Amon held his wand forward, the tip pointing directly toward the centre of his hyper-complex magic lattice.
"Nota Vocate," he chanted softly.
Instantly, the entire array was engulfed in a blinding, brilliant pillar of white light. The complex summoning circle he had engineered was unique—a highly classified geometric weave designed explicitly to force open a gateway to the upper echelons, guaranteeing a familiar above A-Rank, at the very least.
The rationale behind this extreme measure was fundamentally simple. "My luck variable is so diabolical that I have found myself dragged into catastrophic, near-apocalyptic situations multiple times already," Amon thought, his jaw tightening slightly as he maintained his grip on the wand. "Knowing my terrible luck, I would have likely ended up with a glorified house pet if I had simply deployed a standard textbook circle. If I am forced to gamble for a familiar, I might as well use every unfair advantage and mechanical exploit in my possession!"
He felt a wave of confidence wash over him as the luminescent pillar expanded, threatening to eclipse the midday sun. However, that confidence dimmed significantly a fraction of a second later as a sudden, violent screech echoed through the air.
Before his eyes, the brilliant white light abruptly fractured, splitting cleanly into two separate, jagged columns as the physical summoning circle beneath them literally tore itself apart into dual, competing arrays.
<< "Warning. Two entities of entirely unknown origins are currently bypassing standard dimensional filters. It is heavily advised that the user prepare for an immediate, high-scale combat scenario." >>
MachineDeus: "What is bro even summoning that even his own system skills can't comprehend?!" |
VillainEnjoyer: "Bro might have heavily underestimated his hidden final boss perks..." |
ChunkyPie: "Yep, my guy definitely did not strategise this sequence well enough." |
FangirlingIsMyPassion: "This is so completely over." |
WaifuHunter: "Wait, I was so absorbed looking at Seraphina's blushing face that I completely missed what happened." |
Amon flicked his eyes away from the cascading stream chat in the corner of his peripheral vision, entirely locking his focus back onto the unfolding spatial anomaly.
Across the open expanse, every single student on the field stopped what they were doing. The intense, reality-warping fluctuations radiating from Amon's position were impossible to ignore.
Realising the sheer magnitude of the magical pressure, Professor Celestia abandoned her podium and rushed toward Amon, her cold, professional composure completely giving way to deep worry.
"What the hell did you just do, Crown?!" she demanded sharply, her piercing black eyes darting from the dual, glitching summoning circles back to the blindfolded freshman.
"I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, Professor," Amon replied, his voice remaining eerily calm and level despite the localised gravity beginning to warp around his boots. He kept his gaze fixed on the tearing space. "Professor, I need you to immediately evacuate every single student from this field and contact my Mother. I will handle the containment sequence here."
"What absolute nonsense—" Celestia began, her voice rising to reprimand his absurd arrogance, before she suddenly froze, looking at his face. The sheer, chilling seriousness radiating from his stance made the words catch in her throat.
"How can a mere freshman possibly handle a structural dimensional breach?" She asked urgently as the dual circles began to glitch, golden static tearing apart physical reality around them.
"You simply need to trust me on this one, Professor," Amon reassured her, his voice low, steady, and anchoring. "I am the one who designed the array, which means I must be the one to correct the anomaly. To do that, I have to face whatever comes out of those gates."
The strong, unyielding determination behind his words was completely unmistakable.
"I cannot, under any circumstances, allow a first-year student to take on a lethal, unrated risk." Professor Celestia stepped forward, her hand shooting out to grip the back of Amon's uniform collar. "As your supervising Professor, it is my absolute duty to ensure your physical safety—"
Before the final word could even leave her lips, Amon's wand flicked in a micro-movement beneath his sleeve.
Snap.
A massive, sweeping spatial displacement spell triggered instantly. In the blink of an eye, Professor Celestia, Seraphina, Lucy, Percy, and every single other student, and their familiars on the field vanished from the grass, instantly teleported all the way back inside the House Representatives Room.
The heavy mahogany door to the room slammed shut and locked magically with an absolute, resounding thud. Simultaneously, a thick, multi-layered colourless barrier enveloped the grand glass windows, sealing the entire top twenty class safely inside a high-grade sanctuary that prevented them from escaping back out to the danger zone.
"Damn it!" Professor Celestia roared in pure, unadulterated frustration, slamming her fist down hard onto the podium. "He locked us out!"
