I Summon Female Knights

With the seventy-two-hour window before the rift in Hiwo would reach critical instability, Raphael knew better than to charge blindly into a subterranean vault filled with void entities. Strength without form was merely raw force, and against intangible horrors that fed on unrefined mana, precision was everything.

Sitting cross-legged on the cool floor of his Jiston room, Raphael summoned the item hovering in his inventory space.

A heavy, leather-bound volume materialized in his hands. The cover was forged from a dark, slate-like material, inscribed with silver and obsidian runic filigree that pulsed with a faint, hypnotic rhythm.

[ITEM ACTIVATION: DUAL-WEAPON MASTERY MANUAL]

- Status: Unbound

- Instruction: Select two weapon classifications to permanently integrate into your Sovereign Neural Pathways.

- Warning: Once chosen, these paths will dictate the foundational architecture of your martial authority.

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Raphael didn’t hesitate. He had already contemplated his natural physical proportions: his towering six-foot-five frame, his broad shoulders, and the immense kinetic output generated by his Sovereign’s Veil. Small daggers or light rapiers would waste the overwhelming physical presence he now commanded. He needed weapons that matched the brutal, unyielding nature of a ruler who broke momentum and shattered frontlines.

’Greatsword,’ Raphael decided, his mind locking onto the choice. ’And the Battle Axe.’

The Greatsword offered supreme reach, defensive parrying arcs, and sweeping cleaves that could control broad battlefields. The Battle Axe provided unmitigated, concentrated armor-crushing leverage, a weapon designed to hook shields, cleave through hardened carapaces, and deliver absolute, brutal execution.

He had asked this from the system prior to this. So, he had already made his choice on it. The moment he finalized his choice in his mind, the dark runes on the manual’s cover flared with a brilliant, silvery-violet light.

[SELECTION CONFIRMED!]

- Primary Weapon Path: Greatsword

- Secondary Weapon Path: Battle Axe

[Manual Architecture: Divided into Five Sequential Tiers of Mastery]

- Tier 1: The Mind, Body, and Soul Alignment (Theoretical Comprehension)

- Tier 2: Foundational Stance & Weight Redistribution

- Tier 3: Veil-Infused Flow & Kinetic Transition

- Tier 4: Dual-Wielding Spatial Geometry

- Tier 5: Sovereign Execution Arts

[TIER 1 INITIATED]

- Requirement: Internalize the philosophical and spiritual weight of both weapons. Align your neural pathways to process dual-weapon weight distribution simultaneously.

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Raphael closed his eyes as a wave of dense, theoretical knowledge flooded his mind, not as raw text, but as vivid, spatial concepts, biomechanical equations, and spiritual principles.

The manual was not merely a list of physical swings; Tier 1 was a rigorous mental and spiritual recalibration. It demanded that his mind perceive a greatsword not as a heavy slab of metal, but as an extension of his spine, a lever of continuous momentum. Simultaneously, it required his soul to treat the battle axe not as a simple hacking tool, but as a concentrated fulcrum of directional gravity and brutal, hook-and-cleave hookwork.

To master both at once required his brain to split its spatial awareness into two distinct, harmonized streams of thought, one half managing fluid, circular defense and sweeping reach, the other calculating aggressive, devastating leverage and close-quarters crushing force.

Recognizing the depth of the trial, Raphael didn’t attempt to force the process in his cramped physical apartment. With a subtle pulse of his core, he shifted his physical form, stepping through the dimensional threshold and appearing directly in the Throne Room.

The vast black-glass floor reflected the cold, ambient twilight of the sanctuary. The giant obsidian throne stood high on the marble dais, its silver runes glowing softly.

Raphael walked to the center of the hall and sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes once more. He allowed his consciousness to sink deep into the first tier of the manual, letting the theoretical concepts rewire his perception.

