Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons-Chapter 411: Charlotte’s Diagnosis.

Earth was no longer a place where isolated power could thrive. Survival demanded a collective rise in capability, even if that meant empowering people outside his direct influence. Those uncommon items became tools of survival, not just for individuals, but for humanity as a whole.

The people he was giving the items to might protect someone with an immense talent by chance, and that person would become a pillar to humanity.

Arthur knew that Earth still hadn’t shown its champion, the SS-rank that was meant to help it against the force of evil. freewebnøvel_com

As for him, he was an anomaly. He didn’t see himself as Earth’s champion.

Arthur understood that real leadership wasn’t just about building his own legacy—it was about preparing the world for the battle to come. Some of these people might later become his enemies, but so be it; they would just be stepped on by him.

Sarah hefted a rare-ranked sword that was filled with energy. "This equipment... It’s worth fortunes."

"Not anymore, in the new world order, loyalty and capability matter more than mere dollars," Arthur replied.

It was the economic paradigm shift.

Marcus examined an uncommon shield that glowed with enchantments. "How do we evaluate potential recruits?"

"Trust your instincts. Combat performance, tactical thinking, and willingness to follow orders. The same qualities that brought you here."

Pattern recognition through experience.

The fifteen new guild members began distributing the items that Arthur had given them.

Arthur turned toward Aetherion, who had been flying around the guild hall in circles.

"I’ll be back," he announced to the assembled group.

"Take me to Jasmine."

The void dragon’s eyes sparkled with renewed enthusiasm. "Visit time! We are going to visit big sister!"

Reality began shifting around them as Aetherion prepared for another dimensional journey.

Time to check on Charlotte’s condition.

The guild hall faded as Arthur prepared for the most important conversation of his life.

Everything depends on what Jasmine discovered.

Arthur materialized in Village #419’s central plaza, the familiar stone buildings appearing around him like memories made manifest.

But something felt wrong.

It’s too quiet. It seems like most players are not here.

The village that had once bustled with player activity now resembled a ghost town. Empty stress, almost abandoned. The training grounds lay silent, practice weapons rusting in the afternoon sun.

His eyes detected movement signs from the inn district—clusters of energy signatures that radiated despair rather than hope. Through reinforced windows, Arthur glimpsed figures hunched over tankards of ale, their postures speaking of decisions that haunted them.

Those people inside the inn were players. They were drowning their sorrows, clearly having made choices they regret.

The merge had forced impossible decisions on everyone. Stay and fight unknown threats, or flee from Earth where family waited.

Many had chosen loved ones over levels, whilst many also chose the opposite.

Arthur’s spatial manipulation carried him toward the mayor’s building, where Jasmine waited with news that could reshape his understanding of everything.

Time for some more detailed answers.

He expanded his aura deliberately, letting his aura pressure wash over the building like invisible fog. The sensation was unmistakable—anyone with powerful senses like Jasmine would recognise his presence immediately.

Moments later, the building’s heavy doors opened. Jasmine emerged, her golden-silver eyes reflecting concern that made Arthur’s chest tighten with anticipation.

That expression. Something’s wrong.

"Arthur." Her voice carried relief mixed with urgency. "Thank goodness you’re here."

Relief? Or is it something else?

"How is she?" The question escaped before conscious thought could filter it.

Jasmine’s pause stretched like eternity. "She’s stable. But we need to talk. Privately."

Stable. Not healed. Not recovered. Stable.

Arthur followed her through corridors that seemed narrower than memory suggested. Each step carried weight that felt like a mountain pressed against his enhanced body.

The mayor’s private quarters had been converted into a medical facility. Charlotte lay on a comfortable bed in peaceful suspension.

Charlotte...

Arthur’s eyes studied Charlotte’s face without fail. Charlotte’s breathing remained steady but shallow. Her skin held colour that spoke of improvement, but she was still not healed.

This meant one thing: Jasmine was clearly unable to help Charlotte at the moment.

"Sit down," Jasmine said gently, gesturing toward a chair beside the bed.

Arthur remained standing, his eyes containing emotions that flickered every now and then.

"Tell me."

He didn’t want any delays, no cushioning for the answer. He just wanted the hard-earned truth.

Jasmine’s expression grew grave. "She’s not sick, Arthur. She never was."

"So you were right." He muttered.

"Yes, like I said before. The cancer diagnosis was wrong. Charlotte’s condition stems from something known as magical overload. Where the body can’t contain the power building inside the cells."

Arthur’s world tilted sideways. "Power? What power? She has just awakened recently. Are you sure that this is the problem?"

Charlotte got sick before the merge by months. How could it be related to power building inside the cells?

"She has mana concentration levels that should be impossible for newly awakened humans. Her cellular structure is burning itself out trying to process energy that belongs in creatures that are far beyond her limit. The mana quality and density she possesses is so incredibly high that I think it’s higher than legendary rank creatures...and I can feel it increasing gradually."

Higher than legendary-rank creature? Charlotte? How? That’s Impossible.

"This doesn’t make sense," Arthur said, his voice tightening. "Charlotte got sick before the merge, Jasmine! What are you talking about? This can’t be possible."

He paced a few steps, then stopped, staring at her with disbelief etched across his face.

"If your diagnosis is correct, that means Charlotte had already awakened her talent before Armageddon even appeared on Earth. Before the system, before the ring, before any of this started. How could that be possible?"

Jasmine didn’t speak at first. She just looked at Arthur, her expression unreadable, her eyes dark with thought. The silence between them stretched for a while, heavy with the weight of unravelling the truths.

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