SSS Ranked Awakening: Starting With My Limitless Cosmic Shadow System-Chapter 130: War

Staring at the endless skies surrounding him, Amon finally realised what had happened!

Most likely, Helena had left with the old granny the previous night.

Based on his understanding of the old granny, he knew she wouldn't do such a thing.

However, Helena, who always seemed mysterious to him, definitely could!

At this thought, Amon's heart immediately filled with anger.

"Helena!" Amon called her name like a whisper.

He reined in his thoughts about her.

Now wasn't the time to think too deeply about why she would do that.

Over the past ten years, the only thing that had happened differently was that they had been attacked.

So he had a faint guess in his heart that it was the reason for her abrupt departure.

Still, having spent ten years together, they should have had some kind of relationship as friends, so her leaving him to sort out the danger on his own seemed heartless.

'Unless she's trying to hide something and benefit all by herself.' Amon's eyes flashed as he recalled the golden coin from before.

'Perhaps, that's what she's after. Wherever the old lady's friend is!'

Widening his eyes in realisation, Amon paced for a bit before a thought crept into his mind.

Without hesitation, he put it into action, and images began to form in his mind. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

[Detected a normal, golden teras coin. Do you wish to proceed with creation?]

[Please note that there is a unique aura in this creation, making it cost 5000 creation points.]

'5000?' Amon's heart skipped a beat in shock.

That was too exaggerated!

After his battle with the star beasts in the Behemoth Tower and the kill from the previous night, that was almost all the creation points he had!

[Creation points: 5434.]

Amon was saving it up for something big, but he felt that if he didn't take advantage of this opportunity to leave this place, he would remain trapped.

He took light steps around the clouds, many thoughts surging into his mind like a tide.

'Damnation!' Amon cursed and, with a lot of grievance and bitterness in his heart, chose to create the golden coin.

Immediately, a bright glow surfaced, and an object appeared in Amon's hand.

It felt a little cool and warm at the same time, the temperatures intersecting in his palm.

Holding it, Amon took a closer look and realised there was no difference between it and the coin the old lady had given him.

Suddenly, a dumbfounded look appeared on Amon's face as he realised something.

'Wait… did I just use my… gift?'

He looked back at the golden coin in a daze, bewildered.

When he arrived here, he thought he had no access to his gift or primordial path.

But that… didn't seem to be the case.

Amon sensed internally, following the route of the connection to his powers he could feel by being a 'sinner'.

The connection dragged him into a world of milky white lights.

Feeling incredulous, Amon noticed his cores neatly gathered; however, there was a form of restriction on them.

Still, one of them didn't seem to have any restriction.

Taking a closer look at it, Amon noticed a snow-white figure pacing about, bending down and licking its paws, then sticking its tongue out and casually passing time with a bored expression on its face.

'The primordial dragon!?' Amon's eyes widened once more.

And a guess surfaced in his heart.

Perhaps due to the primordial dragon, his gift wasn't restricted, and the same applied to the primordial core where the dragon resided.

Although he was shocked by the situation, Amon didn't hesitate to call Aegon out.

'Aegon… I need your help…'

The moment he heard a voice in his head, Aegon's cat ears perked up.

Glancing around, it followed the connection it had with Amon, and the next instant, it appeared back in the real world.

'Dad? What happened?' the little cat called out in its childlike voice.

Sighing in relief, Amon noticed that a core had appeared in his abdomen.

Although it was a single core, it was enough for him to use a few battle arts and even his other gifts.

With a small smile on his face, he turned to Aegon.

"You said you can transform into any animal, right?"

The little cat nodded its head, its eyes filled with excitement.

"Can you change to your real form?"

'My real form?' Aegon's voice was filled with confusion.

Rubbing his chin slightly, Amon thoughtfully replied, "Change and become a dragon."

Aegon's eyes lit up instantly as an image burned into his mind.

His eyes were immediately filled with excitement, and without hesitation, he walked to the edge of the cliff…

As he reached it, he increased his pace, and before Amon could realise what the little guy was trying to do, he jumped off.

"Aegon!!" Amon shouted and rushed to the edge of the cliff, but a gust of wind blew him back, causing him to stagger a little.

