Starting With an SSS-Rank Goddess Summon!

Silas stood in the dead center of the carnage as the Umbral Basin was deathly quiet once more.

He looked down at the blade of his Tier 1 Silversteel Spirit Sword.

The cheap mythril-dusted metal was already visibly compromised as deep jagged notches lined the cutting edge and a hairline fracture had begun to form near the crossguard after repeatedly slamming into the calcified bone armor of the Mutated Umbral Wolves.

’Durability is already down to 30 over 50...’ Silas thought, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the severe micro-fractures running up the fuller of the blade. ’If I keep swinging this thing at Tier 2 bone plating tomorrow morning, it’s going to snap in half by the third wave. A Lord without a weapon on the front lines is just a glorified target.’

He shifted his gaze upward, bringing up his internal interface.

[Current Balance: 10 UP]

He had the exact resources he needed for the upgrade but as he looked at the ten exhausted women surrounding him, wiping black blood from their splintering shields and iron armor, hesitation crossed his mind.

’Do I hide the System from them?’ Silas pondered with his blue eyes sweeping over the Shieldmaidens and Archers. ’Back in Valoria City, exposing a unique trait or a golden finger would get you kidnapped, tortured, or dissected by the megacorporations but we aren’t there.’

He looked at the towering Ironwood Palisade at his back, and then out at the terrifying darkness of the Unknown Zone stretching endlessly before them.

’They are my summons. They are bound to this territory by the cosmic laws of the Sovereign Realm... They literally can’t betray me, and even if they wanted to, there’s no one out here to sell my secrets to.’ Silas reasoned. ’More importantly, they don’t know what a ’System’ is. To them, this realm operates on raw mana and divine laws. If I hide my power, I’m just a guy with a sword but if I show them an absolute miracle... they won’t question it. They will just believe I possess the supreme authority of a god.’

Silas made his choice. Morale was the ultimate weapon, and he was about to weaponize their awe.

”Vanguard, look at me,” Silas commanded and the ten women immediately snapped to attention.

Even Eluned, who was gracefully wiping a speck of corrosive blood from her flawless cheek, turned her radiant emerald eyes toward him.

Silas held the chipped, damaged Silversteel sword out in front of him with one hand, letting the ambient purple light of the twin moons catch the fractured metal.

”You fought flawlessly... You held the line against Tier 2 beasts without a single casualty...” Silas said. ”But your weapons are basic iron and my sword is already chipping. If we fight the dawn wave like this, we will be crushed by sheer numbers.”

”We will fight with our bare hands if we must, Lord Graves!” Brida shouted fiercely, slamming her fist against her splintering wooden shield.

”You won’t have to,” Silas replied with a small smile touching his lips. ”I told you that we are going to build an empire here but an empire isn’t built on cheap iron. It is forged by the authority of a Lord.”

Silas focused his mind squarely on the glowing golden tab hovering over the weapon in his vision.

[Upgrade System: Would you like to upgrade Tier 1 Silversteel Spirit Sword to Tier 2 Umbral-Forged Mythril Blade?]

[Cost: 10 UP]

’Accept,’ Silas commanded mentally.

The reaction was instantaneous and overwhelmingly violent.

A pillar of incandescent blinding golden light erupted directly from Silas’s palm, completely engulfing the damaged sword.

The magical pressure of the Absolute Upgrade System descending upon the physical realm caused the air to crackle and pop, kicking up a massive shockwave of displaced wind that forced the vanguard to shield their eyes.

”Gods above!” Tamsin gasped, falling back a step as the golden aura illuminated the entire dark forest, banishing the shadows of the Umbral Basin.

Inside the pillar of light, the cheap steel of the blade was being fundamentally restructured at an atomic level.

Silas watched in sheer fascination as the chipped edges melted away like wax.

The dull silver was rapidly replaced by a hyper-dense pitch-black metallic alloy that seemed to actively absorb the surrounding light.

Veins of glowing, pulsating purple mythril mapped themselves across the dark metal, resembling the terrifying cosmic sky of the Unknown Zone itself.

The crossguard thickened, wrapping into a brutal highly practical handguard, while the grip elongated to allow for perfect, balanced two-handed strikes.

When the golden light finally shattered like glass and faded into the ether, a brand-new weapon rested in Silas’s grip.

