Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons

The sobering reality was that Arthur's summons operated on levels of power that went beyond what was known.

But beyond her rational fear of consequences, Jasmine genuinely wanted to help Charlotte succeed—not merely out of self-preservation, but from the authentic friendship she had cultivated with Arthur during their shared experiences.

She could have certainly rejected the responsibility of caring for Charlotte and avoided all the headaches and possibly her death if she failed, but she didn't.

Arthur had saved her from the bandits during their first encounter, providing protection when she was most vulnerable. He had given her opportunities for advancement, financial resources for independence, and most importantly, the chance for justice against those who had wronged her

Throughout her entire life, Jasmine had been manipulated by Nikolas Phantom's influence, living within fabricated realities and pursuing artificial conflicts that served his hidden agenda rather than her authentic interests. Arthur had liberated her from that deceptive existence, providing clarity about her true circumstances and returning her sense of genuine purpose.

She wanted to help Arthur succeed, even if failure meant dying in the process of attempting Charlotte's treatment. The risk was acceptable because the alternative—watching Arthur suffer while possessing the capability to help—was morally intolerable.

Jasmine took a deep breath, centring herself through meditation techniques that integrated her multiple magical disciplines. The procedure would require perfect coordination between her healing abilities, the blood enhancement, and the enhancement properties of those rare herbs Arthur had provided.

Charlotte's recovery represented more than medical treatment—it symbolised hope for Arthur's personal healing and the possibility of genuine happiness for someone who had changed her life completely.

Jasmine would not allow that hope to be extinguished through her inadequacy or hesitation.

"Alright...Let's do this!"

Neko watched Jasmine whilst perched on a nearby table with a lazy eye. Then, a faint smirk formed on her lips.

'This human woman isn't too bad.'

...

On top of one of the buildings in Flint, Arthur exhaled softly as he surveyed the devastation below. The energy coursing through his body remained at its peak—a volatile mixture of anticipation about Charlotte's procedure and rage at the destruction being inflicted before his territory.

"Time to let out some stress on flesh," Arthur muttered before disappearing from his position.

He materialised directly in front of a demon that was advancing on a terrified woman cornered against a collapsed storefront. The creature's grotesque form towered over its intended victim, claws extended for what would have been a fatal strike.

"KYA! Help me, I'm going to die! Somebody help me...Please!" the woman screamed, her knees buckling from the overwhelming terror of facing the demon without any means of defense.

She was clearly one of the recently awakened—someone whose ordinary life had been shattered by the dimensional crisis and who found herself thrust into a world where survival required capabilities she had never needed to develop in the modern world. Despite her awakened status, she had yet to achieve even a single combat victory, and her obvious awareness that her talent wasn't particularly powerful only amplified her despair.

The demon sensed Arthur's sudden presence and spun around with predatory alertness, its multiple eyes focusing on this new threat that had dared to interrupt its hunt. The creature's intelligence was immediately apparent—this wasn't a mindless beast but a calculating predator that recognised Arthur represented a significant escalation in opposition.

Arthur's expression was cold as he prepared to channel his overwhelming emotional energy into violence against creatures that genuinely deserved destruction. The woman behind him represented everything he was fighting to protect—ordinary people caught in circumstances beyond their control, struggling to survive against forces that viewed them as nothing more than prey.

The demon before him represented everything he despised about the invasion—organised cruelty that targeted the vulnerable while serving the agenda of entities that considered human suffering a form of entertainment.

Arthur's spatial aura began fluctuating with power.

This particular creature had made the fatal error of operating in his presence, and Arthur intended to ensure its destruction served as a means to relieve his stress.

Arthur's hand moved with lethal energy, his spatial manipulation compressing the demon's form until it collapsed in on itself with a wet, crushing sound. The creature's death was instantaneous but visibly brutal—a demonstration of power that left no question about the fate awaiting anyone who faced it.

The woman struggled to stand, her legs shaking from terror and adrenaline as she attempted to thank her saviour.

"Thank you, I—" she began, but her knees buckled again, unable to support her weight after the traumatic encounter.

"Hiss," she sucked in a cold breath as pain shot through her legs when she looked down at her trembling limbs. When she raised her head to express her gratitude properly, Arthur had already vanished.

The demons scattered throughout Flint's streets that had witnessed their companion's brutal elimination immediately understood that this human was not a normal one.

Without waiting, they immediately shifted their focus from hunting weak humans to addressing this overwhelming threat that had suddenly appeared. Their intelligence was sufficient to recognise that Arthur represented a danger requiring more than one demon to respond rather than individual confrontation.

Nearly thirty demons abandoned their current prey—dropping half-eaten corpses, releasing cornered survivors, and interrupting their destruction—to converge on Arthur's position with a single unified purpose.

Eliminating the human.

The creatures moved with incredible speed and coordination. Zooming through the streets and approaching from multiple angles to prevent escape while maintaining formation discipline that would maximise their collective combat effectiveness.

Arthur observed their approach with a cold expression on his face. Thirty Epic-Boss level demons at level 10 weren't exactly a challenge for him. Still, he needed to eliminate these demons because each creature destroyed would be one less threat to civilians like the woman he had just saved.

Arthur just hoped that through himself and his summons, he would be able to save an awakener with high potential, at the S-rank or even A-rank. These kinds of awakeners would be a really good force to cultivate for the eventual fight he would have with the true demons.