Slumberin_Immortal

Second Awakening?

A System?

Having lost the battle of the Dark Catastrophe to the demons—spawns of the Dark Gods— humanity is given a chance at making things right once again.

Born as a twin into a family of high ranking talent awakeners, Damien Terrace is met with trouble when it is his turn to perform the ritual. After awakening the E-Rank Summoner talent, Damien loses everything to his twin.

Exiled by his father to perish away from them, Damien goes through a second awakening that changes the play field for him.

Ding!

[The God of Summons is furious and has blessed you with a system!]

[You have fused with the Mythics Summoning System—A system that only allows you to summon mythical beasts!]

[Obtain nineteen Magic Essence Cores to boost your core to the next level!]

[Slay 200 more demons to unlock another summon!]

Damien's only option is to evolve!


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A/N: I'd be happy to get feedback as this is my first book. This will show that I actually have readers. Thanks.

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SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts

The battle between Daveon and the demon continued with as much ferocity as the first clash, each clash of claw and blade echoing across the barren wasteland.

The demon, a peak Grade Six creature, moved with a speed and precision that belied its monstrous form. Its claws slashed through the air in wide arcs, each strike aiming to tear Daveon apart.

Daveon dodged the strikes narrowly, his movements quick but measured. His twin daggers flashed in the harsh sunlight, deflecting blows with a sharp metallic clang.

Sparks flew as the demon's claws scraped against his blades, and Daveon used the momentum of the impacts to twist and reposition himself.

At first glance, it seemed like Daveon was struggling, barely keeping up with the demon's relentless assault.

The others, watching from a safe distance, noticed the tension in his movements and the sweat dripping down his face.

"Is he having trouble?" Anaya asked, her voice laced with concern.

Letter From Ryedale