It was breathtakingly lethal.

[Item: Umbral-Forged Mythril Blade]

[Weapon Tier]: 2 (Rare)

[Description]: A highly lethal blade forged from hyper-dense Umbral Steel and lined with pure conductive mythril... It passively absorbs ambient dark mana, making it devastatingly effective at slicing through heavy bone and natural armor.

[Durability]: 250 / 250

Silas gripped the heavy leather hilt.

’The weight is perfect... It’s heavier than the Silversteel, but with my 20 Vitality, it feels like an extension of my own arm. The durability jumped from 50 to 250. This thing is an absolute monster.’

He swung the blade to the side to test its balance and the Umbral-Forged edge sliced through the air so cleanly it actually created a high-pitched vacuum crack that echoed off the trees.

The ten women of the vanguard stared at the sword in shock.

They had just watched their Lord rewrite physical matter with a mere thought.

He hadn’t used an anvil... He hadn’t chanted an arcane spell... He had simply commanded the universe to give him a better weapon, and the universe had obeyed.

Silas pointed the glowing purple tip of the Umbral-Forged blade directly at the massive, severed head of the wolf he had killed earlier.

”This is my authority,” Silas declared, his voice ringing with absolute finality.

He looked at the awestruck faces of his troops. ”If you fight for me, if you hold the line and bring me the kills, I will not let you fight with splintering wood and rusting iron. Get me the kills, and I will turn your wooden shields into indestructible steel. I will forge your arrows into meteors. No one under my command dies a meaningless death. Do you understand me?”

The morale boost was astronomical. The women didn’t just shout; they roared.

”FOR LORD GRAVES!” the Vanguard screamed in unison, thrusting their iron swords and bows into the air, completely intoxicated by the promise of divine power.

Even Eluned looked at him with an expression of such overwhelming, burning devotion that it could have melted the polar ice caps.

’Hook, line, and sinker...’ Silas thought, highly satisfied as he sheathed the massive black blade.

It slid perfectly into his scabbard, though the weapon was now significantly longer than before.

”Tamsin, status on the Kill Zone!” Silas barked, shifting immediately back into commander mode as the girls began packing the corpses inside.

The Huntress snapped a sharp salute.

”The trenches are dug, my Lord. The deadfalls are rigged using the heavy Ironwood logs but the wolves are tough... the spikes will impale them, but it might not kill them instantly.”

”It doesn’t need to,” Silas said, formulating the final phase of his trap. ’If we just leave them on the spikes, the sheer number of monsters in the dawn wave will eventually crush the traps by using their own dead as a bridge.’

He looked at the Mages.

”Sybil, Oona. Head into the Armored Barracks... In the quartermaster’s corner, there are heavy barrels of military-grade pitch and oil. Roll them out here and douse the trenches. Douse the spikes.”

The girls’ eyes lit up as they realized the sheer brutality of his plan.

”You want to cook them inside their armor,” Oona said with a wicked smile forming on her face.

”Exactly,” Silas nodded. ”If we funnel the wave into the oiled trenches, a single elemental spark from you two will ignite the entire perimeter. It will turn the entrance of our territory into a firewall. Now move!”

The vanguard operated like a well-oiled machine.

While Silas and Eluned kept watch at the edge of the Novice Barrier, the Trap Team hauled the heavy barrels of pitch out from the barracks, sloshing the thick highly flammable liquid into the deep trenches and coating the sharpened wooden spikes they had planted in the earth.

Within thirty minutes, the perimeter directly outside the gates had been transformed from a barren patch of black dirt into a terrifying, highly lethal obstacle course designed specifically to cripple and incinerate anything that tried to breach the doors.

”It is done, Lord Graves...” Tamsin reported, wiping sweat and black dirt from her brow.

”Very good... Everyone, let’s go inside.” Silas ordered.

He waited until all ten women had crossed the threshold before stepping back into his territory himself.

Brida and Vanya immediately grabbed the heavy iron locking bar and slammed it down across the massive Ironwood gates.

CLANG!

”Vanguard, you are dismissed to the Armored Barracks,” Silas addressed his troops. ”You all should rest and recover your stamina... Don’t bother posting a watch; the Novice Barrier will protect us until dawn. When the sun comes up, I want everyone armed and on the walls.”

