Awakening with two legendary Summons-Chapter 2: Summoners Awakening room

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Chapter 2 - Summoners Awakening room

The grey-haired woman led the way through the facility, her sharp gaze unwavering as she guided the students. From the outside, the structure had seemed compact, yet within, its twisting corridors seemed endless, stretching far beyond what anyone could have predicted.

After numerous turns, they finally arrived at a large, well-lit room that could easily accommodate their entire class. Rows of neatly arranged seats faced a vast glass-like wall, beyond which lay a pristine, white chamber filled with sophisticated testing equipment. The sheer scale of the room left many students in silent awe before hushed murmurs filled the air.

"My brother told me about the White Room," one student whispered excitedly. "It's even more impressive in real life."

"I heard that those who enter can't see through the glass like we do," another added, his voice tinged with unease.

"Wow, I'm feeling way less confident now."

Kairos listened intently, filtering through the chatter for anything useful. Yet, all he sensed from their words was a mix of nervous agitation and thinly veiled bravado. None of it would help him.

The grey-haired woman, who appeared to be in her early thirties, wasted no time. She gestured toward the seats. "Take your places," she commanded firmly.

As the students settled, she studied the digital tablet in her hands before calling the first name.

"Chris Dawnjak."

A boy with striking blonde hair rose from his seat, raising his hand to identify himself. His features were sharp, almost aristocratic, and his confidence was evident in the way he carried himself.

The murmurs grew louder as he made his way forward, earning admiring glances, especially from the girls.

Kairos observed from his seat, mildly intrigued. The average person would feel at least some anxiety at being the first to undergo a life-altering test. Even I would be a little tense, he mused. But let's see if he can actually back up that confidence.

Chris followed the instructor into the White Room. Inside, a team of evaluators, clad in stark white uniforms, awaited him. Their presence made them nearly indistinguishable from their sterile surroundings. A brief exchange followed, though the details were lost behind the soundproof glass.

Then, they led Chris to a large, stone-like pillar at the center of the room.

He placed his hand on it.

For a few moments, nothing happened. The silence in the observation room grew heavy. Whispers of doubt began creeping in among the students.

"Is something wrong?"

"Maybe he's not as strong as he looks."

Kairos, however, remained patient. It's too soon to assume anything.

Then, suddenly, the air inside the White Room shifted. A deep purple mist began to seep from Chris's palm, curling into the air ominously. Gasps filled the room as the vapor rapidly coalesced into a massive, tiger-like beast. Its muscular form radiated raw power, its luminous eyes burning with an almost sentient intelligence.

A mechanical voice rang from the speakers embedded in the walls.

[Ding]

[Successful Awakening]

[Advanced Beast Summon]

The room erupted into a frenzy. Awe. Jealousy. Disbelief. Chris had done the unexpected.

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An Advanced Summoner, Kairos noted. This wasn't just impressive—it was extraordinary. Summoners were categorized based on the strength of their summons, and this was no mere beast.

Whispers surged again, but this time in reverence.

"An advanced summoning right off the bat? No way!"

"This is insane. The first guy is already leagues above us."

Kairos exhaled softly, his expression unreadable. This would serve as an undeniable motivation for the rest of the students—or a crushing weight on their spirits.

After all, Chris's future is now secured. He's set for life.

The Summoning Class hierarchy was well known:

Basic Summons – The weakest, yet still functional.

Intermediate Summons – More powerful, but still not rare.

Advanced Summons – A testament to great potential.

Mythic Summons – Unique and incredibly potent.

Evolving Summons – Rare creatures that grow stronger over time.

Legendary Summons – Unbelievably rare and immensely powerful.

Additionally, a summoner's ability to control their summon was ranked separately:

Rank 1 – Novice level.

Rank 2 – Skilled.

Rank 3 – Highly proficient.

Master – Exceptionally trained.

Grandmaster – A true force to be reckoned with.

King Summoner – A rank only a few in history have attained.

The instructors tested Chris's control, making him command his summon to perform various tasks. He did so effortlessly, earning a Rank 1 assessment before being led back to the observation room, where he rejoined his classmates, basking in admiration.

With his successful display, the next student stepped forward with more confidence than was warranted. But reality was unforgiving. His summon—a bulky, armored beetle—was merely of the Basic tier. The class, once electric with excitement, dimmed.

Then another went. A girl—she achieved an Intermediate summon.

Then another. And another.

One after the next, students took their turns. By the time Kairos's name was called, most of the excitement had dwindled into quiet anticipation. Out of all who had gone, the results were as follows:

Basic Summonings: Eleven.

Intermediate Summonings: Five.

Advanced Summonings: Three.

Mythic Summonings: One.

The grey-haired woman glanced at her tablet as Kairos rose from his seat.

His movements were controlled. Purposeful. Confidence exuded from him, but not the kind born from arrogance. It was the kind that left others questioning what he knew that they didn't.

Some students, who had performed poorly, shot him glares. Others, who were still waiting for their turn, watched with curiosity.

The woman's brows furrowed. Why is he so confident? Her fingers danced over the screen, scanning his profile.

Nothing stood out.

No influential background. No privileged upbringing. In fact, he was one of the poorest students in attendance.

He should be terrified, she thought. Yet... he isn't.

After a moment of contemplation, she dismissed the thought. He's just another hopeful trying to mask his nerves, she concluded. He'll likely be a Basic Summoner like most.

Still, she found herself watching him with an unusual degree of curiosity as she led him toward the White Room.

Kairos followed, stepping forward into the unknown.

His fate awaited him.

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