A low rumble like thunder resounded, and Amon noticed a pitch-black creature materialising.

His eyes widened as he stared at the creature in front of him.

The little cat had changed drastically and wasn't so little anymore.

Instead…

'The primordial dragon??' Amon exclaimed in his heart, noticing that the dragon didn't seem much different from the primordial dragon.

There were only a few major differences.

For instance, Aegon wasn't as large as the universe like the primordial dragon. Instead, he was only a few meters in size, almost reaching a quarter of the floating island.

And the dreadful pressure and aura that contained the vicissitudes of life had seemingly disappeared from Aegon's body.

Flapping his wings, Aegon stirred up a gust of wind as he tried to stabilise himself in his dragon form.

'See… Dad, I really became a dragon!' Aegon chatted excitedly as he began perfecting the control of his wings.

Amon's eyes were filled with praise as he stared at Aegon.

"Can you fly?" he asked curiously.

Immediately, Aegon turned to look at him with his golden eyes before slowly nodding his massive head.

'I can try.'

After saying this, he flapped his wings while trying to move, when suddenly he…

…plummeted.

Stunned, Aegon hastily stopped the process and took a short while before returning to the skies.

Amon stared at Aegon with a speechless expression and mused thoughtfully.

'It seems he still needs some practice before he can fly…'

The reason Amon asked Aegon whether he could fly was because he knew that with Aegon's massive weight, flying would be a little difficult at first.

It seemed his worries weren't unfounded.

Staring at Aegon, Amon said calmly.

"Come, we'll spend the next few days learning how to fly."

Aegon nodded and waited for Amon to start teaching him.

Also ignorant of what to do, Amon could only give some orders based on the memories of his past life.

At the same time, Amon also thought of a template for the seventh gift he would create.

Using the gift, he could track Helena without much struggle.

…

In this manner, a week went by in a flash…

After a gruelling week of training, the dragon finally learnt how to fly.

In the meantime, Amon also trained his physical body while minimising his use of primordial energy, choosing to heal himself with his healing gift instead.

Standing at the edge of the cloudy cliff, Amon briefly glanced back, then without hesitation, turned around and… jumped!

Spreading his arms apart without much care for his life, Amon fell freely from the clouds, when a figure swooped in immediately and caught him on its rough scales.

Amon's eyes were filled with confidence and excitement.

Finally, he was riding a dragon!

'Helena… I'm coming for you…'

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"How dare you bully me, I, Arthur, the only son of the Pendragon family?"

The golden rays of sunlight streamed through the clouds, casting a warm glow on a youth who seemed to be around sixteen.

His chin was lifted high, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips, the kind that dared anyone to challenge him.

The light reflected off his bald head, causing the other youths not too far away to squint their eyes.

The youth's name was Arthur Pendragon.

He glared fiercely at another young man with dark brown hair, his eyes filled with anger.

He couldn't stand the way the boy looked at him — as if he was less than royal.

Yet behind the fury, a flicker of irritation—almost fear—passed through his eyes before vanishing.

There was a light bruise on the youth's face, and even though he had been slapped by Arthur, he didn't dare retaliate.

He lowered his head as though afraid of something.

The courtyard fell silent except for the rustle of leaves and the faint tremor in the boy's breath.

After a few seconds, his low voice echoed in the air.

"I–I am sorry, Master…"

There were roughly five youths in the surroundings, watching the unfolding situation with pity.

Arthur shrugged, then said in a cold tone filled with disgust, "Get out of my sight!"

The youth bowed once more before quickly rushing out of Arthur's sight.

At that moment, a guard swiftly approached the source of the commotion.

Bowing politely toward Arthur, he spoke, "Young Master, the King has ordered for you to meet him and the other officials in the meeting room."

Arthur rubbed his bald head in annoyance.

'Tch, he better not lecture me again about "responsibility." I've heard enough of that.'

'And, I hope it has nothing to do with my bullying as of late.' Arthur clenched his fist, planning internally to teach them a lesson if that was the case.

Having made this decision, he swiftly departed with the guard, heading in the direction of the meeting room.

As he walked away, the five youths from before couldn't help but huddle behind a stone pillar, voices hushed though their eyes darted nervously toward the departing figure.