Vanessa materialized nearby, her dark robes falling silently around her feet. She held her relic-staff loosely at her side, her cold violet eyes observing him with absolute, quiet vigilance. She recognized the nature of the state he was entering, a deep mental alignment that left a cultivator’s spiritual core exposed as it expanded to absorb new concepts.

”Do not rush the alignment, Sovereign,” Vanessa whispered, her voice carrying across the silent hall like a gentle breeze. ”A greatsword demands a mind like a mountain. A battle axe demands a heart like a storm. To hold both in a single soul requires you to become the sky that encompasses both.”

Raphael heard her words, integrating them into his meditation.

Inside his mind’s eye, two distinct spectral weapons floated in a void of pure violet energy. On his left, a massive, double-edged greatsword, broad, imposing, and perfectly balanced. On his right, a heavy, single-headed battle axe with a curved beard and a vicious reverse spike.

Normally, a mortal warrior wielding two such heavy, unwieldy weapons would suffer from conflicting momentum, clashing weight centers, and split concentration. But Raphael’s compatibility with the system exceeded one hundred percent. His neural processing speed was already superhuman, allowing him to process complex spatial variables in microseconds.

He began the alignment process.

He opened his internal mana pathways, letting the pure, unrefined authority of his core flow into the concepts. He felt his nervous system twitch and adapt. Biomechanical data burned into his muscle memory: how to shift his weight off his back heel to swing a greatsword without losing the leverage needed to plant his forward foot for an axe strike; how to use the momentum of a missed sword cleave to pivot his hips and drive the axe bit directly through an enemy’s guard.

Sweat began to bead on Raphael’s forehead, glistening under the dim violet light of the hall. The mental exertion was staggering. It felt as though his consciousness were being pulled in two opposite directions, stretching his soul to accommodate two entirely different philosophies of violence.

Hours bled into the quiet darkness of the sanctuary.

Vanessa stood like a dark statue, never taking her eyes off him. Whenever the mana around Raphael grew volatile or flickered erratically due to the intense mental strain, she subtly raised her staff, channeling a soothing, stabilizing aura that smoothed out the turbulent energy before it could disrupt his focus.

Suddenly, Raphael’s breathing deepened. The faint tremor in his shoulders stilled completely.

Within his mental void, the two floating weapons ceased to exist as separate entities. They aligned in a perfect, geometric orbit around his central spirit, humming in complete harmony. The greatsword became his guard and sweeping reach; the battle axe became his crushing finish and brutal control.

THUM-THUM.

A deep, spiritual resonance echoed through the Throne Room.

Raphael opened his eyes. His luminous silver irises flashed with an intense, razor-sharp brilliance, ripples of violet light swirling within them with absolute clarity. The heavy, dual-natured aura radiating off his six-foot-five frame was palpable; one side cool, sweeping, and unyielding; the other side heavy, aggressive, and suffocating.

[TIER 1 MASTERY COMPLETED!]

- Mind, Body, and Soul Alignment: 100%

- Effect: Your neural pathways are now fully configured for dual-weapon processing. You can wield a Greatsword and Battle Axe simultaneously with zero mental lag or clashing momentum.

[Tier 2 Unlocked: Foundational Stance & Weight Redistribution (Ready for Physical Execution)]

Raphael stood up smoothly, stretching his broad shoulders. He felt no fatigue, only a profound, crystal-clear understanding of weapon geometry that felt as natural to him as his own limbs.

He turned his gaze toward Vanessa, who offered a low, reverent bow, a subtle glint of pride shining in her violet eyes.

”Tier one is complete,” Raphael said, his deep baritone carrying a cold, quiet confidence that filled the cavernous hall. ”Tomorrow...”

”It’s already been three days...” Vanessa said, causing Raphael to look at her in confusion, the words registering slowly in his mind.

”... I’ve been here for three days?!”

”Yes. But don’t worry. The rift is still hidden, and I managed to make it stable. We have at most a week more before it becomes unstable.”

”That’s more than enough. I just have to increase my output.”

With that, Raphael exited the throne room to a room stinking like faeces.