SSS-Ranked Summoner: Only I Summon All Heroes And Heroines Of Legend-Chapter 6: Altair’s Summoning System
Thud. Thud
Altair stacked both books on the empty shelf opposite his seat. The sound echoed in the white study final, he was done.
Maybe several hours had passed. Time was slippery here, refusing to pass like it should. No hunger gnawed at his stomach. No exhaustion weighed down his limbs. Just focus. Pure, unbroken focus that lasted as long as his interest held.
And the stories had gripped him.
Heracles hit different. The hero’s trials, his endless struggle against fate and the gods themselves, Altair understood that bone-deep. Satoshi had lived it. The weight of expectation, the pressure of duty, the slow realization that sometimes your best still isn’t enough.
Delilah was more technical. A bit twisted. One would call her a traitor. Achieving her mission through cunning, not brute strength, but in the eyes of her own, she was nothing short of a hero, truly perspective was the greatest factor of heroism.
Both fascinating and still potentially useful.
Now he waited.
Nothing happened.
"Tch." Altair leaned back in the chair. "Guess I just head back then."
The thought formed and reality obeyed.
The moment he blinked, he was back in his room, seated on the same chair before the familiar desk. And the Codex rested on the table before him it’s pages blank as fresh snow.
Altair reached for the quill, returning it to its container. His hand had just left the ink when...
Knock.
He froze.
It wasn’t yet dinner time. Mom wouldn’t come until later. So, who?
He crossed to the door slowly, uncertainty prickling at the back of his neck. He then turned the handle and pulled.
Golden eyes stared back at him.
It was Michael’s.
His younger brother didn’t wait for an invitation. He pushed past Altair into the room, with a signature grin splitting his face, the one that never quite reached his eyes.
"Hello, big brother."
Altair’s expression shifted to a frown. "Michael."
"So." Michael turned, hands clasped behind his back like a visiting lord. "You’ve got your seal now. I bet you thought this was it, right? Your big comeback. Finally a true Elfender. The rightful successor."
haha
His laugh was sharp, cutting.
"I’ll admit, for about half a second, you had me worried brother." Michael’s grin widened. "Then you summoned that... thing. In front of everyone. That beautiful, public humiliation."
"Get to the point."
"The point?" Michael spread his hands. "The point is you’re eighteen, Altair. Eighteen. And you’re further from the family business than you’ve ever been. When I turn eighteen in two years, I’ll officially be named heir. By then?" He shrugged. "You’ll probably be dropped from the Academy anyway."
Altair’s hands curled into fists. "So you came to gloat?"
"I came to thank you." Michael’s voice dripped false sincerity. "For sealing your fate and officially handing me the Lord’s seat on a silver platter."
He stepped closer, dropping his voice to a whisper.
"How ignorant can you be? Your seal doesn’t even fit the bill, Altair. And in your stubbornness you summon a book? Seriously?"
"Get out."
"Or what?" Michael’s eyes glinted. "You’ll force me? Sir Rahnadel is one finger snap away. You can’t even face me, brother. You’re weak. Completely useless."
He moved toward the desk.
"If I were you, I’d leave. Leave this family, this kingdom. Go somewhere you can start over. Because you’ve failed here. And I’m not letting you take the Elfender throne."
Michael’s voice hardened to steel.
"It’s mine, Altair. Mine."
Altair’s gaze flicked to the Codex. If he could just summon one hero right now, just one.
"Oh, is that the dusty old book?"
Michael snatched it off the table before Altair could react.
"I see you cleaned it up a bit." He turned it over in his hands, mockingly gentle. "But like you, no matter how hard you scrub, you can’t remove the stench of uselessness, brother."
His grin turned cruel.
"It’s just part of you."
"Give it back!"
Altair grabbed for the Codex. Michael held it away, laughing. They struggled for a moment, neither willing to escalate to actual blows yet, not here.
Knock.
"You should do what he says, Mike."
Both brothers turned.
Zara stood in the doorway with her arms crossed. Her expression was calm, but her eyes promised consequences if Michael pushed this further.
Michael glanced between them. Altair to his left, and Zara blocking his exit to the right.
