LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 127: Aamon.
Arthur blinked as the notifications appeared in front of him, the text glowing faintly against the backdrop of the arena. He tilted his head, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Huh?" he muttered, his voice barely audible.
He reread the notifications, his mind racing. A second trial? He hadn't expected that. He hadn't even known there were hidden requirements, let alone that he'd fulfilled them.
Sylvaris hissed softly at his side, his glowing eyes fixed on Arthur, sensing his master's sudden shift in focus. The rest of the summons stirred slightly, their post-battle tension fading as they awaited their next command.
Arthur tapped the notification to expand the details, but the system remained cryptic. No additional information appeared.
He frowned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "A second trial... Bonus rewards." His eyes narrowed as he considered the implications.
Participation wasn't mandatory, and failure wouldn't affect the rewards he'd already earned. It was a rare situation—no risk, only potential gain. The system was practically inviting him to take the challenge.
A new prompt appeared before him:
[Would you like to accept?] [Yes|No]
Arthur stared at it for a moment, then smirked faintly. The obvious answer was yes. He had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
But before he committed, there was something he wanted to do first.
Arthur took a deep breath, closing his eyes. The familiar pull of his summoning talent surged within him, drawing his consciousness into the void.
The world around him shifted abruptly, the arena dissolving into a swirling expanse of shadows and light. Arthur opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by countless figures—beasts and monsters he had slain, their forms suspended in an endless expanse, waiting to be chosen.
He scanned the void, his gaze sharp and focused. Among the countless shapes, one stood out like a dark beacon.
The True Demon.
The figure loomed large, its molten veins glowing faintly as it hovered silently in the void. Despite its defeated state, its presence radiated power and malice.
Arthur stepped forward, his expression calm but firm. He reached out, his hand glowing faintly as he activated the summoning command.
"Awaken."
The portal appeared, and soon enough the true demon was on its knee waiting for Arthur's command.
[You have summoned the True Demon. They are now completely and utterly loyal to you. They will do as you instruct them without fail. You have the right to name them.]
A new prompt appeared:
[Would you like to name the 'True Demon'?] [Yes | No]
"Yes. Aamon." Arthur said before a new notification appeared in front of him.
[Name Confirmed. The summoned 'True Demon' is now called 'Aamon.']
Arthur decided to open his new summon's status. It was useful to understand his summons power, to better utilise them in group battles. Had Arthur not known his other summon's powers and abilities, they would not have lasted so long against Aamon.
[Race:] Demon
[ID:] Aamon (Superior-Boss)
[Level:] 11
[Talent:] Demonic Aura (S)
[Health Points:] 150
[Mana Points:] 120
[Magical Damage:] 12
[Phyiscal Damage:] 23
[Damage Resistance:] 15
[Attributes:] Strength 23, Agility 20, Vitality 15, Intelligence 12
[Skills:] Demonic Descent (Epic), Demonic Body (Epic)
[Attribute Points:] 0
[Skill Points:] 0
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<Demonic Descent>
<Rank: Epic>
<Active>
<Description: A signature skill passed down through the demon bloodline. Its potency is directly linked to the purity of the demon's lineage. When activated, the demon's attacking power increases by 15% for five minutes. Cooldown: 1 hour.>
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<Demonic Body>
<Rank: Epic>
<Passive>
<Description: The natural physicality of demons is vastly superior, granting all demons enhanced attributes compared to other races of the same level and grade. This trait further bolsters their dominance in combat.>
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Arthur tilted his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Not bad."
Aamon's stats were solid, with exceptional physical strength and respectable durability. The demon's passive Demonic Body alone made him a formidable tank. Pairing that with Demonic Descent, Aamon had the potential to deal significant damage in short bursts.
Arthur's eyes lingered on the skill descriptions, his thoughts racing. "So far, only the demons seem to have hereditary skills," he mused silently. "I haven't seen any other race with abilities tied to their lineage. Is it unique to them?"
The question lingered in his mind, stirring a flicker of curiosity. If demons alone carried such traits, it spoke volumes about their biological and magical complexity. But if other races did have similar abilities, it was knowledge he had yet to uncover.
His gaze flicked to Aamon, who stood motionless nearby, his fiery eyes still glowing faintly. Despite his earlier arrogance and defeat, the demon now exuded a calm, disciplined aura, awaiting orders like a loyal soldier.
"Alright, time to start the next challenge," he said, his voice steady, though a flicker of anticipation danced in his eyes.
The glowing prompt still hovered in front of him:
[Would you like to accept?] [Yes|No]
Arthur took a deep breath. Before proceeding, he raised his hand and one by one, his loyal summons disappeared back into the sumonning space.
Once the arena was empty, Arthur exhaled slowly, shaking out his hands. "Alright. Let's do this." He pressed Yes.
The arena dissolved around him in an instant. One moment, he was standing on cracked stone surrounded by flickering shadows, and the next, he was...
...somewhere else entirely.
The air smelled sweet, filled with the faint scent of blooming flowers and fresh grass after rain. Arthur blinked, his eyes adjusting to the golden sunlight filtering through the trees overhead. A soft breeze brushed past him, carrying with it the gentle rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds.
He turned slowly, taking in his surroundings.
He was in a garden. Not just any garden—it was lush, vibrant, and impossibly beautiful. The grass underfoot was a vivid green, softer than any carpet.
Wildflowers in every imaginable color dotted the landscape, their petals swaying lightly in the breeze. Towering trees, their trunks wide and gnarled with age, formed a natural canopy overhead, their leaves glowing in hues of emerald and gold.
A small, crystal-clear brook babbled nearby, its water shimmering as it danced over smooth stones. Butterflies flitted lazily from flower to flower, their wings catching the sunlight in flashes of color.
Arthur frowned, scratching the back of his head. "This is... unexpected." He glanced down at his feet, half expecting to see some kind of trapdoor or clue about the trial, but there was nothing. Just grass and flowers.
The scene was almost disarming in its tranquility. It didn't feel like a trial. It felt... peaceful.
Arthur crouched down, running his fingers through the grass. It was cool and soft, and when he lifted his hand, there was the faintest trace of dew. He straightened, tilting his head slightly as a bird darted past, its song light and carefree.
"Alright," he muttered to himself, scanning the area again. "Where's the catch?"
A sound broke through the quiet—a soft, melodic chime that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Arthur turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as he tried to pinpoint the source.
Then a voice spoke, gentle and serene, yet carrying an undeniable feeling of strength.
"Welcome. Future protector. I have been waiting for you..."