Back at the field, the wind howled with a violent, unnatural fury. Amon stood completely alone, the grass flattening in a wide radius around him as the two distorting magic circles reached their absolute peak of spatial instability. Dark, static-like friction crackled off the jagged lines of the array, tearing open holes in the air.
"Am I truly just cursed to suffer?" Amon thought bitterly, his fingers tightening around the grip of his wand until his knuckles turned white. "It's just like the Leone Quest back then... I tried to act a little too smart, tried to optimise the variables perfectly, and what happened? Good people died, and their families were left to suffer the consequences of my arrogance...And now? I just wanted to secure a useful asset through an advanced summoning circle to bypass my terrible luck. But instead of an optimisation, all I got was... this catastrophe."
At that exact, critical moment, the chaotic, dual glow reached its absolute crescendo—and violently collapsed inward with the deafening sound of shattering glass.
The smoke and distorted magium cleared, leaving behind two tall, strikingly beautiful, feminine silhouettes standing in the centre of the scorched earth.
The woman standing within the right circle looked like a nun carved by a dangerously creative sculptor. She wore a tight, deep-black slit dress that clung seamlessly to her devastatingly perfect figure, its right side slashed incredibly high to expose the full length of a long, flawlessly toned leg. A large, immaculate white habit framed her face, draped in an oversized, heavy beaded necklace that hung around her shoulders like dark ceremonial regalia.
She possessed vibrant, fair skin that contrasted beautifully against her luscious brown hair and brilliant, piercing pink eyes. Her figure could only be described as that of a goddess—exceptionally well-endowed, with flawless, hypnotic hourglass proportions.
But it was the horns that truly shattered any illusion of a holy maiden. Two enormous, curved, red-lined white horns jutted proudly from beneath her habit, curving outward with a terrifying, predatory elegance that commanded absolute dread.
The woman standing within the left circle, however, offered a vastly different, utterly breathtaking aesthetic.
She wore a beautiful, flowing, light-pink hanfu-style dress. The traditional garment consisted of a long-sleeved top adorned with incredibly delicate floral embroidery that shimmered faintly under the academy's sunlight. A lighter pink, almost pure white underlayer peeked out from beneath the structural lines of the skirt and top, immediately giving her the unmistakable, serene aura of a high-born Chinese noble lady—or, more specifically, the deeply comforting, elegant presence of a matriarch.
She possessed vibrant, fair skin that contrasted beautifully against her long, wavy hair, which cascaded over her shoulders with loose strands reaching past her chest. In a stunning visual transition, the top of her hair was a deep, ink-black that gradually faded into a rich dark purple at the bottom, creating a flawless two-tone gradient. Soft, lighter bangs framed her face, parting just enough to reveal a pair of brilliant, wise amethyst eyes. Much like the nun to her right, she also possessed an exceptionally well-endowed figure with flawless, hypnotic, hourglass proportions.
Yet, much like the nun, she also possessed distinct, undeniable inhuman features. Two enormous, deep purple, jagged horns sprouted proudly from the sides of her head, carving backwards through her dual-tone hair with an ancient, sovereign malice that perfectly matched the terrifying presence of the unholy nun.
At that exact moment, a primal, suffocating sense of dread washed over Amon, and it only continued to expand. The sheer weight of their dual presence warped his cognitive space to a point where he started hearing a cacophony of overlapping voices echoing in his mind. The whispers were mocking him, dragging up his deepest insecurities, saying degrading things, and ruthlessly poking at his past failures.
"My, my, colour me surprised~" the nun remarked playfully, her vibrant pink eyes shifting to look at the Chinese noble lady standing a few feet away from her before snapping back down to Amon. "Summoning a Primordial is one thing, but summoning two at the same time?~ Now, that is something truly unprecedented~"
"I never intended to summon either of you," Amon calmly replied, despite the voices scraping against the inside of his skull, growing steadily worse by the second. "I only intended to summon a functional, useful asset. Not two oversized showpieces."
The instant the word left his mouth, the atmosphere fractured. The Chinese noble lady's amethyst eyes narrowed, and her ancient aura intensified tenfold. The sudden spike in magium pressure struck Amon like a physical blow, causing warm blood to begin trickling slowly from his ears.
"You must be exceptionally foolish to refer to me as a mere showpiece, human child," she spoke, her voice shifting into a cold, authoritative tone that resonated with the weight of an entire world.
"I genuinely do not see why I should give a single fuck about respecting your title, Lady," Amon shot straight back. His tone remained perfectly level, unshaken, and razor-sharp despite the blood dripping down his neck. "I do not care if you are a Primordial or whatever mythological entity you are classified as. If you aren't operationally useful to me, then you aren't worthy of my respect."