"Seems I’m at a disadvantage." He released the Codex. Altair snatched it back, holding it close.
"Very well. I’ll leave."
Michael walked toward the door with measured steps. Then paused in the threshold.
"But know this, Altair." He looked back over his shoulder. "You don’t belong here. And this" he gestured vaguely at the room, the house, everything "will never be yours."
The door clicked shut.
Altair sat heavily on his bed, still clutching the Codex. And stared at Zara rather embarrassingly.
"I didn’t need your help."
"I know." She stepped closer to him. "I’m sorry for eavesdropping. Michael’s just being a dick. He doesn’t mean..."
"He means every word."
The certainty in Altair’s voice stopped her mid-sentence.
She studied his face, he was dead serious, and there was a cold acceptance in his eyes.
"Right." Zara’s shoulders slumped slightly. "I’ll... leave you alone then."
"Thanks."
She moved toward the door, slower than she’d entered. She placed her hand on the handle.
"Altair?"
"Yeah?"
"For what it’s worth..." She glanced back. "I don’t think you’re useless."
The door closed before he could respond.
Altair lay back on the bed, Staring at the ceiling. His room felt smaller now, the walls closing in. Michael’s words echoed repeatedly within his head.
Weak. Useless. Failed.
You don’t belong here.
Deep down, in the place where Satoshi’s memories merged with Altair’s shame, he knew the truth.
Michael meant every single word.
And maybe, just maybe, he was right.
Altair’s fingers tightened on the Codex.
"No," he whispered to the empty room. "Not this time."
He’d failed once as Satoshi. Died with his honor intact but nothing else.
He wasn’t given a second chance just to fail again.
Altair heaved a sigh as his eyes slid shut. Exhaustion finally catching up.
Sleep reached for him, and he fell right in.
Then,light came.
Behind his closed eyelids, text materialized in glowing script.
[Welcome, Altair Elfender]
His eyes snapped open.
The message didn’t disappear. Instead, it expanded, floating in the air above him like ethereal projections. More text cascaded down in rapid succession.
[Processing player integration...]
[Name: Altair Elfender]
[Race: Human]
[Class: Summoner] 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
[Tier: F]
[Downloading resource information...]
[Codex Aeterna Heroica: 30%]
"What the..."
Altair rubbed his eyes hard. The messages remained crystal clear. The loading bar ticked upward .35%, 40%, climbing steadily.
As Satoshi, this concept meant nothing. Game mechanics? Status screens? They were completely foreign.
But Altair’s memories stirred, fragments of fantasy comics he’d read as a kid, stories of players and systems and...
A system!.
This was a system.
A notification icon appeared in the corner of his vision. A small envelope, beating softly.
[1 Unread Message]
His hand moved reflexively, extending his finger to tap the icon.
The message expanded instantly.
---
[FROM: The Lord of the Crossroads]
Altair,
Consider this the gift I promised, though I suspect you didn’t expect it to arrive quite like this.
What you’re seeing is a System, designed specifically to aid your journey. In this world of summoners and bloodlines, you were born without advantage. No legacy contract. No inherited power. Just potential.
This System will help you track your growth, understand your capabilities, and unlock the true power of the Codex Aeterna Heroica. Where others rely on bloodline and tradition, you will forge your own path through knowledge, choice, and will.
The road ahead won’t be easy. The Codex attracts attention, some benevolent, most not. But you’re not the boy who died in that room anymore. You’re something new. Something unprecedented.
Use this gift well.
The crossroads are behind you now. Walk forward.
—L
---
The message faded.
Altair sat up slowly, deep in his thoughts. Around him, the System continued its initialization.
[Codex Aeterna Heroica: 67%]
His reflection caught in the window, he was not the broken, desperate boy from hours ago. Something had shifted in his eyes. Something harder.
Michael’s words still echoed in his head.
And with that Altair strengthened his resolve.
[Download complete: 100%]
[Codex Integration: Successful]
[All histories of heroes have been updated to your system, Altair Elfender]
A new wave of determination crashed through him, fierce and burning.
He wouldn’t just survive this world.
He’d conquer it.
