Re-Awakened: I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner

[LOCATION: Ares Royal Fleet - Central Command Vessel "Eternal Pyre"]

[LOCAL TIME: 18:47 Fleet Standard]

The purple energy dissipated like morning mist, revealing Noah and Bruce standing in the main corridor of the Ares fleet. The transition from Earth's afternoon sunlight to the ship's warm, thermal-regulated atmosphere was jarring, but Bruce adapted quickly, his eyes scanning and cataloging the new environment.

The first thing he noticed was the heat. Not uncomfortable, but noticeably warmer than standard ship operations, with a quality that suggested the energy was being actively managed rather than simply generated by life support systems. The walls themselves seemed to pulse with contained warmth, veins of red energy flowing through channels carved into the metal surfaces.

"Welcome to the Eternal Pyre," Noah said, gesturing toward the approaching figures. "The king runs a very... distinctive operation."

Bruce's first impression of the team was one of organized chaos. Lucas approached with the confident stride of someone accustomed to leadership, his movements carrying the subtle confidence that Bruce remembered from Sirius Prime. Behind him came a woman who bore enough resemblance to suggest family relations, her bearing equally royal but with a sharper edge.

"Bruce!" Lucas called out, genuine warmth in his voice. "Good to see you again. How was retirement treating you?"

"Quietly, until a while ago," Bruce replied, shaking Lucas's extended hand. "Though I suspect that's about to change."

"Bruce Hilton, meet Princess Lucy Grey," Noah said, facilitating introductions. "Lucas's sister and co-commander of this particular mission."

Lucy stepped forward with the poised confidence of someone born to authority. "Mr. Hilton, we've heard about your work with the Earth's defense force . Your reputation precedes you."

"Your Highness," Bruce replied with appropriate respect, though his telepathic senses were already picking up surface thoughts that suggested the situation was more complex than simple royal courtesy.

The rest of the team filtered into the corridor, and Bruce found himself facing several people he didn't recognize. An older man with disheveled clothing but sharp eyes approached with obvious curiosity.

"Prince Dominic Grey," the man introduced himself, extending a hand,"Uncle Dom to most people. Kelvin put me on some of your research papers on consciousness mapping—fascinating work on neural interface protocols."

"Thank you, Prince Dominic. Though I suspect those papers are about to become practical rather than theoretical."

A young woman stepped forward. "Lyra Davids, intelligence analysis and reconnaissance." Her handshake was firm, professional, but Bruce caught undercurrents of thought that seemed carefully controlled.

Diana and Sophie completed the introductions, both carrying themselves with the confidence of experienced soldiers. But it was the approaching group of figures in red and gold that drew Bruce's attention.

King Aurelius entered the corridor like a force of nature, his presence immediately commanding attention without requiring effort. He was accompanied by several women who moved with the same confident authority, their formal attire marking them as people of significant rank.

"Your Majesty," Noah said, bowing slightly. "Allow me to present Bruce Hilton, the telepath I mentioned."

"Ah, the mind reader!" Aurelius declared with obvious delight, striding forward to clasp Bruce's hand with both of his own. "Welcome to our fleet, Mr. Hilton! Your expertise comes at a most crucial time!"

Bruce found himself impressed despite his usual reserve around theatrical personalities. The king's enthusiasm was genuine, backed by intelligence and determination that ran deeper than his flamboyant presentation suggested.

"The situation has been explained to me in general terms," Bruce replied. "I understand you need information extracted from a prisoner with extensive mental conditioning."

"Precisely! Though I should warn you—the subject has already demonstrated his willingness to eliminate potential security risks through rather extreme methods." Aurelius's expression grew more serious. "We lost four other prisoners to what can only be described as psychically-induced suicide."

Bruce nodded grimly. "Mass conditioning programs often include failsafe protocols. The surviving subject may have additional protections we haven't identified yet."

"Which is why the extraction must be performed in Noah's domain," Lucy added. "The prisoner can manipulate shadows to escape normal containment, but the domain's physics prevent dimensional travel."

"That presents its own challenges," Bruce said, his mind already working through the technical aspects. "Telepathic work requires careful environmental control. If we're operating in a pocket dimension with altered physics..."

"The domain responds to my will," Noah explained. "I can create whatever conditions you need for the extraction."

"In that case, we should begin immediately. The longer we wait, the more time the subject has to reinforce his mental barriers."

---

The journey to Noah's domain felt different this time. Where previous transports had been tactical necessities, this felt more like a professional consultation. Bruce carried a small bag of equipment—neural interface devices, chemical enhancers, monitoring systems that would help him navigate the prisoner's conditioned mind.

The house materialized around them as reality settled into the domain's configuration. Bruce found himself in what appeared to be a comfortable study, complete with leather chairs, wooden bookshelves, and windows that looked out onto the endless green fields.

