SSS Awakening: Creating Primordial Beasts To Be My Summons-Chapter 6: First Baptism

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Name: Cohen Bennett

Race: Human

Age: 21

Level: 2 [32/400 EXP]

Class: Priest of Primordial [Mythic]

Talent: Baptism [SSS]

Stats:

[Strength: 13+]

[Agility: 11+]

[Endurance: 12+]

[Intelligence: 50+]

[Mana: 167/500]

[Stat Points: 8]

[NP: 4500]

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After repositioning away from the battlefield and cleaning most of the blood off with a prepared rag, Cohen read through his status panel.

’So the stat boon of this class is that I have the freedom to allocate all my obtained points.

’That works too I guess.’

He looked at his eight points, thinking about what build he should follow.

Over the years, builds have accumulated plenty of research material, so people know what they’re getting into.

’Null Aura already gives me the foundation of a fighter. I just have to build on it.’

Cohen reviewed his class skills and traits, forming a clearer idea of his path.

’A summoner... and then there’s the line in the class description that says The Priest is a pioneer.’

He made up his mind.

The build of choice was Hybrid Fighter, one that had a flexible combat style, mainly building on agility and endurance.

Then, depending on the awakened, they choose Strength or Intelligence to prioritize after those two. Most picked Intelligence, making this build’s main flaw its lack of raw power.

’But with Null Aura and the Baptised, I’ll get support for my raw power.’

Hybrid Fighter builds were known for their versatility—but they were also infamous for mediocrity if built poorly.

Cohen didn’t mind. Flexibility mattered more than specialization right now.

He smiled widely, his hands clicking his screen.

[Agility: 11 → 15]

[Endurance: 12 → 16]

A faint warmth spread through his body as the system finalized the stat allocation.

’With the risks I plan to take, Endurance should be sufficiently high.’

Concluding this, Cohen was ready to move on to the next victim.

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After a while of moving around in the safer outskirts of the forest, Cohen was standing on a tree branch, scouting.

He had only encountered two more level 5 lizards and two level 4 boars; all in the common rank.

This pushed him close to halfway through Level 2.

But as time went by, the session was about to start.

’I underestimated how many beasts I could find, even with the Perception of Grays.’

Cohen shifted his view towards a distant part of the forest with sparse trees.

’I guess it’s time to get my first Baptised.’ 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Cohen dropped down from the branch, moving with renewed focus toward a place that could be considered the most dangerous in the outskirts.

He knew of a large, natural waterhole—more like a deep pond fed by an underground stream—where the forest floor sloped away and the earth was constantly damp.

The waterhole was rumored to connect to the deep underground currents that eventually met the ocean, occasionally pulling in more dangerous, deep-sea aberrations.

The danger wasn’t immediate, but lingering near the water’s edge for too long was asking for trouble.

He was looking for Slimes, usually at level 7-15, that sometimes appeared near the water source.

They would be perfect test subjects for his Baptism Talent.

They were weaker than their levels allowed and they were the easiest monsters to capture without injuring them much.

Cohen reached the waterhole, a blue, still pool surrounded by mossy stones.

The air here was colder, the humidity thick.

He scanned the edges, his Perception of Grays sweeping the twenty-meter radius.

He detected the usual low-level aquatic insects and some stronger monsters in the waters.

’All these EXP and I can’t hunt them because the battle will attract worse monsters.’

Hissing slowly, Cohen continued his search.

The forest grew quieter the longer he searched, the sounds of insects fading into the damp air.

Still no Slimes of the caliber he needed. The ones he detected were less than level 7.

’Still nothing.’

He was about to turn to another edge of the waterhole when a cold, prickly feeling pierced the edge of his perception.

It wasn’t the ambient life energy of the forest; it was focused, external—the unmistakable sense of being watched.

Cohen froze, not moving his head, but letting his heightened senses triangulate the source.

It was low to the ground, almost blending into the gray-green moss covering a large submerged rock at the water’s edge.

Then, his eyes finally registered.

Sitting partially on the rock, a creature unlike any slime he had seen before observed him.

It was perfectly spherical, about the size of a large melon, and entirely achromatic—a pure, soft gray that seemed to absorb the light.

It didn’t look menacing.

In fact, its two, large pseudopod eyes watched Cohen’s movements with an expression that could only be described as cute and curious.

It bounced from left to right, watching as Cohen surveyed the region.

’What type of slime is that?’ he wondered as he slowly moved toward the creature.

When he reached the required radius, he used the system’s Inspect feature.

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Race: Spit Slime

Tier: Rare

Level: 10

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After getting closer and seeing that it didn’t move, Cohen walked forward more boldly and spoke to it.

"Hello, there. Nice to meet you."

As if understanding his words, the Slime bounced up and down in positive response.

"Oh, you look cute."

He finally reached the slime, stretching his hand to pat the monster.

’Indeed. Slimes are the easiest to tame.’

He willed the system to expand the beast’s information, which took a few seconds to load.

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Race: Split Slime

Tier: Rare

Description: A rare species of slime that rarely attacks unless provoked.

Instead of aggressively hunting prey, it prefers to remain hidden within natural environments, quietly observing and absorbing the surroundings.

The Split Slime stores small stones within its gelatinous body and can launch them with surprising force when threatened.

Traits:

[Stone Storage] – The slime can gather and store small stones within its body without affecting its mobility.

[Stone Spit] – Launches stored stones as high-velocity projectiles to deter or attack threats.

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"A rare beast like yourself would be fit to be the first to follow me."

Putting his left hand to his chest and extending his right hand to the slime, he said.

"Would you like to follow the Path of Primordial, those that are null, the Grays amongst black and white, the path beyond normal comprehension?"

The slime stopped bouncing, tilting its head as if in consideration.

Cohen stood with the sun at his back, his shadow stretching toward the slime while his yellow eyes gleamed faintly in the light.

The slime stretched up a bit, as if opening its mouth in awe.

Part of its blob expanded and stretched to Cohen’s hand.

’The idea of acting out your skill to master it... could it be true?’ he laughed inwardly.

Cohen used his Baptism Talent, forming a connection with the slime.

The moment the slime’s pseudopod touched Cohen’s outstretched hand, a cold rush of Null Points left his reserve.

[-175 Null Points]

A dense, silvery-gray energy—a simpler version of Cohen’s own Null Aura—coalesced around the Spit Slime.

The air grew heavy, and the slime trembled violently, its gelatinous body rippling like disturbed water.

Its cute, curious eyes widening as its gelatinous form melted and reformed.

It popped up, turning to a deep violet slime with streaks of dim blue running through its mass like veins

Two miniature, perfectly black rifts, no bigger than coins, occupied where its eyes had been.

The system confirmed the change with a quiet notification.

[Baptism Successful.]

[Spit Slime has turned into a Rift Spit Slime.]

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Race: Rift Split Slime

Tier: Epic

Level: 10

Description:

An evolved Split Slime that has mutated through the essence of the Primordial. Instead of merely storing stones, its body now contains a small pocket dimension capable of holding various objects.

Traits:

[Dimensional Storage] – A pocket space within the slime capable of storing almost any non-living object regardless of size relative to the slime.

[Perception of Grays] – Has a spatial awareness of 20M.

Skills:

[Rift Spit] – Opens a temporary spatial gate and launches stored items through it, allowing projectiles to emerge from another nearby location. Range: 15M

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Cohen felt a subtle, almost magnetic connection snap into place, a silent understanding passing between him and the newly Baptised monster.

[You have obtained 3 stat points!]

’At this rate, my face will tear with how much I’m smiling.’