Chapter 52: The Moonlit Blood of Frexia: Prelude to the Crimson Arena "Huu…" Ryan Reckmoon exhaled a breath heavy with calculation, his brows furrowed as he examined his reflection in the mirror. The glow of his Dioki-infused eyes shimmered faintly beneath the surface of his irises, flickering with restless energy. Name: Ryan Reckmoon Level: 25 Race: Human Quality: Basic (High) He had clawed his way up to the 'Good' quality tier before summoning Sphinx. But the blood price he paid — his Dioki drained, sacrificed to summon something not of this world — had shattered that progress. He had fallen back to 'Basic' again. The last time he absorbed a Dioki core, he hit 'Good' again at Level 30. That was the threshold where Sphinx had awakened his second form — and it was no coincidence. The cost of such power, and what it truly meant to summon beasts of the divine tier, was now written

Chapter 54: The Circle of Thrones and the Sword of JudgmentRyan’s pupils dilated the moment the six stepped forward, their presence enough to eclipse even the thrum of Dioki in the air. This wasn’t just a student council—they were legends cloaked in mortal guise.A low murmur spread among the gathered students like ripples on glass.“L-Look… that's her.”At the head stood a tall woman with flowing blond hair like woven sunlight and eyes that gleamed molten gold. Every step she took seemed choreographed by the gods—graceful, regal, otherworldly. Her uniform shimmered slightly, embroidered with runes and golden thread.“That's her… the famed student council president,” whispered one of the younger students, eyes wide with awe. “Princess Flora Vietta Ezelia of the Azilia Kingdom… the First Princess. She actually summoned an Ancient Spirit.”Ryan tensed. That name—Ezelia—commanded respect even in kingdoms beyond Frexia. Rumors claim

Chapter 56: Not an Ambush, But a Warning Beneath the Moonsteel Trees Ryan opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the Dioki haze that blurred his vision. The pressure around him immediately sharpened his senses—three silhouettes encircled him, each pulsing with the energy of summoned familiars. The momentary silence was a lie. A calm before a stupidly loud storm. He didn’t need to glance twice to recognize one of them—John, top-ranked bastard in their division. The other two? Vague echoes in his memory. Faces that never earned real estate in his brain. "Three, huh?" Ryan mumbled, his voice dry. His gaze slid across their familiars—a hulking orc with boulder-like fists, a snarling hobgoblin with twin cleavers, and a nimble satyr twirling a dagger like a conductor of war. Not one of them bore a trace of a wolf’s bloodline, which meant his Sphinx’s aura wouldn’t screw with them like it did Landark. John sneered, twirling a Dioki

Chapter 58: Stop Her — The Sword That Sings in Blood and WindOn the western edge of Frexia Forest, the clearing reeked of ozone and sweat. Ryan sheathed his blade with a detached grace, the sharp whisper of steel sliding into its scabbard barely audible beneath the rustle of disturbed foliage. All around him lay scraps of cloth and torn student headbands, fluttering like the remnants of a fallen banner.“As expected of Ryan,” one student muttered with an awkward grin, clapping as if trying to drown his unease. “Thanks to you, we crushed them.”“That’s right,” added the other, nodding. “If we push straight through this route, we’ll reach the goal way faster than anyone else.”Ryan’s eyes remained distant. He wanted to scoff. These two had attached themselves to him not out of camaraderie, but convenience. Tagalongs. Leeches riding his strength to challenge the likes of Author. He gave them no response but a curt, “Move.”...Else

Chapter 60: "Clash Beneath the Crimson Sky: Ryan vs Noelle"Ryan groaned as he picked himself up from the cracked training ground. Dust clung to his uniform, and a sharp sting pulsed across his ribs from where Noelle’s kick had landed. Sphinx and Anubis snarled at his side, their auras flaring with fury. Neither of them had anticipated being outpaced so utterly — they hadn’t even sensed her strike until it had landed. That stung more than the bruises."She’s fast. Too fast," Ryan thought, wiping blood from the corner of his lip. Dioki shimmered faintly around Noelle’s form — a distorted mirage of pressure and brilliance, so intense it was painful to look at.Noelle stood calmly, her face devoid of remorse. Her blade glinted in the low light, and her black combat skirt fluttered with each shift of wind. “That proposal,” she said, “still stands. You spar with me now. If you prove yourself, you can accompany me on the next mission.”Ryan's jaw clench