"Impressive," Bruce said, examining the environment with professional interest. "The detail level suggests significant control over the reality construction process."

"I can adjust anything that isn't working for you," Noah offered. "Temperature, lighting, furniture configuration—whatever helps with the extraction."

"This should work fine. Where's our subject?"

Noah gestured toward a side door that definitely hadn't been there moments before. "Through there. Fair warning—he's not exactly cooperative."

The prisoner sat in what appeared to be a comfortable chair in a well-lit room, his void chains having been replaced with simple restraints that allowed movement without permitting escape. He looked up as they entered, his expression showing mild curiosity rather than fear.

"Another interrogation attempt?" the elite asked pleasantly. "How refreshing. I was beginning to think you'd given up on extracting information through conventional means."

"Mr. Hilton specializes in unconventional approaches," Noah replied.

Bruce studied the prisoner with professional interest, his telepathic senses probing the edges of the man's mental defenses. What he found was unlike anything in his experience—not just conditioning, but architectural restructuring of consciousness itself.

"This is going to take some time," Bruce said quietly. "His mind has been rebuilt from the ground up. The conditioning isn't just psychological—it's neurological, possibly genetic."

"How long?" Noah asked.

"Hours, possibly longer. The mental barriers are unlike anything I've encountered. It's going to require careful work to avoid triggering failsafe responses or him dying."

Noah nodded. "I'll leave you to it. Call if you need anything changed about the environment."

"How?..." Before he could finish, Noah was gone.

---

Bruce emerged from the domain several hours later, his expression showing the exhaustion that came from extended telepathic work. Noah was waiting in the corridor outside his quarters, along with most of the team.

"How did it go?" Lucas asked immediately.

"He wasn't lying about the mental blocks," Bruce replied, settling into a chair with obvious relief. "The conditioning is the most sophisticated I've ever encountered. It's going to take significantly longer than I initially estimated."

"How much longer?" Lucy asked.

"Days, possibly weeks. The subject's mind has been restructured at fundamental levels. Extracting information without triggering defensive protocols is going to require extremely careful work."

Diana frowned. "We don't have weeks. The longer we wait, the more time the Eighth has to relocate or eliminate the prisoners."

"I understand the time pressure," Bruce replied. "But rushing the process could result in complete mental shutdown. We'd lose our only source of intelligence."

"Then we wait," Noah said firmly. "Bruce, do what you need to do. We'll handle everything else."

As the team began to disperse, Noah noticed Sophie standing near the corridor junction, wearing what appeared to be an elaborate dress that definitely hadn't come from military supplies. The garment was clearly Ares in design—flowing fabric in deep red with gold embroidery that caught the ship's ambient lighting beautifully.

She'd been watching him with obvious anticipation, her expression bright with the kind of joy that suggested she'd been waiting for him to notice.

"Sophie?" Noah approached with a smile. "What's with the outfit? Not that I'm complaining—you look amazing."

Her face lit up with delight. "I was playing dress-up with Queen Vera! She's the youngest of the king's wives, and she has all these incredible gowns from different planets. She let me try this one on!"

As if summoned by the conversation, several of the Ares queens appeared from nearby corridors, their faces showing the same amused affection that came from watching someone discover new experiences.

"She's a natural model," Queen Sera declared with obvious approval. "The dress suits her perfectly."

"We've been having the most wonderful time," Queen Lyanna added. "Sophie has such interesting stories about your adventures together."

Sophie kissed Noah on the cheek with the unselfconscious affection of someone completely comfortable with public displays of emotion. "I'm going to try on the blue one next! Vera says it brings out my eyes!"

She practically skipped back toward the queens, her enthusiasm infectious as they continued their impromptu fashion show.

Noah watched her go with a mixture of affection and amusement. 'She's like a completely different person here,' he thought. 'More relaxed, more open. The constant danger of our missions doesn't give her many chances to just be happy.'

As the corridor began to empty, Noah found himself alone with King Aurelius. Kelvin had disappeared somewhere, probably pursuing his matrimonial empire expansion project. Lyra was nowhere to be seen, likely involved in her own activities. Diana and Lucy had walked off together, their conversation focused on tactical planning. Lucas and Lieutenant Commander Theron had developed an easy rapport and were heading toward the command section.

"Exceptional work today," Aurelius said, his voice carrying genuine respect. "The extraction on Earth, the scuffle on earth, the tactical coordination—you're one of the finest soldiers I've had the privilege of observing."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Noah replied, offering a respectful bow. "It's been an honor to serve alongside your forces."

"Nonsense with the formality!" Aurelius laughed, waving off the gesture. "We're practically brothers-in-arms now! Such ceremonies are entirely too stiff for people who've bled together in combat!"

