Awakening with two legendary Summons-Chapter 1: Summoners Primordial push

In the year 2025, the greatest event in human history took place—an event that would transform the world forever. This event was known as the Primordial Push.

It was not an apocalypse in the traditional sense. There were no nuclear wars or economic collapses. Instead, the very fabric of life itself underwent an evolutionary shift. Every living organism on Earth, from the smallest insect to the tallest tree, from the most fragile human to the most resilient predator, experienced an irreversible change. Some called it a blessing, others a curse. Those who could not adapt to the new reality perished, their bodies unable to withstand the force of evolution. But for those who survived, life as they knew it would never be the same again.

Humanity bore the greatest transformation of all. The Primordial Push unlocked something deep within their genetic code, something ancient and forgotten. They became known as Talent Awakened or Summoners—individuals with the ability to summon powerful creatures, beings that defied logic and ranged from the mundane to the mythical. These summons were classified into various ranks, from the ordinary to the legendary, with some rumored to be divine.

At first, mankind saw this as an opportunity—a gift from the universe to usher in a new era of prosperity. But as with all things, where there is light, darkness follows. Soon after the world had begun to embrace these newfound abilities, an unforeseen catastrophe struck. Humanity was no longer alone.

A new race of monsters arrived, not from the depths of the Earth or the darkest corners of the ocean, but from the vast unknown of space. They came with destruction in their wake, an invasion that no one had been prepared for. The First Great World War began, a war that lasted for nearly fifty years. Humanity and its alien invaders fought with everything they had, and when the bloodshed became unbearable, an agreement was finally reached. The aliens were forced to leave, but the scars of war remained, etched into the very bones of civilization.

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The aftermath was devastating. Governments crumbled under the weight of their losses. Cities lay in ruins, civilizations fractured, and from the ashes of the old world, new power structures emerged. The Special Military Force was created, designed to protect humanity from further extraterrestrial threats. But even as peace was restored, humanity found a new enemy among themselves.

Factions rose, groups that sought to establish dominance over the weakened world. Those with power seized control, and the elite Noble Families were born. They were the few who had survived the war with enough resources and influence to shape the new world order. They controlled territories, dictated laws, and decided who lived in comfort and who suffered in poverty. The strong flourished, while the weak were left to struggle.

It became a world where one's worth was determined by a single day. The day of the Summoner's Test.

This was why thousands had gathered inside the enormous testing facility. The massive structure, owned and operated by the military, was positioned in every town and city to assess those on the brink of awakening their summoning abilities. It was here that hopefuls displayed their potential, vying for recognition from the military or, if they were lucky, one of the powerful factions.

Despite being a military-run facility, neither the military nor the factions attended the assessments in person. Instead, they observed through countless surveillance cameras positioned throughout the testing grounds. Lower-ranking officers monitored the events, analyzing the raw footage and selecting candidates with promise. Those deemed worthy would have their results uploaded for the higher-ups to review. It was a simple system, one that allowed only the best to rise.

The tension inside the hall was suffocating.

Hundreds of young men and women stood in clusters, some whispering among themselves, others clutching their hands together in silent prayers. The air was thick with anxiety, the kind that crawled under the skin and gnawed at the soul. For many, this was the single most important day of their lives.

What if I don't get accepted by a faction?

What if my summoning is too weak?

No. I can't fail. Mom and Dad have sacrificed everything for me. I won't let them down!

Fear. Determination. Desperation. The emotions swirled in the room like a storm, each individual drowning in their own thoughts. But amidst the chaos, there was one who stood apart.

Leaning against a wall at the far end of the hall, Kairos Veyl watched the crowd with an unreadable expression. The blue hood of his sweater was pulled over his head, shadowing his face. His long jeans hung loosely, and his sneakers, though worn, still served their purpose. Unlike the others, he did not fidget. He did not pace. His arms remained crossed, and his gaze swept over the crowd with an eerie calmness.

He knew many of them, but not in the way friends knew each other. He recognized those who carried confidence, those who knew they would be scouted. He saw the ones who had potential but were too paralyzed by fear. He noticed the desperate, the ones clinging to false hope. And then, there was him.

Kairos did not see the need for fear.

When his time came, he would do his best. Whether it was enough or not, that decision rested in the hands of another human being—a person no different from himself. Worrying would change nothing. So he waited, silent and still.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, the doors at the far end of the hall slid open with a mechanical hiss.

A woman stepped forward, her posture stiff, her face unreadable. In her outstretched hand, a holographic screen flickered to life. She scanned its contents before finally speaking.

"Class 4-C, please follow me."

The atmosphere tensed. The moment of truth had begun.

A portion of the crowd broke away, stepping forward hesitantly at first, then with a growing sense of purpose. They were all within the same age range—eighteen to nineteen—young adults standing at the threshold of their futures.

As the group moved forward, Kairos pushed himself off the wall. His movements were unhurried, his breathing steady. He adjusted his hood slightly, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he followed from behind.

It's finally my turn.