Game World's Awakening-Chapter 11: First Energy Summon (2)

Although he was exhausted, a smile crept onto his face as he saw the thing before his eyes.

A strange beast—similar to a two-legged rat—stood before him, its body fully formed as the beast's body was slowly consumed away. It measured exactly 1 meter and 15 centimeters tall. Everything was right: the peculiar legs, powerful claws, and the...

"Huh? Is an ear missing?"

Elliot's excitement turned to disbelief when he realized that his very first summon was indeed missing an ear.

Thinking back to the summoning process, realization dawned on him.

"Ah..."

He had forgotten to create that ear. Right when he was at that spot, his focus subconsciously turned to the wound he had got from the earlier battle.

Letting out a sigh, he was about to dwell on his mistake when a stats window appeared.

[Normal summoning: Two-Legged Rat]

| Strength: 10 [+]

| Resistance: 0 [+]

| Agility: 10 [+]

| Sense: 0 [+]

[It's a bit of a silly summon, but it understands your commands. Try not to be too harsh with it—it can't hear you properly and will think you want it to attack recklessly.]

'...'

At first, he was pleased to see that the corresponding points had indeed been assigned correctly. But as he read the final comment, a wave of guilt washed over him.

Maybe the creature was stupid because it lacked the attribute of Sense or because it came from a naturally stupid beast. Either way, it was entirely his fault that it couldn't listen properly.

Who forgets to even make an ear for their drawing?

'I really need to learn how to draw.'

Shaking off the thought, he turned to invocation and spoke to it.

"Attack that rock over there with all your might." He pointed at the rock he was referring to and made sure to speak loudly to avoid any misunderstandings.

The rat stared at him for a brief moment, confusion flickering in its beady eyes. Then, it turned towards the indicated target and finally understood.

Without any more faces or gestures, it gathered powers in its claws and struck the rock with force.

A deafening BOOM shook the cave as the rock shattered into countless fragments, while the sound echoed.

'Powerful.'

Elliot grinned as he got to his feet, his eyes gleaming with newfound excitement.

He then ordered the beast to stroke the walls repeatedly and observed its movements.

With each blow, the cave seemed to tremble.

'It has a lot of power and is as fast as those beasts... Looks like it was an excellent idea to summon it.'

An invoker would always have a slight edge over their opponents, which could grow into a much more significant advantage if the strength of their invocation was high enough.

Until now, he hadn't given much thought to the potential of his class. But now, he realized something—if he followed the summoning rules precisely, he would always have an advantage over his enemies. This was better since it could help in bringing his strength to an acceptable point.

Besides, what if, for some reason, instead of using points gradually, he tried to save 100 stat points and poured them all at once into a single summon?

Wouldn't that allow him to create something with an absurd 500-stat point summons from the very start?

Something that powerful would be enough to dominate the entire Arce Kingdom.

Of course, he doubted it would be that 'simple.'

Leaving aside the difficulty of gathering 100 stat points, which in itself was an immense challenge. And even if he somehow managed to, there was still the issue of whether he would be able to create such a powerful summon at his current level.

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Although the idea was tempting, for now, it remained just that—a fleeting thought that he quickly ignored.

He then checked his invocation a few more times, happily looking at his creation, and ran a few more tests, marveling at his handiwork. He also noticed that he could still add more points if he wanted, but he obviously decided against it.

After a while, he got bored of looking at it and put the summon away.

To put it away, he simply had to think about it entering him, as his invocations were nothing more than a part of his own energy. This was something that he felt was very convenient.

After nodding in approval at this very good and convenient class, he looked at the system and verified his remaining stat points.

Right now, his stats were:

-4 points in Strength

-2 in Agility

-2 in Resistance

-2 in Sense.

Without thinking twice, he pressed the button and assigned them all to his stats.

The moment he did, his body began to feel light and powerful.

At the same time, his flesh seemed to tense a little as their resistance increased. This shift in resistance, although he had felt it before, was still exciting. He couldn't get tired of feeling it.

Finally came the mental shift.

A soothing sensation washed over him like a mother's embrace—warm and gentle yet overwhelming. It melted away all his exhaustion, helping him recover much faster. It was as if his mother was giving him some kind of incredibly fast, warm, and pleasant massage, forcing him to close his eyes to enjoy the moment.

When he opened his eyes, a faint glow radiated from them, with some energy subtly swirling within them.

Then he turned to look at his stats.

[ Statistics: ]

| Strength: 16

| Resistance: 12

| Agility: 11

| Sense: 7

The smile on his face grew even brighter when he saw them.

'Your time is coming, John Clark... Clark family.'

That smile of happiness gradually twisted into something darker—a sinister grin filled with the thirst for revenge. The long-awaited moment was drawing near.

But it wasn't time yet.

'I'm strong enough now to take on that E-Rank dungeon. I think it's time to go. Let's see what that strange mirror was all about.'

He then cast one last glance at the cave before leaving.

The dense forest surrounding it could easily disorient anyone who was unfamiliar with the terrain or didn't have a map. Besides, somehow, he instinctively knew that he was in the south of the dungeon just from a casual glance of his surroundings; it was as if a map had been imprinted in his consciousness.

With that, he turned and started walking away from the cave—only to suddenly find himself forced to jump back as sharp projectiles sliced through the air.

"A beast?" The thought initially crossed his mind, but after a few more blades fell in front of him, he realized that it wasn't beasts he was facing.

Assassins.

As he looked at the trees above, he saw several figures leaping through the branches, surrounding him from both the front and rear.

"They have no attribute energy... they're killers."

Noticing a flash of movement behind him, he sidestepped just in time, narrowly avoiding a swift incoming strike. Although the attack was from just an ordinary human, it was fast, far quicker than expected.

Elliot's gaze dropped to the black blade he was carrying, its edge glistening with a sickly yellow he.

Yellow snake venom.

If that guy managed to cut or pierce that blade in him, Elliot would be dead for sure.

This attack revealed the identity.

'I see... they are the Clark family assassins.'

A wicked grin spread across Elliot's face.

The Clark Family was one of the few people in Loen City who were known to employ Yellow Snakes.

"Perfect," he murmured, his eyes gleaming. "Come and die, you damned traitors."

However, he had to be careful since he still didn't have enough power to resist the yellow snake venom for long.

No matter. He had his strength as an advantage, and he wasn't going to waste it.

So, as the assassin lunged again, Elliot dodged and used the momentum to drive a brutal kick in the man's skull.

The impact from his strike shattered the man's skull, crashing his head in a single blow.

That was obvious. The difference between him and a normal person was absolute.

But as he pulled his leg back, it was slick with blood and fragments of brain matter. Seeing this, a wave of disgust filled his heart, and he felt a sudden urge to throw up.

For a brief moment, he felt sick.

But he quickly accepted everything that came his way with force and widened his eyes as his anger took hold.

'They're just beasts... worse than the rats I killed earlier. Why should I feel anything for them?' he asked himself as anger burned his heart.

The faces of his mother and sister flashed before his eyes, intensifying his anger by several notches.

All the disgust and unease he had felt a few seconds ago was now transformed into an intense hatred for the people before him.

All the hesitation he had was gone.