Awakening with two legendary Summons-Chapter 167: Summons world; Berserk

It was morning again, but this time it was different—eerily different—for both Kairos and the massive deviant that ruled the pit.

Kairos, who had spent the night tucked tightly behind a jagged rock, stirred awake as a familiar yet unsettling sound pierced the cold stillness. A senile, guttural roar—one drenched in ancient fury—echoed across the jagged walls of the cave. The roar belonged to the Deviant, and something about it felt... off. As if the hatred behind its voice had evolved, maturing into a deeper, more focused wrath.

Kairos blinked slowly, adjusting to the gray light filtering in from above, only to witness the colossal scorpion-like beast lurch out from the pit. It stormed into the outer wilds beyond the cavern, its heavy limbs cracking the earth beneath it with each step. The tremors it left in its wake vibrated through the stone beneath Kairos’ body, but he dared not move. He just watched. Waited.

Then, within moments that felt far too short, the beast returned—far earlier than it usually did—with something clutched tightly in its maw. A large, freshly slain creature—some alien beast Kairos couldn’t name—was dropped carelessly into the pit like discarded meat. The Deviant didn’t stop to eat. It didn’t even examine its prize.

Instead, it turned and exited the pit again, disappearing once more into the void beyond.

Kairos narrowed his eyes, his face tightening into a frown.

’That’s strange... really strange,’ he thought. ’It never brings food back here. Never.’

Normally, the massive predator devoured its prey wherever it caught it, feasting on blood-wet bones under the stars. This act—this bizarre, calculated offering—it unsettled him.

’Looks like someone’s mad,’ he mused, breathing in deeply.

Turning away from the walls, Kairos returned to the small space he had behind his rock. He knelt by his makeshift stone-crafted stove, which he had painstakingly assembled again from flat rocks and heated coals. It was primitive, but it worked—just barely.

He pulled out the last portion of the strange goo he had stored in his gauntlet glove, peering into the cracked container with unease.

’I hope it hasn’t gone bad,’ he thought grimly, ’and more importantly, I hope that damn scorpion doesn’t come back any time soon.’

He poured the goo out onto the flat rock, spreading it evenly so it would cook faster. This time, he used up everything. There was no room for hesitation, not after the fire accident from the previous day. No second chances.

As the goo began to bubble and harden like egg whites, Kairos yawned, feeling his body creak and crack in response. His muscles screamed with stiffness, and the dull ache of healing wounds pulsed with every breath. Yet, in the pain, there was also relief.

Most of the cuts on his body had closed significantly, and though his bones were still bruised, they no longer stabbed him with pain at every shift.

’Soon... soon I’ll have the strength to get out of here,’ he told himself, eyes distant. ’To leave this cave... leave that thing behind and find a way out of this deathland.’

His thoughts drifted then, unbidden, toward the others. Darnell. Kaela. Carlos.

’They must’ve been luckier... probably ended up near an oasis or something,’ he grunted, jaw tightening. The bitterness of isolation weighed down on him.

Snapping out of the thought, he leaned forward and peeled the stiffening white off the rock with his bare hand. Ignoring the pain, he tore off a large half, the heat scorching his fingers. Without delay, he stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with an urgency that defied manners.

There was no room for etiquette in survival.

He chewed until his cheeks bulged and swallowed hard. A warm, satisfying wave passed through him as the food settled in his stomach. With a hopeful breath, he crammed the rest of the cooked portion into his mouth.

Then—

{Ding!}

{Seen by no Beast – Skill has failed to work}

Kairos froze.

His eyes widened. The familiar sound of the system’s notification sent ice straight through his veins. His heartbeat skipped.

’No... no, no, no,’ he thought, panic erupting inside his chest. He didn’t need anyone—anything—to tell him what it meant.

Without hesitation, Kairos activated the Eye of Clairvoyance, his vision shifting unnaturally as the world turned sharp and blue-hued.

And there—he saw it.

High on the cave wall, just at the edge of darkness, loomed the silhouette of the Deviant. Its monstrous form hugged the stone like a shadow given flesh, its black, soulless eyes locked directly onto him.

The Dark Venom of Hope.

And then it clicked. His eyes dropped to the stone in front of him, to the still-warm remnants of the cooked goo.

It wasn’t just goo.

It was one of the beast’s eggs.

He had eaten its child.

’There’s no better act than being caught red-handed,’ he thought grimly, sweat breaking down his spine.

The Deviant’s stinger twitched once, then shot forward like a bolt of black lightning. It sliced through the air toward him, sharp enough to split the rock in two.

But Kairos moved. He vanished in a blink, swapping places with a nearby object.

The stinger pierced it instantly. The skin exploded with a wet pop, sending greasy water splattering across the cavern floor.

Kairos stood a few feet away, gasping as he realized he’d been holding his breath the entire time.

He exhaled hard.

Then stood up.

The pain in his joints screamed for rest, but he ignored it.

’With what I just did... my fate is sealed.’

Back at the pit, the colossal Deviant scuttled down the cave wall with venomous rage radiating from its form. Its black carapace glistened as it tore across the floor, eyes burning with fury.

It neared the rock where Kairos had been moments before—and there it saw it. One of its eggs.

Shattered.

Split into two dripping halves. Oozing with translucent liquid and cracked from the heat of Kairos’ cookfire.

It had destroyed its own egg in the frenzy of pursuit.

Even for a beast that lacked true sentience, the act of killing its unborn child ignited something darker. Something unholy.

The scorpion beast shook violently. Its massive stinger plunged into the walls, again and again, as if trying to kill the stone itself. Its pincers clamped shut with ear-splitting snaps. From its maw came a guttural, blood-curdling shriek—a sound so filled with despair and rage it echoed like thunder across the walls.

It had gone completely berserk.

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