"Damn, to think he would dare lay a hand on Brother James. This young master truly needs to be killed!" one of them, a youth with dark brown hair, clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"I heard he wasn't like this before, but after awakening the Calamity Summoner class, he changed—started bullying anyone he disliked."

"Tch, that bastard needs to be taught a lesson. However, with his father's influence, and him being the only son, no one dares lay a hand on him. I recall the last person who did disappeared overnight."

"So that's the reason for his unruly behavior? I better stay out of his sight then…" another youth who looked relatively young spoke up. It was clear he was new to the establishment.

…

Arthur walked briskly with the guard toward the meeting room.

As this wasn't the first time he'd been called there, he didn't feel the slightest bit of nervousness.

'At most, Father will ground me at home for a week…' he thought, already knowing how much his father cared about him.

The corridor stretched endlessly, lined with banners of his family crest. Each step of the guard's boots echoed like a countdown in Arthur's ears.

They soon reached the massive chamber. The guard in front stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Soon, a voice from within ordered them to come in.

The door swung open, revealing a group of men and women who looked to be between forty and sixty years of age.

Arthur entered and bowed politely toward the head seat not too far away, where a middle-aged man sat.

"Greetings, Father."

He then turned to the others beside his father, reluctantly showing his respect.

"Greetings, Elders."

Some elders' faces turned ugly upon sensing no hint of politeness or respect in his tone, but recalling what was about to happen, they kept their mouths shut and only stared intently at the King.

The King—a man around forty, with light gray hair streaking through his short black hair—had deep green eyes filled with solemnity and… weariness?

A suffocating silence lingered before his father finally let out a wry sigh, then spoke up.

Arthur straightened, expecting another lecture — perhaps a scolding, maybe even a fine. Anything but what came next.

"Arthur, you have been stuck at the same level for more than three years and are unable to advance. Aside from that, you have repeatedly left a bad impression on the youths of your generation. As the heir of the family, your punishment is to explore an E-rank dungeon alone."

As the King finished speaking, it was as if all the strength had been drawn out of him.

Arthur, with his bald head, widened his eyes in shock.

He was stupefied, to say the least.

He stared at his father as though he had said the most absurd thing ever.

"Father, you know I can't explore an E-rank dungeon! Moreover, I can't explore it alone—that's simply a death sentence!"

Uthur Pendragon kept silent, despite knowing the truth. He sighed once more and turned to the guards not too far away.

"Guards, take him to the E-rank dungeon. When he returns alive, bring him back to me."

The King's meaning was clear. After some time had passed, they were to scour the dungeon and bring back Arthur's dead body.

Arthur was dumbfounded. He searched his father's eyes, praying to find some trace of kindness — but saw only the weight of duty.

He tried to pinch himself but only felt the stinging pain.

Then, his gaze shifted as the guards hoisted him up on their shoulders and carried him toward the E-rank dungeon.

Even as Arthur flailed his hands about in a panicked struggle, none of them paid him any heed.

The clang of armor drowned out his pleas, and the marble floor blurred beneath him as he was dragged away.

In his eyes, he could see a few elders with gloating expressions. Some had solemn looks on their faces, while others seemed relieved.

As Arthur was "escorted" to the dungeon, the elders turned back to the King, and the silence broke like a cracked mirror—murmurs spreading among the elders.

A lady in her mid-thirties spoke up with a smile. "Your Highness, you did the right thing. The longer your son lived, the more he would disgrace the name of the Pendragon family."

"Indeed," another elderly man interjected, "this is a decision you should have made since his awakening. How can there be a summoner among warriors? Moreover, he's a variant summoner without potential—a disgrace!"

The King's fingers tightened around the armrest, though his expression remained unreadable.

Another elder, roughly fifty, with full gray hair and a long beard, spoke up. "Your Highness, this is the best decision. For now, all you have to do is focus on producing a new heir."

The others nodded in agreement, though their eyes flickered with a calculating light. No one could tell what they were truly thinking.

…

'No… this can't be real. Father wouldn't—he couldn't do this to me!'

Arthur Pendragon, in despair, was brought before the shimmering blue portal.

Before he could even plead with the guards, he was violently tossed into it.

The world twisted into a swirl of blue and white, and his scream vanished into the void.

…

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