”Yes, my Lord!” the women chorused, bowing deeply before heading toward the warm brightly lit barracks.

Silas let out a long exhale as the adrenaline of the hunt finally began to bleed out of his system.

The physical exhaustion of the day was finally catching up to him.

The awakening... the core evolution... building the massive territory... and fighting Tier 2 monsters had taken a massive toll on his mind and body.

”Come on,” Silas said softly, turning to Eluned. ”Let’s get some rest.”

Eluned nodded obediently, staying incredibly close to his side as they walked up the slight incline of the courtyard toward the massive, two-story Reinforced Stone Keep.

Silas pushed the heavy double doors open, and they stepped inside then he paused, blinking in genuine surprise.

He hadn’t actually taken the time to inspect the interior of the Keep when he built it.

Because it was a Tier 2 Construct, he had expected a large singular stone hall with a bed thrown in the corner.

Instead, the interior was massive and highly structured.

The first floor featured a sprawling war room with a heavy table, several branching hallways leading to storage pantries, and what looked like an armory room.

A set of sturdy stone stairs led up to the second floor.

’Damn,’ Silas thought, thoroughly impressed as he looked around. ’The Sovereign really doesn’t hold back on Tier 2 blueprints... There are actual guest quarters, a bathing room, and a massive master suite up there.’

As the heavy wooden doors shut behind them, cutting off the ambient purple light of the twin moons outside, the Keep was plunged into thick heavy shadows.

The simple iron sconces on the walls hadn’t been lit yet.

Silas felt Eluned suddenly stop walking.

He turned around.

The SSS-Rank Goddess, the terrifying mythic entity who had effortlessly shattered the ribs of a massive Umbral Wolf with a single kick, was standing frozen near the entrance.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself.

She was visibly trembling with her breath coming out in short shallow gasps as her wide emerald eyes darted around the dark oppressive stone walls of the Keep.

’She’s shivering?’ Silas thought, his brow furrowing in confusion. ’That doesn’t make any sense... The ambient temperature in here is completely stable, and she has 150 Vitality so she doesn’t feel the cold.’

He looked closer.

He didn’t know anything about her backstory but he didn’t need to know the details to recognize the unmistakable look of pure paralyzing trauma.

’It’s the dark..’ Silas realized, his expression softening. ’The enclosed space... She’s terrified of it.’

Silas didn’t say a word. He didn’t tell her to toughen up, he didn’t ask her uncomfortable questions, and he certainly didn’t mock a literal goddess for being afraid of the dark.

He simply walked back over to her, reaching out and gently taking her trembling hand in his. He squeezed it warmly, anchoring her to the present.

Eluned gasped softly with her terrified eyes snapping up to meet his.

”I’ve got you,” Silas said, his voice sounding incredibly soft. ”You aren’t wherever you were before. You’re here... with me.”

Eluned swallowed hard, a single tear slipping down her pale cheek.

”The walls... they are so heavy, my Lord. It feels like the earth is closing in.”

”I know,” Silas said gently, leading her toward the stairs. ”But these walls aren’t a cage... They’re a shield to keep the monsters out and I’m the one holding the key.”

He led her up the stone steps to the second floor, pushing open the heavy oak door to the Lord’s master quarters.

The room was spacious, dominated by a massive heavy timber bed piled with thick furs and wool blankets.

A large window overlooked the courtyard, allowing the golden light of the Novice Barrier to filter in, cutting through the suffocating darkness and illuminating the room.

Eluned practically clung to him. Right now, she wasn’t a weapon. She was just a deeply traumatized woman.

Silas guided her to the edge of the large bed.

”Get some sleep,” Silas told her, pulling back the thick furs.

Eluned looked at him with panic instantly flaring in her eyes.

Her grip on his hand tightened to the point of pain. ”You... you are leaving me? Please, do not leave me alone in here. I will be good. I will be your weapon, just please...”

”Hey, hey,” Silas interrupted softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed right beside her.

He pulled his boots off and set his Umbral-Forged blade against the nightstand within arm’s reach. ”I’m not going anywhere.”

He slid under the heavy blankets, leaning his back against the solid wooden headboard and he opened his arms.

