Awakening with two legendary Summons-Chapter 99: The Inventor summoner event

It was nighttime over Titanfang, and a gentle breeze swept across the academy’s sky-high towers. The entire campus buzzed with life and excitement, the atmosphere brimming with energy. Most of the students and visitors had gathered at the colossal stadium that loomed over the academy grounds—a structure built to house events of monumental scale, and tonight was one of those occasions.

Kairos and his friends arrived rather late. By the time they stepped into the open entranceway of the arena, most of the seats were already filled with spectators from all walks of life. Students from Titanfang were everywhere, but it was clear many had also arrived from distant factions, their uniforms and badges bearing unfamiliar insignias. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Finding seats was almost impossible. It was as though every available inch had already been claimed. They weaved through the aisles, eyes scanning desperately. The crowd’s chatter and the music echoing from the platform below made the task even harder.

Eventually, after what felt like a never-ending search, they found three unoccupied seats at the far back of the stadium. The view was distant but clear—the full arena stretched out below them, illuminated by floating crystal lights and technology unknown to most.

Kairos sat at the end of the row, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. There was tension in his shoulders. He couldn’t ignore the scale of it all—the sheer number of people. His eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed a section where the audience appeared more organized, disciplined even. Rows of middle-aged men and women, all in distinct military uniforms, sat watching quietly, their gazes sharper than most.

His eyes shifted again, drawn to a separate, elevated balcony—far above and with only five chairs. This was the VIP section.

There, seated comfortably and with a commanding presence, were three figures in heavy military coats. The Generals. Next to them sat a woman with elegance and strength etched into her posture—Zhendeya. Her presence sparked a sudden uproar from the crowd. Applause, whistles, and excited screams erupted as she lifted her hand and waved kindly at the sea of faces below. Her smile was gentle, yet carried the weight of her legend.

Kairos stared at her, entranced.

He could feel it now—the thrill of the festival, pulsing through his veins like fire. It was his first time witnessing anything of this magnitude, and despite his initial nerves, it was exhilarating.

"Take this," Carlos said suddenly, offering a small plastic smoothie, the cup sweating slightly in his grip.

Kairos blinked, then took it shyly. He’d never seen anything like this before. His eyes studied the strange little straw poking from the lid. Not wanting to stand out, he waited until the other two took a sip before mimicking them.

Placing his mouth around the straw, he took a tentative sip.

The taste that followed made his eyes widen. Sweet. Cold. Incredibly smooth.

’Wow, this is so nice... Where has this been all my life?’

He asked himself, quietly enjoying the rare moment of normalcy.

But then, from below, a voice boomed through the air—commanding and vibrant.

"Hello, one and all! Welcome to this grand celebration, honoring none other than the mighty Zhendeya!"

The announcer stood on the central platform, dressed in vibrant red with gold-trimmed cuffs, speaking into a floating metallic orb that hovered like a sentient microphone.

He continued, listing Zhendeya’s achievements. Each sentence added another layer of awe around her reputation. As Kairos listened, he held his breath. It was hard not to. The tales of what she’d done were incredible—battles fought, monsters subdued, wars tilted in humanity’s favor with her alone.

She was more than a celebrity.

She was a force of nature.

Kairos’s eyes narrowed as he thought, ’How strong am I compared to her?’

The question hung in the air, and then the system’s voice replied coldly within him.

[If you were to ever fight, she would ultimately destroy you. Her summon’s ability, though mostly hidden, surpasses yours by an immeasurable degree.]

The reply was brutal, unforgiving, and direct.

Kairos sat in silence for a moment, eyes fixed on the platform. The thought of generals battling one another now filled his mind. What level of destruction would that cause? What powers would they unleash?

Before his thoughts could spiral further, a sudden chime rang out, followed by an announcement.

"The first event will now begin: the crafting competition!"

Kairos’s heart skipped. This was it—the event Melvin was participating in.

He leaned forward in his seat, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

A group of students began to walk onto the platform. Cheers erupted from the crowd, many recognizing their favorites or representatives of their factions. Kairos narrowed his eyes, enhancing his vision using the subtle enhancements of his body. Though they sat far, he could now make out each face clearly.