"Oh my~" The nun let out a low, delighted purr. She slowly sauntered out of her circle, her long, toned leg cutting through the ruined grass as she stopped directly in front of him. She leaned down, peering into his crimson blindfold with a deeply interested, predatory smile. "You are holding yourself together quite remarkably, even though our presences are slowly breaking your fragile mind into pieces~"
Suddenly, her hand shot out. She cupped his cheeks forcefully, her fingers digging into his jaw with a strength that could easily crush iron.
"If you are truly capable of withstanding our presence without collapsing into a whimpering mess... then I suppose you might actually be worthy enough to be my master~" She chuckled amusedly, though the sound was no longer melodious—it was deeply, terrifically cruel.
Amon's hand shot up with blinding, lethal speed, his fingers locking around the nun's wrist. With a brutal, precise twist, he forced her hand away, breaking her tight grip on his jaw and freeing himself effortlessly.
"You are not the one who gets to decide whether you will be my familiar or not, Primordial," Amon stated, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register. He let go of her wrist, casually brushing off his collar. "I have already told you that I was looking for a functional, useful asset—not two oversized, high-maintenance showpieces. The only thing you two have managed to achieve since crossing my threshold is causing me a massive logistical inconvenience. Tell me, why should I accept either of you as my summons?"
The nun blinked, her vibrant pink eyes widening slightly in genuine surprise. She hadn't expected a mere human teenager to physically break her hold, let alone talk down to her while his ears were still actively bleeding. A split second later, her shock morphed into an incredibly amused, dark grin. She slowly licked her lips, thoroughly fascinated by the sheer audacity vibrating off him.
The Chinese noble lady, however, was not amused. Her flowing pink hanfu rustled softly as she walked directly over to Amon, her massive, jagged purple horns cutting an imposing silhouette against the sky. She stopped a mere breath away, pinning him under a piercing, suffocating amethyst gaze.
"Child, you are playing exceptionally dangerous games out here," she spoke, her voice laced with the terrifying, resonant echo of an ancient sovereign. "Not only did you possess the absolute ignorance to drag me into this lower world, but you are actively choosing to speak like an arrogant, short-sighted loser toward me."
"I am not playing any games here, Primordial," Amon replied instantly, tilting his head back slightly to look the towering noble lady dead in her amethyst eyes. His expression was a slate of absolute, unbothered indifference, completely tuning out the degrading whispers clawing at his sanity metrics in the background. "I am simply stating a baseline operational requirement. I want a useful familiar. If you cannot fulfil that basic role, you are nothing but background noise to me."
Amon casually swiped a trail of fresh blood from his lower jaw, his blindfolded gaze entirely unwavering as the stream chat continued to lose its absolute mind over his blatant disregard for survival.
ForestHuntress: "Bro is treating catastrophes like job interns... Peak final boss behaviour!" |
MachineDeus: "I think his rational mind finally broke. No one logical would dare to behave like this toward two entities that could erase them in an instant." |
VillainEnjoyer: "Well, mommy- I mean, the nun did say that their presences were slowly breaking his mind. So, this is how the streamer acts when his logic is being actively eroded." |
DraconicSoul: "Bro is a different breed. Despite his defences failing to save him from mental erosion, he is acting so sassily towards two dangerous entities. His composure is really on another level." |
RandomGuy69: "Correction: His balls are on another level." |
"You truly need to be taught some manners, child," the lady said, her voice dropping an octave as she slowly raised her right hand.
Instantly, the space around her palm fractured, crackling violently with a dense, ominous purple thunder that carried the scent of ozone and absolute annihilation. The gravity in the field quadrupled, threatening to force Amon to his knees.
But before the catastrophic lightning could leave her fingertips, the nun casually snapped her own fingers.
Click.
The suffocating purple thunder vanished into thin air instantly, the raw, destructive mana snuffed out as if it had never existed.
"What exactly do you think you're doing to him?~" The nun turned to the Chinese noble lady, her head tilted at a playful, mocking angle as a dangerous smile played on her lips.
"Oh, so now you're actively defending him," The lady noted, her perfect brows furrowing deeply as her amethyst eyes locked onto the nun with an icy, dangerous glare. "I always knew that the Primordial Beast of Desire was a structurally lowly being... but to think that you would lower yourself to the pathetic point of protecting a mere human child. You are actively degrading us both."