Eluned didn’t hesitate for a fraction of a second. She crawled under the furs, pressing her body flush against his side.

She rested her head entirely on his chest, her silver-green hair spilling over his black hoodie.

The woman wrapped her arms around his waist, holding onto him as if he were a life raft in a violent storm.

Silas wrapped his arm securely around her shoulders, holding her close as he rested his chin lightly on the top of her head.

”You’re safe,” Silas whispered into the quiet room.

He pulled up his digital interface with his free hand, checking the countdown.

[Novice Barrier Duration: 10:12:35]

’Ten hours, huh?’ Silas thought, his eyelids suddenly feeling like they were made of lead.

The sheer comfort of the bed combined with the massive adrenaline crash was overwhelming. ’I just need to rest my eyes for a minute... Just a minute...’

Within seconds, Silas’s breathing slowed. His grip on Eluned remained firm and protective, but his mind finally shut down as he fell into a deep heavy sleep.

Eluned, however, remained awake.

She lay there in the quiet room, listening to the steady beating of his heart beneath her ear.

As a Goddess, a former Spirit of the World Tree, she possessed an innate, unavoidable sensitivity to the souls of mortals.

She could naturally read intent, emotional auras, and the darkest desires of anyone she stood near.

It was a blessing and a curse. In the past, she had sensed the greed and betrayal in the hearts of the Elven Overlords long before they chained her.

Now, lying pressed against the chest of a handsome, powerful young Lord in a dark room, she braced herself.

’What intent does he have for me?’

Eluned tentatively opened her spiritual perception, brushing against Silas’s soul and she froze.

There was sexual intent which was natural and she liked it... Her Lord wanted her but it was little compared to the next one she felt; Eluned was instantly engulfed by a massive overwhelming wave of pure protectiveness.

His soul felt like a blazing golden sun, radiating a fierce, stubborn desire to shield his territory, to protect his vanguard, and to keep her safe from the dark.

It was warm... It was genuine... It was a fiercely loyal soul that had clearly suffered in its own past, yet refused to let anyone under its care suffer now.

A furious burning blush completely consumed Eluned’s pale face. The heat spread all the way to the tips of her slightly pointed ears.

Her heart began to race, hammering against her ribs so loudly she was afraid it would wake him.

He didn’t just see her as a tool... He didn’t see her as a toy... He genuinely, deep down in his very core, wanted to protect her.

Eluned tightened her arms around his waist, burying her burning face deeper into his chest as a profound overwhelming sense of love and devotion swelled.

’You reached into the abyss and pulled me out,’ Eluned thought, her emerald eyes glowing softly in the dim light. ’You do not look at me with greed... You look at me with kindness... I swear it upon the fading roots of Yggdrasil... I will protect you forever.’

The hours bled away in peace.

Outside the Keep, the twin moons of the Sovereign Realm finally sank below the jagged horizon.

The Umbral Basin was cast into absolute pitch-black darkness for a fleeting moment before the bruised-purple sky slowly began to lighten with the approaching dawn.

Inside the Tier 2 Armored Barracks, the vanguard began to stir after some more hours.

Tamsin was the first one up, rolling off her cot and stretching her lean muscles.

She walked over to the heavy iron-banded window, peering out at the golden dome of the Novice Barrier that still covered the courtyard.

”Up and at ’em, girls...” Tamsin called out, grabbing her polished recurve bow. ”The sun is coming up, I guess? I don’t really know.”

Across the room, Brida groaned, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She reached down, instinctively checking the edge of her iron broadsword.

”I can’t believe we actually slept,” Alys muttered, sitting up on her cot and running a hand through her hair. ”We’re in the middle of this place surrounded by very strong monsters, and I slept better than I ever did back home.”

”That’s because we have a real commander,” Vanya chimed in, strapping her leather boots on.

She grinned, tossing a small piece of wood at Alys. ”Did you see the way he turned that cheap sword into a powerful blade? The man is a literal god.”

Fenna, one of the Archers, let out a soft laugh as she adjusted her tunic.

”A god, maybe. But did you see his face when he was fighting? He didn’t even flinch when that wolf charged him.” She leaned back on her cot, a playful smirk crossing her face. ”Honestly? Lord Graves is hotter than every other guy in the town I come from. What about you girls?”