Noah smiled, straightening from his bow. The sound of distant giggles drifted through the corridor from wherever Sophie and the queens had continued their activities. He turned toward the sound, then looked back at Aurelius with an expression the king recognized immediately.

"What's on your mind, my friend?" Aurelius asked, settling into a more comfortable conversational posture.

Noah was quiet for a moment, organizing thoughts that had been developing over the past weeks of travel and combat. "I'm a little confused about something. Personal rather than this situation"

"Ah, matters of the heart! My specialty!" Aurelius's eyes lit up with obvious delight. "Please, continue."

"It's about Sophie and me. Our relationship." Noah paused, clearly working through complex emotions. "When we were back at the academy, she was extremely protective. Jealous, even. I couldn't have casual conversations with other women without her getting upset."

"Territorial behavior," Aurelius nodded knowingly. "Common in early relationships, especially among young people who haven't developed confidence in their connections."

"Exactly. But lately, especially during our travels, she's been different. More relaxed, more open. She's even mentioned the possibility of... other arrangements. Me seeing other people while still maintaining our relationship."

Aurelius was quiet for several moments, studying Noah's expression with the kind of attention that suggested he was taking the conversation seriously despite his usual theatrical demeanor.

"You are," he said finally, "an absolutely remarkable young man. Powerful beyond measure, loyal to your friends, brave enough to face impossible odds for people you care about. Any woman would be fortunate to share her life with you."

"That's not really what I'm asking about—"

"But it is!" Aurelius interrupted with renewed enthusiasm. "Because what Sophie is recognizing is that someone of your caliber deserves every happiness life can offer! She's not becoming less protective—she's becoming more generous!"

The king began pacing as he spoke, his movements taking on the rhythm of someone delivering a passionate lecture.

"Consider my own situation," he continued. "Fourteen magnificent women, each one bringing her own strengths, her own perspectives, her own love to our shared life. Lyanna's tactical brilliance, Sera's diplomatic skills, Thessa's engineering expertise—together, they create something greater than any individual relationship could achieve!"

"But how do you manage the... logistics? The emotional complexity?"

"Because love multiplies, Noah! It doesn't divide!" Aurelius's voice carried absolute conviction. "When Lyanna succeeded in negotiating our alliance with the merchant guilds, all fourteen of my wives celebrated her victory. When Sera designed the modifications that improved our thermal efficiency by thirty percent, every one of them supported her work!"

He paused his pacing, turning to face Noah directly. "They don't compete with each other—they collaborate. They don't resent shared affection—they embrace it. My wives would go to war for one another without hesitation because they understand that each relationship strengthens all the others."

Noah found himself fascinated despite his initial skepticism. "That's... not how most people understand relationships."

"Most people operate from scarcity thinking!" Aurelius declared. "They believe love is finite, that sharing affection somehow diminishes it. But in reality, love grows stronger when it's expressed freely and without artificial limitations!"

"Sophie mentioned something similar," Noah admitted. "She said she wanted me to be happy, even if that happiness included other people."

"Because she loves you completely! And complete love wants the beloved to experience every joy possible!" The king's enthusiasm was building toward one of his characteristic crescendos. "She's not suggesting you care less about her—she's suggesting you care more about everything that brings you fulfillment!"

Noah considered this, his mind working through implications that challenged conventional thinking about relationships and commitment.

"Of course," Aurelius continued with a sly smile, "such arrangements require exceptional communication skills and emotional maturity. Not everyone is capable of managing multiple meaningful relationships simultaneously."

"Are you suggesting I'm not capable?"

"I'm suggesting you're exactly the kind of person who could make such arrangements work beautifully—if that's what brings you happiness." Aurelius's tone grew more serious. "But the decision must be yours and Sophie's together. No external pressure, no societal expectations, just honest communication about what you both want from life."

The conversation was interrupted by the return of Sophie and the queens, their laughter preceding them down the corridor. Sophie had changed into a different dress—deep blue with silver accents that did indeed bring out her eyes—and her expression showed the kind of contentment that came from simple, uncomplicated joy.

"Noah!" she called out, spinning to show off the new outfit. "What do you think of this one?"

"Stunning," he replied honestly. "You look like royalty."

"That's the idea!" Queen Vera declared with satisfaction. "I told you the blue would be perfect!"

As the group continued their fashion discussion, Aurelius placed a gentle hand on Noah's shoulder.

"Think about what we discussed," he said quietly. "And remember—the most important thing is that everyone involved is happy and fulfilled. Everything else is just details."

"Your Majesty," Noah said, "thank you. For the advice and for... everything else."

"My pleasure! Now, there's something I'd like to show you. A matter of some importance that relates to our earlier conversations about dragons and family history."

