily Task Completed: Study Codex Entry - 90 consecutive days]

[Daily Task Completed: Mana Circulation Practice - 90 consecutive days]

[Daily Task Completed: Physical Conditioning - 90 consecutive days]

[Achievement Unlocked: Disciplined Cultivation]

[Permanent Bonus: +15% efficiency to all mana-related activities]

[Mana Capacity Increased]

[New Skills Acquired: Basic Fire Manipulation, Basic Water Manipulation, Basic Barrier Construction]

[Level Up! Level Up! Level Up!]

[Current Level: B+]

Altair stared at the notifications in quiet satisfaction.

He was now a B+ Rank Summoner. who like a caster, possessed usable magic at his fingertips.

He’d become exactly what Oz said he needed to be: a complete summoner. Not just someone who called on legends, but someone who could hold his own even without them.

"You’ve progressed well," Oz said during one of their final sessions together. "The Codex chose you for a reason, Altair. Not because you were strong, but because you were capable of becoming something different."

He gestured at the books still floating around them.

"Don’t stop here Altair. Keep learning and refining your skill. The more you understand about magic as a whole, the more effectively you’ll be able to wield the legends in your Codex."

Altair nodded. "I will."

"Good." Oz clasped his hands behind his back. "Next, your progress shall be put to a real test."

"I’m READY" Altair said with excitement written all over his face.

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Ryka’s Progress

"Tharok’vel."

The word left Ryka’s mouth, and the air around her shivered.

Not metaphorically, literally, reality itself seemed to ripple at the sound, responding to the command woven into the syllables.

She exhaled slowly, her throat coarse from hours of practice.

The Ancient Draconic Tongue was not meant for human mouths. Every word felt like trying to swallow glass and speak lightning at the same time. The sounds were harsh, and primal— like they were designed for vocal cords that didn’t exist in human anatomy.

But Ryka hadn’t given up, through struggle and strain, she had learnt it.

Through weeks on weeks, and syllable by syllable, she forced her body to adapt.

The tome Master Oz had given her, the history of the Drakenheart bloodline and their bond with dragons had become her constant companion. She’d read it cover to cover three times, memorizing not just the words but the intent behind them.

Draconic wasn’t just a language. It was a command structure for nature itself.

When spoken correctly, it didn’t describe the world, it shaped it.

"Zyr’thalan," she said, and flames erupted in her palm without a single spell circle.

Master Oz, standing at the edge of her bounded field, nodded approvingly. "Good. Your pronunciation has improved significantly."

He stepped calmly toward her. " How many words can you speak fluently?"

Ryka let the flames die out, flexing her fingers. "How many words can I speak fluently now?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Let’s see. Uhmmm, fifteen core phrases, twenty-three individual words. Enough to communicate basic commands and intent to a draconic entity, right?."

Oz stepped closer.

"You’re progressing well. But remember, language alone won’t trigger the evolution."

"Yes Sir, I’m working on that" Ryka said politely.

She’d read that section of the tome a dozen times. The evolution from wyvern to dragon wasn’t just a matter of knowing the creature’s true name or speaking its language. It required a unique partnership. Grown from true, mutual respect between rider and mount, in some cases it even required stronger shared emotions.

And that had been the hardest part.

Rhegalyion was proud, territorial, and aggressive by nature. For weeks, Ryka had struggled to maintain control during intense training sessions. The wyvern would obey her commands, but there was always an extent to how much it would take. There was always a sense that it was tolerating her rather than working with her.

Master Oz had taught her meditation techniques—methods to synchronize her consciousness with Rhegalyion’s. To see the world through its eyes. Which would aid her in understanding its instincts rather than simply trying to override them.

"Dragons don’t just serve," Oz had explained. "They choose first. If you want true partnership, you must earn it. Not through dominance, but through respect."

So Ryka had sat in her for hours each day, her mind linked with Rhegalyion’s, experiencing the world through his complex senses.

The process was overwhelming at first. She experienced everything, the hunger, the territorial rage, it’s deep, ancient pride that came from being a creature of the skies.

But as time passed, something shifted. The process had become less of a burden, Rhegalyion had began to understand her as well.

It stopped resisting her commands. Not because it was forced to obey, but because it wanted to.

Now, when she called, Rhegalyion came without hesitation. When she rode, they moved as one entity, perfectly synchronized.

But the final step—the evolution itself, remained elusive.

"The transformation will come when you’re both ready," Oz told her. "It would require a moment. Do not push too hard, or you’ll only damage the bond you’ve built. Be patient, but vigilant."

Ryka clenched her fists, frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior.

She’d done everything right. Read every page of that damn tome.

But the answer of how to trigger the evolution wasn’t written anywhere.

"You’ll figure it out," Oz said, as if reading her thoughts. "When the moment comes, you’ll know what to do."

Ryka nodded, forcing herself to accept it.

She wasn’t done growing yet.

None of them were.