"We are both destined to be this child's," the nun laughed at the Chinese noble lady, her pink eyes shimmering with a mixture of mockery and profound amusement. "I have peeked into his soul, and I have seen the threads of fate bound to him. Out of the fourteen soulmates this child is destined to have, we happen to be two of them."
The Chinese lady flinched, her absolute composure cracking for the very first time.
Amon, on the other hand, stood completely still, a vein throbbing on his forehead. "Fourteen?" The mental erosion from their presence was still scraping at his brain, but this piece of information threatened to give him an entirely different kind of aneurysm.
"Cut the crap," the Chinese lady retorted, her voice icy but betraying a hint of genuine disturbance. "Me, the Primordial Beast of Maternity, having a destined mortal soulmate? Absolute absurdity."
"It is the absolute truth," the nun replied, her smile widening into something almost cat-like. "Do remember that I am the very embodiment of desire itself. Peeking into the conceptual framework of attraction and seeing who someone is destined to is but a child's play for me~"
. . .
The atmosphere inside the Headmistress's grand office was suffocating, thick with the residual pressure of entities that did not belong to this plane of existence.
Emilia Von Crown, Jacqueline Augustus, and Victoria Jackson all sat in a tense semi-circle. Their eyes bounced erratically between Amon—who sat perfectly composed despite the dried blood on his collar—and the two towering, otherworldly women flanking him like dark, mythic guardians. The stark contrast between the tight-dressed, pink-eyed Primordial Beast of Desire and the elegantly robed, deep-purple-horned Primordial Beast of Maternity left the room in a state of absolute, paralysed disbelief.
"Let me get this entirely straight," Emilia began, leaning forward across her heavy mahogany desk. Her sharp eyes locked onto her son, her standard maternal composure completely shattered. "During a baseline freshman familiar summoning evaluation conducted by Professor Celestia... you somehow manifested two legendary Primordial Beasts, and then systematically tamed them into operating as your personal familiars?"
Emilia looked genuinely, profoundly shocked, her voice carrying a rare tremor as she spoke the absurd reality aloud.
"I did not actively desire to summon either of them," Amon replied, his tone perfectly level as he calmly corrected his mother. "They were manifested purely because of my 'amazing' luck, and they subsequently tethered themselves to my soul as familiars entirely without my consent."
"How... How is this even possible..." Jacqueline muttered, staring blankly down at the polished surface of the table. Her expression was a chaotic, profound mix of shock and existential confusion.
"I knew your son was an anomaly, Emilia, but I certainly didn't expect him to casually manifest world-ending calamities and turn them into familiars," Victoria laughed aloud, though the sound was fueled entirely by the sheer, unadulterated absurdity of the situation. She shook her head, leaning back in her chair. "Honestly, at this point, I don't even know how to react to him anymore."
"You don't have to react," Amon replied, casually reaching up to adjust the fit of his crimson blindfold. "And Mother, on a related note, I threatened Marquess Genius's son because he publicly called me a 'hillbilly' for no reason. As per the foundational royal laws, speaking beratingly of a Grand Duchess's heir without any justifiable reason is a heavily punishable act. I merely enacted a correction."
"Well, I wasn't going to say anything to you regarding that specific matter anyway," Emilia sighed deeply at her son's words, her expression softening into one of slight exasperation. "If anything, I was already planning to formally reprimand the Genius Family for their heir's blatant lack of decorum."
"You don't have to go that far, Mother," Amon softly chuckled, adjusting his uniform as he stood up from his seat and prepared to take his leave.
But before his boots could even click against the floorboards, Emilia blurred through space, instantly appearing directly before him. Her sharp, powerful aura narrowed into something intensely focused.
"You have dried blood on your collar. Why is that?" Emilia's voice instantly turned protective, losing its political detachment as she reached out a slender hand, her fingers lightly tilting his chin to inspect the dark stains on his uniform.
"It is truly nothing to be worried about, Mother," Amon replied, offering a calm, reassuring smile.
He smoothly conjured his dark wand directly into his palm. With a single, elegant flick of his wrist, a minor cleansing spell dissolved the dried blood, making the fabric of his collar pristine once more.
"You don't have to worry yourself over these minor details. You should return to the Grand Duchy and attend to your primary duties. I apologise for forcing you to travel all the way to the academy for such a silly, trivial reason—especially when Headmistress Victoria and my personal attendant, Jacqueline, were already on-site to oversee the situation."