SSS-Ranked Summoner: Only I Summon All Heroes And Heroines Of Legend-Chapter 17: Summoners Class

Ding.

[Personal Quest: Defeat Omar Hassan — COMPLETED]

[+1000 XP]

[Current XP: 1800]

[Do you wish to rank up?]

Altair stared at the notification floating in his vision. The system was creating quests based on his actions in real time. He didn’t always have to worry about hunting down specific objectives. Certain actions triggered automatic quests, which meant he could go about his daily routine and still progress.

This was a huge win.

He tapped ’Yes.’

A refreshing sensation washed over him, starting at his chest and spreading outward like cool water through his veins. The dizziness from waking up vanished. The fatigue from yesterday’s trial disappeared entirely. He felt rejuvenated, sharp, alert.

[Rank Up Complete]

[Current XP: 800]

He opened his character template and checked the update to his rank.

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[Name: Altair Elfender]

[Race: Human]

[Class: Summoner]

[Tier: F+]

Mana: 100/100

XP: 800

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A satisfied smile crossed his face before he closed the interface.

His mind drifted to the chaos of his first days at the Academy. The encounter with Fleur, to the trials, then the meeting with Principal Baldwin. He’d barely had time to explore the system properly or understand what he was truly capable of.

Rinnnggggggg.

His alarm blared across the room.

"Shit! I’ll be late."

It was the first summoning class. And he wasn’t missing it for the world.

His eyes darted to the time, already 8:00 AM. Class was scheduled at 9:00. Barely an hour.

Altair hurriedly got ready, grabbed his notebook, and bolted out the door.

8:45 AM.

He arrived fifteen minutes early. Surprisingly, there were still plenty of free tables scattered around the lecture hall. The room was massive, with seats arranged in pairs at each table. An intentional design by Academy management to foster socialization.

The classroom was also neutral ground where house affiliations didn’t matter. Students from all four houses could sit wherever they pleased.

Altair took a seat in the central row of the fifth column to the right. He glanced at the empty seat beside him, his mind immediately going to Finn, who was still hospitalized.

If he was fine, he’d probably ask for this seat.

And honestly, for someone so simple and optimistic, Altair had just realized Finn was actually crazy strong. His mind raced back to the battle between Finn’s summon and Ryka’s A-rank wyvern. It was the relentless pressure that had cornered the wyvern into a frenzy. If Finn hadn’t been attacked, he probably would have won.

After the trials, even the principal had commended the power of this year’s freshmen. He’d said they possessed abilities greater than their years. The noble families had put extra effort into this generation.

Maybe because it was the generation of the Summoner’s War. But still, that was only years from now.

Altair was still deep in thought when...

Knock.

"Hi Altair, can I join you?"

A polite female voice asked.

He looked up and met the crimson eyes of Ryka Drakenheart. She stood before him, clutching a stack of books that made his single notebook look embarrassingly inadequate.

"Uhm, sure." Altair adjusted in his seat even though there was plenty of space.

"Thank you." She sat beside him, and an awkward silence began to settle between them.

"So..." Ryka started.

"Ry..." Altair began at the exact same moment.

They both stopped and chuckled, the embarrassment breaking the tension.

"Okay, you go first." Altair gestured toward her.

"I wanted to ask how Finn was doing."

"He’s recovering. Still hasn’t woken up, but the doctors say he’s stable and healing properly."

"Did they say when he’d be conscious?" she asked, a genuine concern clear in her voice.

"In a few days, but I can’t say for certain." He paused, then pulled out his phone with a warm smile. "If you shared your contact though, you’d be the first to know when he wakes up."

She looked away sheepishly as her cheeks reddened. Altair wasn’t flirting, not really, but she wasn’t used to even the slightest form of interest from a guy.

Ryka accepted the phone, typed in her details, and handed it back to him.

Altair pocketed it and glanced over his shoulder. The class was filling up quickly now, with more freshmen streaming in from all four houses.

His eyes landed on Svenja Hohenzollern, sitting alone in the front row. She looked completely comfortable in her solitude. And again, no one would dare take the seat beside her.

Then he felt eyes on him.

He scanned through the crowd behind him and locked gazes with Omar. The Slykhar student had been staring at him for a moment now with malicious intent, but Altair wasn’t bothered. He scoffed and turned back to Ryka.

"So, how would you rate your experience at Gran-Lusia so far?" Altair asked, opening the door for conversation.

Ryka thought for a moment, tapping her fingers on her notebook. "Honestly? It was going great at first. But right now, its just been overwhelming. I knew the Academy would be intense, but not like this, and then after the trials..." Her voice dropped. "That was terrifying, and embarrassing."

"Embarrassing, I sure can relate to that"

"Yeah, you sure can" She placed her palm over her mouth, fighting back a laugh. "That scene at your summoning..."

She sighed away the laugh.

"Yeah, that scene" Altair affirmed.

Ryka didn’t respond immediately, but the tension in her shoulders had eased.

"I felt pity for you though"

"Really?"

"Just a lil’" she paused "But you still managed to turn that around, I hope I can do the same."

"Sure you will."

A small smile tugged at her lips. It was the first time he’d seen her genuinely smile.

"What about you?" she asked. "How has it been for you?"

Altair shrugged slightly. "I really didn’t have any expectations coming here so, it’s pretty standard"

Ryka stared at him with eyes eager to hear more.

Then.

The door at the front of the hall swung open.

A tall woman in her mid-thirties stepped inside. Her dark hair was pulled into a severe bun, and she wore the Academy’s formal instructor robes, deep brown trimmed with gold thread. Her heels clicked against the floor with sharp, and yet elite steps.

The room went silent immediately, every chatter coming to an abrupt stop.

She reached the front podium, set down a thick journal, and turned to face the class. Her eyes swept across the room slowly, taking note of every student present.

"Good morning. I am Instructor Mary Scathach. You may address me as Instructor Scathach."

The hall remained silent.

"This is Introduction to Summoning Theory. You are freshmen, which means most of you know very little about the mechanics underlying your summons. You’ve bonded with a creature, spirit, or construct, but you do not yet understand why that bond works or how to strengthen it."

She picked up a piece of chalk and turned to the blackboard.