SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts

Damien’s feet slammed into the earth like a warhammer crashing from the heavens.

His staff hit first—glowing red from condensed mana, streaking down like a divine execution.

The demon twisted at the last moment.

It didn’t dodge—it blocked.

Both arms raised in an unnatural, bone-breaking angle to intercept.

Boooooooom!!

The force cracked the field in a perfect ring, the shockwave rippling outward like water across shattered stone.

Dust exploded. Essence flared red and silver and black.

Arielle shielded her face. Aquila tensed, wings half-spread in instinctive defense.

And then—silence…

Damien stood, shoulders rising with each breath, staff embedded deep in the demon’s forearms. The creature’s arms had split open, bent backward in impossible directions, and black ichor ran down its sides in thick rivers.

But it still lived.

Barely.

Its eyes flickered, essence sputtering across its skin like an unstable spell matrix. It hissed, laying flat on the ground, arms twitching like a broken puppet.

Damien exhaled.

“Persistent little bastard.”

He turned toward the northern ridge just in time to see the commander fall to one knee.

His beast lay motionless beside him, twitching but alive. The first demon—far more brutal and unrefined—still stalked nearby, its pace slow but hungry.

The commander had one hand pressed to his abdomen, blood pouring between his fingers, lips tight from trying not to scream.

“What the hell happened!?” Damien roared, anger flaring again. “I told you to hold it!”

The commander looked up, eyes bloodshot. “I did.”

“You call that—!”

Damien froze mid-shout.

His eyes scanned the battlefield, then the man’s state—his torn robes, fractured shoulder, the massive gash on his thigh now congealing in clots of dried red and black.

He’d done everything he could.

Damien’s jaw clenched.

He turned, barked a command toward the backline.

“You—healers! Get your asses up here, now!”

Two figures—robed, pale, young—rushed forward with packs of potions and glowing scrolls. Damien pointed.

“Prioritize the commander. He’s the reason any of this ridge is still intact. Make sure he doesn’t die.”

One nodded frantically, sliding to her knees and beginning a healing chant.

The other moved to the beast.

Damien turned back toward the second demon—

And froze.

A low, sickening hum filled the air.

Both demons—one on the floor, one dragging a blade-arm toward the the other—began to shake.

Essence bled from them in tendrils—black, red, gray.

The very ground around them cracked.

Arielle gasped. “They’re… they’re not retreating—”

“They’re—” Aquila whispered, stepping forward. “—merging.”

Woooooong…

A sharp pulse of demonic energy exploded from their bodies.

Stone split.

Grass withered.

And their forms… collapsed inward.

Like melting wax, muscle and bone and magic folded into each other. Limbs snapped and re-formed, armor fused and cracked, and mouths screamed in unison before vanishing.

One body devoured the other.

Then that body compressed.

The light from the merging flashed twice—like blinking suns—before dimming.

When the dust cleared, what remained was…

Smaller.

Lean. Upright.

Terrifying.

The creature looked human at first glance. Six feet tall, slim-built, with skin the color of aged bone and veins that pulsed black and red. A long coat-like appendage hung from its shoulders, made from fused flesh and woven with tendrils of essence.

Its head was half-covered by bone plating—like a mask—with only one eye exposed, burning deep orange with magic circles swirling within.

Its arms ended in fingers too long, each tipped with a translucent blade.

It said nothing.

It breathed—and the wind stopped around it.

“Damien…” Arielle whispered.

“I see it,” he muttered.

He raised his staff again.

The creature looked at him—then tilted its head.

The gesture was eerily familiar.

Mocking.

The system flickered to life beside Damien’s vision.

[Demonic Signature Recognized – Fusion]

[Rank: Demon Captain]

[Grade: 3+]

[Condition: Wounded (63%)]

[Threat Level: Serious]

[Note: Target’s merged form is unstable. Strategic aggression advised.]

Damien smiled coldly. The system’s notification had changed and this time, it displayed the condition and threat level of the demon.

This was also the first time Damien had seen a demon with a rank and it was ranked a captain. “A captain, huh?”

He cracked his neck. “I was hoping you’d give me a reason to stop holding back.”

The demon raised its hand.

No spell circle. No chant.

Just a snap of its fingers.

The air behind Damien ignited.

He twisted instantly, staff sweeping low.

Boom!

An explosion detonated right where he’d been standing.

The shockwave knocked Arielle backward but Aquila caught her mid-fall before anymore damage was added to her current state.

Damien skidded through the dirt but landed on both feet.

“You’re smarter,” he muttered. “But you’re still bleeding.”

He could see it—thin trails of essence leaking from the joints of its new body. Even as it stood tall, a faint tremor pulsed beneath its left leg.

Injury.

Weak points.

He memorized them.

The fused demon didn’t charge.

It simply vanished.

“Dodge!” Damien barked.

He ducked and twisted just in time to avoid a crescent blade that slashed through a boulder behind him like butter.

The monster reappeared ten feet to the right, turning slowly.

Its hand spun in a full circle.

Death Slice.

A beam of grey essence fired from its fingers.

Damien slammed his staff into the ground and activated a defense.

“Wind Vortex Guard!”

A spinning magic shield wrapped around him.

Boom!

The beam struck—and rebounded, but the sheer power still dragged Damien backward.

His boots tore through the dirt.

