Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons-Chapter 395: A new summon. Jax.

No. No, no, no—

Arthur closed his fist.

Jax’s organs gave up simultaneously under impossible pressure. Heart, lungs, liver, kidneys—all compressed beyond their capacity to function.

Death came without pain, without understanding, without dignity.

Arthur didn’t bother with torture or extended suffering. He had neither time nor inclination for such a thing.

"Awaken," Arthur spoke, activating his primordial summoning talent.

Time for a new summon.

A dark portal materialised beneath Jax’s corpse, shadows reaching up like hungry fingers. The body was consumed completely, drawn into dimensional space where his primordial talent worked its impossible magic.

Seconds later, the portal regurgitated its passenger. Jax emerged exactly as he had been—same face, same body, same memories. But his eyes now held absolute loyalty where arrogance once lived.

The reborn soldier immediately dropped to one knee, his head bowed in submission.

[You have summoned the Level 2 Human, Jax. He is completely and utterly loyal to you. He will do as you order him.]

[Would you like to name him?]

The original name works fine.

"No," Arthur replied to the system prompt.

Jax remained kneeling, awaiting orders from his master with the patience of the perfectly loyal. Death had stripped away ego, pride, and independence, leaving only service. freēnovelkiss.com

He’s much better than the original.

Arthur studied his newest summons with satisfaction. A military officer with insider knowledge and absolute loyalty.

He is going to be a useful tool. Although he isn’t high in the rankings, he will be a decent first spy.

"Stand up, Jax." Arthur’s command was casual.

The reborn soldier rose smoothly, his movements precise and controlled. "How may I serve, Master?"

Arthur placed his hands on his chin as he considered his next plans. Having a military insider with legitimate credentials would open countless opportunities.

Time to put him to work.

"First, I need you to tell me a few things."

As Jax responded to Arthur’s questions, something was happening outside.

...

Gates watched the military squad; he could tell that their getting increasingly agitated, and that would make them do something stupid.

The five soldiers stood in tight formation near their helicopter, weapons ready, while their eyes tracked Gate’s team that had levelled up several times from the free experience points they were receiving.

Dave positioned himself beside Gates, his Shapeshifter ability active. His current form was that of a wolf; he looked like a certain mutant that was famous for his high regeneration rate.

Several other awakened personnel maintained their positions around the building’s perimeter.

They’re getting restless. Gate’s thought.

"Captain’s been in there too long," one soldier muttered, checking his watch. "In scenarios like these, protocol says fifteen minutes maximum for initial contact."

Another soldier adjusted his grip on his sword. "Something’s wrong. We should have heard from him by now. Do you think that man did something to Captain Jax?"

The squad’s communications specialist activated his radio, static crackling through the speakers.

"Captain Jax, please respond. Status report requested."

Silence.

No response came through the encrypted channel.

"That’s it," the squad’s second-in-command declared. "We’re going in. Form up for building entry."

Here we go.

Gates stepped forward, his business suit looking absurdly formal against the backdrop of fighting around him.

Dave and three other awakened followed, their weapons clearly visible.

"Gentlemen," Gates called out calmly. "Is there a problem? Do you need anything to drink? Tea? Coffee?"

The military squad turned as one, their reflexes bringing weapons to bear on the new targets.

"Where’s our captain?" the second-in-command snapped. "He went in six minutes ago. He should be out by now—there’s nothing in there worth discussing that would take this long."

Stress makes minutes feel like hours. I need to calm them down.

"Calm down. Your captain is fine," Gates replied smoothly. "He and our leader are discussing important matters. Military business, you understand."

Dave stepped forward, his perception reading the soldiers’ body language.

"They’re having a productive conversation about cooperation between our forces, things like this could take up to hours. Six minutes are nothing."

The communications specialist tried his radio again, static filling the air between them.

"Still no response from our captain. That’s not normal."

"Look," the second-in-command’s voice carried growing hostility. "I don’t know what kind of operation you’re running here, but we’re not leaving without our commanding officer."

Gates maintained his composure despite the growing tension. "I understand your concern. However, rushing in with weapons drawn might—"

"Might what?" another soldier interrupted. "Interrupt whatever you are trying to do to him?"

Dave’s instincts screamed warnings as the military squad’s formation shifted to combat style.

"Nobody’s done anything to anyone," Gates insisted. "This is a misunderstanding that can be resolved peacefully."

The second-in-command’s patience evaporated completely.

"Misunderstanding? Our captain enters your building and disappears. Our communications go dead. You expect us to just wait around?"

"Move aside," he commanded, raising his weapon. "We’re conducting a welfare check on our officer."

Gates exchanged glances with Dave, silent communication passing between them. Neither wanted a firefight, but they couldn’t allow military personnel to storm the building where Arthur was conducting sensitive operations.

Arthur clearly wants them alive for a reason. Had he wanted a fight, they would’ve been dead long ago...I need to stop them without fighting.

"Let’s calm down, shall we? Your captain has disappeared, but so has ours. Secondly, the connections are probably dead because of the spatial distortions from the rifts."

"But ours clearly works; it’s only our captains. What games are you trying to play?" One of the soldiers said with a frown on his face.

Gates did not back down, finding a reasonable answer almost immediately. His status as one of the richest didn’t come without good talking skills.

"Your communication works because you’re close together," Gates explained, voice calm but firm. "Your leader, however, is separated from the group. That kind of distance would naturally cause interference. His comms failing doesn’t mean something’s wrong—it just means he’s too far."

The soldiers exchanged glances. Some looked uncertain, others sceptical, but none backed down.

"We’re still going in," the second-in-command said, voice steady. "There’s no harm in checking. This is a standard procedure."

Gates sighed, a hint of genuine regret in his expression. "I’m afraid I can’t allow that."

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