Aurelius gestured toward the corridor leading to the royal quarters. "Would you accompany me to my chambers? There's something you need to see."

---

The royal chambers were exactly what Noah had expected—opulent without being gaudy, comfortable without sacrificing elegance. The walls were covered with tapestries that told stories of Ares family history, while furniture made from materials he didn't recognize suggested craftsmanship from multiple worlds.

"What are we doing here?" Noah asked as Aurelius moved toward what appeared to be a private study area.

"Sharing family history," the king replied, producing a small chest from a secured cabinet. "And honoring debts that have waited far too long to be addressed."

The chest was clearly ancient, its surface decorated with symbols that seemed to shift and move in the room's lighting. When Aurelius opened it, Noah immediately felt a change in the chamber's atmosphere—pressure that seemed to come from the object itself rather than any environmental system.

The king carefully unwrapped something from layers of protective cloth, his movements showing the kind of reverence reserved for sacred artifacts.

What emerged made Noah's breath catch.

It was a tooth—but not from any creature that should have existed. The thing was the length of Noah's entire arm, curved like a saber and colored a deep ivory. Despite its age, it radiated power that made the air itself feel heavier.

[ARTIFACT DETECTED: DRAGON TOOTH - SPECIES CLASSIFICATION: UNKNOWN]

[ESTIMATED AGE: 847 STANDARD YEARS]

[POWER RESONANCE: EXTREMELY HIGH]

[WARNING: ARTIFACT CONTAINS ACTIVE ENERGY SIGNATURES]

"Do you know what this is?" Aurelius asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.

Noah nodded slowly, his system's analysis confirming what his instincts had already identified. "It's a dragon tooth. But the species classification is what I don't know"

"Because this particular dragon predates most species," Aurelius explained, his voice carrying the weight of family history. "My forefathers, during their early travels to establish our current territory, encountered a creature of unimaginable power and beauty."

The king's expression grew more serious as he continued. "They didn't fight it—they couldn't have won such a battle. Instead, they formed a bond. A partnership that lasted for generations and helped establish the Ares family as a major power among the seven houses."

"What happened to it?"

"One day, it simply disappeared. No explanation, no indication of where it might have gone. That was when I was still a child, maybe seven or eight years old." Aurelius's voice carried genuine loss. "I've searched for it ever since, followed every rumor and legend, but found nothing."

He extended the tooth toward Noah, his movements careful and respectful. "But when I entered your domain and saw your dragons—Nyx, Storm, and Ivy—I realized something important. You understand them in ways most people can't. You have a connection to their kind that goes beyond simple partnership."

Noah accepted the artifact, feeling its weight both physical and metaphysical. The power contained within the tooth was immense, ancient, and somehow familiar despite being completely alien to his experience.

"I want you to have this," Aurelius said firmly. "Not just as a gift, but as a promise. Find my family's dragon. Bring it home where it belongs."

'This is the second person who's confirmed dragons exist beyond Earth,' Noah thought, his mind racing through implications. 'Vex Marduk mentioned hunting them, using their scales and bones for armor construction. Now Aurelius is giving me evidence of dragons that partnered with human families centuries ago.'

"Your Majesty," Noah said aloud, "I promise you I'll do everything possible to find your dragon and return it to your family."

Aurelius smiled, the expression carrying both gratitude and satisfaction. "I knew you would understand. That's all I needed—your word that the search will continue."

"That's it? You're not expecting immediate results or specific timelines?"

"My friend, I've been searching for years without success. Having someone with your abilities and connections working on the problem is more hope than I've had in years." Aurelius gestured toward the door. "That concludes our business for the evening. Rest well—tomorrow brings new challenges."

Noah left the royal chambers with his mind racing through the implications of what he'd learned. The dragon tooth felt warm against his palm, its power resonating with something deep in his consciousness that he didn't fully understand.

'Dragons,' he thought as he walked through the ship's corridors toward his own quarters. 'Not just on Earth where I found Nyx's egg, not just on Cannadah where Storm hatched, not just on Raiju Prime where Vex held Ivy captive. They're everywhere, scattered across space, some partnered with families, others hunted for their remains.'

The revelation changed his understanding of the universe in ways that would take time to fully process. Dragons weren't rare accidents of evolution—they were part of a larger pattern that connected civilizations across vast distances.

'And now I have a promise to keep,' Noah thought, carefully securing the dragon tooth in his void storage. 'Find Aurelius's missing partner and bring it home. Add that to rescuing the family heads, stopping the Eighth Ancestor, and figuring out how to manage my relationship with Sophie.'

Despite the complexity of everything facing him, Noah found himself smiling as he reached his quarters. Problems he could solve, challenges he could meet, promises he could keep.

The dragons, though—they were going to be interesting.