[Stamina -11]

He countered.

“Light Steps.”

He reappeared behind it, sweeping low.

The monster twisted with impossible speed, raising its arm just in time.

Clang!

Their weapons clashed—metal on blade-bone.

Clang!!

The sound was too loud to the ears. The light too bright for the eyes.

And for a second—just one—

It looked like Damien smiled.

“Now you bleed.”

His next combo was fast—brutal.

Left hook to the ribs. Backhand staff to the jaw. Dropkick to the spine.

The monster stumbled forward—spitting black ichor.

He didn’t give it time to recover.

“Pulse Chain—Bind.”

Six light-chains burst from the ground and latched onto its limbs.

The demon shrieked.

“Flash Dive.”

Damien soared into the air, ignited his staff with compressed flame essence—

And descended with lethal speed.

Fwooooooshhh!!

[Kill Count: 3,187 / 5,000]

[System Skills Active: Chain Breaker (18s), Flash Step (Cooldown: 7s), Pulse Bind (Remaining Hold: 3s)]

The sky above trembled as Damien descended like a thunderbolt—his staff trailing compressed fire essence, spiraling with wind and pressure and rage.

The Fused Demon shrieked beneath him, still bound in six chains of light. It twisted, snarling and thrashing but the chains held.

Damien’s roar matched the storm above.

“Back to hell or wherever you came from.”

He slammed the staff downward like a judgment from the heavens.

Boooooooooom!!!

The explosion was cataclysmic.

A red-orange pillar of fire swallowed the demon completely, expanding outward in a dome that vaporized nearby debris, shattered the stone platform beneath, and kicked up a column of dust visible across the entire northern quadrant.

Even Skylar circled higher to avoid the firestorm.

Arielle raised an arm against the blast wave, hair blown backward by the heat.

The battlefield went silent.

Then—crackling embers.

Damien stood in the center, breathing hard, one knee lowered, staff planted in the scorched earth.

In front of him, a crater was visible for all to see. All those that could see.

Within it was the fused demon.

Or what remained of it.

Its arms were gone from the elbow down. Its left leg hung by a shredded tendon. Half its jaw had melted.

It still… moved.

Twitched.

Laughed or at least sounded like it was laughing.

A bubbling, gurgling noise like glass being crushed underwater.

It raised its one remaining eye.

And it began to glow.

Damien’s head snapped up.

“No.”

The eye widened.

Its chest cracked open.

A swirling sphere of corrupted essence began to form, spinning fast—spirals of red, black, and purple light.

A last-ditch suicide burst.

A mana detonation—one large enough to take everything within a fifty-meter radius with it.

Arielle screamed from the ridge, “Damien—!!”

Damien’s eyes narrowed.

No hesitation.

No panic.

He stepped forward, raised his hand, and barked a final command:

“Summon Luton!”

A red pulse flashed from far behind.

From the distant battlefront, the slime stirred.

Its body stretched unnaturally. A soundless ripple split the space above Damien in the form of a blue portal.

And Luton appeared, arriving through the universal summon-space like molten jelly with wings.

It didn’t wait for orders.

It knew.

It expanded.

Engulfed the demon’s upper body—

And sealed the detonation in a vacuum of translucent red gel.

The blast triggered inside Luton.

A second later, the slime’s body shuddered—its surface cracking with black lightning—

But it held.

When the flare dimmed, Luton let go.

And dropped the husk.

The fused demon’s core sputtered.

Then died.

The eye dimmed to gray.

Thud!

The body collapsed, finally still.

[Kill Confirmed – Grade 3+ Abnormality]

[Kill Count: 3,188 / 5,000]

[System Notification]

[Fused Entity Neutralized]

[Reward: +400 Kill Count]

[Total Kill Count: 3,588 / 5,000]

Silence.

Real silence.

For a long breath.

Damien straightened slowly.

A long gash ran across his left arm. His ribs throbbed. His knees felt weak.

But he was upright.

A gust of wind stirred the battlefield.

The flames died.

Arielle was already running.

She stumbled once, caught herself, and reached the crater’s edge just as Damien sat down hard beside the monster’s corpse.

“You’re… insane,” she whispered, falling to her knees beside him.

He gave her a tired look. “That took longer than I expected.”

“You think?”

She swatted his shoulder. He winced. “Ow.”

“Then don’t scare me like that again.”

“I’ll consider it,” he muttered. “Luton, finish your meal.”

The Stellar Slime didn’t hesitate to devour what was left of the demon.

A few minutes later, the commander approached.

One arm in a sling. His face pale.

His beast followed behind, limping but alive.

He stopped five feet away and gave Damien a long look.

Then—bowed slightly.

“I’m not too proud to admit it,” he said. “You saved the entire north front.”

Damien raised an eyebrow. “You held your own.”

The man smirked faintly. “I stalled a monster. You ended one. Two in one of I may say.”

From the rear, mercenaries began to emerge. Some limped. Some stared. A few dropped to their knees where they stood, just grateful to be alive.

Skylar landed nearby, letting out a final screech that echoed across Greshan’s bloodied fields.

The battle, for now… was done.

Arielle leaned her head against Damien’s shoulder.

“Thanks for coming,” she said quietly.

He said nothing.

But she felt the corner of his mouth curve upward.

Just a little.

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