There—Melvin. Dressed in sleek black with a pair of polished goggles atop his head. He exuded confidence, and Kairos could tell why.

The announcer called out the names of each contestant and mentioned their academic year. Only one of them was a first-year, and it was evident from the way he moved—hesitant, uncertain. The others, all older, stood proudly.

Each student moved to a designated table. These were lined up neatly on the platform, each equipped with some basic tools. Contestants were allowed to use either the provided materials or bring their own.

When everyone was in position, a loud bell chimed—signaling the start.

Immediately, Melvin extended his hand, and with a shimmer of light, materials poured from his ring space onto the table before him. He wasted no time, his hands moving quickly, precisely. But he wasn’t alone—Kairos noticed subtle movements, as though an invisible hand was helping him. Some unseen force aided Melvin in piecing things together.

The crowd watched in awe, and before long, the floating cameras—capturing every angle—focused primarily on two students: Melvin, and another older student whose crafting techniques were equally mesmerizing.

Kairos bit his lip.

At first, he’d been sure of Melvin’s victory. But now... he wasn’t so certain. The other contestant was good—very good.

The thirty minutes flew by, each moment gripping in its own right. The tension didn’t fade—it grew, especially as Melvin and the other continued to innovate at a pace few could match.

Finally, the bell rang once more. Time was up.

Melvin had just finished—barely on time. The other had wrapped up moments earlier. The rest, especially the first-year, hadn’t even come close to completing their inventions. They were automatically disqualified.

"Now, let’s meet the inventors of our top two crafts!" the announcer declared, his voice riding the wind with confidence.

He walked toward the two finalists, the metallic orb floating beside him.

"Hello! Please, tell us your name and what you’ve crafted for us."

"I am Nathan, of the second years," the other contestant spoke first. "And this is my invention—the Beast Stopper."

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the stadium. Nathan stepped forward, revealing a metallic orb in his palm. He summoned his beast—a large panther with six glaring eyes and a sleek black body, muscles rippling beneath its fur.

Then, he activated the orb. Purple energy ropes burst out, clamping tightly onto the summon’s body. The creature roared and thrashed, but the device held strong. Then, with a command word, the orb retracted and the beast vanished.

Thunderous applause followed. Even Kairos couldn’t help but be impressed.

Then it was Melvin’s turn.

"And you, please—what do you have for us?"

Melvin hesitated, realizing he hadn’t thought of a name.

"A ring," he said simply, raising the object between two fingers.

Silence.

The announcer blinked, staring at him from head to toe, wondering if this was a joke. But then he saw the glint of the ring and knew it wasn’t.

"Well then," the announcer said with a raised brow, stepping back. "Please demonstrate your invention."

Melvin looked at him seriously.

"How powerful is your summon?"

The announcer frowned. "I am a Grade Three summoner, with an advanced-level summon."

"Perfect," Melvin said, placing the ring on his finger.

He raised his hand, as though preparing to block an incoming blow.

"Hit me in the face," he said, "with the full power of your integration."

The crowd gasped. Even the announcer staggered slightly. This... this was insane.

He looked up toward the generals. But they simply watched, amused and intrigued.

"Very well," the announcer muttered, tightening his stance. If the boy wanted to be embarrassed, so be it.

He charged forward, vanishing for a blink in speed. And then—he struck.

Or... tried to.

His fist stopped inches before Melvin’s face. Not because he missed, but because an invisible force caught it mid-air. Blue energy shimmered, and blood spilled from the announcer’s knuckles.

He staggered back, stunned.

"What the hell is this?" he whispered, pain dancing behind his eyes.

Kairos grinned. Even he hadn’t known the shield was that strong.

Melvin stepped forward, his voice calm, composed.

"Despite not finishing all modifications, this material is strong enough to block a Grade Three Summoner’s full blow. It can resist beast attacks. But more than that—it holds the potential to revolutionize space travel."

The crowd leaned in, silent.

"With this ring, time jumps between galaxies can be made safely. No more fear of colliding with objects at light-speed. No more fatal impacts. With this ring, the fear of injury... might just disappear from humanity’s future."

The stadium exploded in applause.

And Kairos, staring down at his friend, knew one thing.

Melvin had won.