Awakening with two legendary Summons-Chapter 50: Summoner Rivet’s plan

It was nightfall on the foreign planet, and the sky burned a dull shade of violet—a strange hue only seen in alien skies. The students, exhausted and weary from their day of exploration and battle, had retreated into their dormitories. The air outside was quiet, unsettlingly still, as though the planet itself was holding its breath. But inside the military base, the personnel were hard at work.

Their task was grim—counting. Counting the number of students who had entered the planet’s surface and had not returned.

Those who had failed to check back in before the night alarms rang were not given the benefit of the doubt. No search parties, no hopeful broadcasts. They were instead added to the growing list of casualties. Marked as perished. Written off as lost on the very first day.

By the time the data was compiled and cross-checked, the total had reached twenty. Twenty confirmed dead.

There were still many students alive, and by the standards of war, twenty was not a massive loss. But for the first day? It sent chills down everyone’s spines.

Agent Tom sat by one of the many desks, helping with data logistics. His hand rested beneath his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the names on the list.

"These deaths are a lot... and the identity of some students here doesn’t warrant stuff like that happening," he muttered, turning toward a colleague beside him.

Among the fallen were several advanced students—ones with Mythic summons, those with elite training, those expected to survive anything thrown at them. Yet they’d fallen.

"Don’t get all dreamy, Tom," the other man scoffed, sorting through some documents, "We know these students. They probably tried killing each other and suffered for it. That’s students for you."

There was an uncomfortable truth to his words.

Despite the Academy’s strict ban on infighting during missions, students were reckless. Prideful. Many believed they were invincible. Rules weren’t laws—they were suggestions. And in this kind of high-stakes environment, even a moment of arrogance could turn fatal.

Agent Tom didn’t reply. He just sighed, pressed his lips into a thin line, and passed the folder to the next processing officer.

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Morning broke with a blaze of alien light seeping through the metallic window blinds. The sun here was fierce, its heat penetrating even through the thick base walls. Students rose with aching muscles and drooping eyelids. Their bodies were sore from battle, their minds haunted by images of the previous day.

Most barely got any sleep. The military beds were as stiff as iron slabs, and the rooms—hot, stuffy, and barely ventilated—offered no comfort. Many had been forced to strip down to their last pieces of clothing, or none at all, just to avoid heatstroke during the night.

The only silver lining was that every student had their own quarters. Privacy. A small mercy in a harsh world.

Kairos sat upright on his bed, already dressed, sweat still clinging to his back. He stared at the screen of his phone, scrolling through the digital map displayed there. He was marking areas that had been flagged for high Apex beast activity.

He needed those cores.

But his thoughts drifted to why he was trying his best to get stronger.

And questions began to glow in... What if someone found out the truth of his summons? What if someone learned that he was the one who had killed Mike? That he also had two summons?

The consequences were unimaginable. There were no excuses for murder. The only answer to problems like these was strength—raw, undeniable strength.

He shook his head, pushing the thoughts away, just as a sharp knock rattled his door.

"Hey man, it’s already morning. Let’s go!" Darnell’s voice called from outside.

Kairos stood quickly, slipping on his storage ring, tightening his gauntlets, and glancing around the room to make sure he hadn’t left anything behind.

He opened the door, revealing Darnell and Carlos waiting for him, both fully suited up and geared for the day.

"You’re usually the first one up and ready. What’s with the slow start?" Darnell frowned.

Carlos gave a small nod in agreement, though he said nothing. In his mind, it had to be something about Kairos’ summon—or maybe something else entirely. Something he didn’t understand.

"Let’s head to the cafeteria. Rumor has it they’ll be revealing the scores from yesterday’s hunt and ranking us right there."

Kairos shut the door behind him and fell in step with the others. As they walked, Darnell filled the silence with wild stories about a bizarre dream he had, which Carlos instantly mocked and criticized. The laughter between them, despite everything, made them feel human again. It reminded them of their early days at the Academy.

When they finally reached the cafeteria, reality set back in. The building was smaller than what they were used to, tighter and more claustrophobic. It bore a crude resemblance to the Academy’s own food hall, but this place lacked any warmth or spirit.

The food was served by a stern-faced woman behind the counter. It looked like something meant for convicts—grayish in color, unidentifiable in texture, and altogether unpleasant. But when Kairos took his first bite, it surprised him. Not good, but not the worst thing he’d ever tasted.

The same couldn’t be said for Carlos and Darnell, both of whom looked like they were about to vomit.

Still, they ate. Because going hungry in this place was worse.

Cheap storage rings were forbidden from storing food. It would turn poisonous due to elemental contamination, and no one was foolish enough to test that rule.

After their meals, they stayed in their seats like everyone else. No one moved. All eyes were glued to the futuristic large screen mounted at the front of the cafeteria.

Everyone was waiting for the beast core rankings.

It was the same format they’d seen back at Titanfang during summon evaluations. A massive screen would display the top ten teams and their collected cores. Glory for the strong. Shame for the rest.

Kaela and Lina eventually joined them, offering quick greetings before sliding into empty seats beside the boys.

"I just hope we get first place with the number of cores we gathered!" Lina grinned, her arms crossed confidently on the table.

Everyone around her nodded in agreement. They all wanted the same thing.

Kairos remembered what Sergeant Henry had said—only the top ten teams would be allowed to keep a portion of their beast cores for personal use. And he needed those. With enough, he could craft better gear, improve his gauntlets, maybe even get something truly valuable.

The screen finally flickered to life.

Names began to scroll across it, glowing white letters on a black background. The cafeteria fell completely silent, the air thick with anticipation.

Kairos’ eyes widened as the list appeared. His heart skipped.

"We’re ranked second!" Darnell exclaimed, leaping from his seat, nearly knocking over his tray in excitement.

They had gathered seventy-four cores—two more than the third-place team.

Clearly, their strategy of hunting weaker beasts in bulk had paid off.

Around them, other students groaned, hissed, or simply stared in quiet defeat. Not every team had made the board. For some, it was a moment of shame.

Kairos, out of curiosity, looked up at the first-place team.

One hundred and fifty cores.

It was absurd.

"Are they harvesting cores from rocks or what?" he muttered under his breath. Then his eyes caught the name.

"Team King Rivet."

"Team King Rivet?" Darnell burst into laughter. "And you people say our name is dumb!"

Carlos didn’t laugh. He was staring at Kairos, whose posture had tensed. His expression darkened.

No one needed to ask. This was personal.

Just then, as if summoned by their thoughts, Rivet himself strolled over.

His smug face said everything.

He slammed a hand onto their table and locked eyes with Kairos.

"Looks like I took first place. Just like my older brother told me I would," he sneered. "First place means free Abyssal Ranked cores from the base, too if you don’t know that secret."

His words dripped with venom. He wasn’t just gloating—he was poking the bear.

Then, with a mocking smile, he turned to leave.

"See you in today’s hunt," he called over his shoulder.

Darnell clenched his fists, furious. "That guy always gets on my nerves."

Kairos didn’t speak. He kept calm, but inside, something twisted. His senses sharpened—his gut told him something was wrong about Rivet. Something dangerous. But he couldn’t quite figure it out.

Rivet, walking away, wore the brightest smile on the planet.

Because today... today was the day he would execute his plan.

***Authors note***

This is the end of volume one, as volume two begins I will need all your support. Thanks for the read.