2026-03-16 16:15:56The crack of the slap echoed across the plaza. The girl stumbled and fell, hitting the stone ground hard. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she touched her reddening face.
"You worthless piece of garbage!" John screamed, his voice breaking with rage and shame. "You're supposed to be my summon! You're supposed to be powerful! What are you?! Nothing!"
"Mr. Klein!" Professor Walsh stepped forward, his voice sharp. "That is unacceptable behavior toward a summoned—"
"Stay out of this!" Victor Klein roared, moving to stand beside his son. His eyes, however, remained fixed on Harry's angel with naked greed. "My son is understandably upset. He expected better from the Klein bloodline."
"Better than that bastard got, you mean," John spat, glaring at Harry with pure hatred. "How dare you! How dare you summon something better than me! You're nobody! You're the son of a whore! You don't deserve that angel!"
Elder Margaret's eyes gleamed as she glided forward, her cane clicking against the stone. A sinister smile spread across her aged face—the smile of a predator who'd spotted wounded prey.
"This is quite the situation," she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Professor Walsh, I believe we need to discuss the technical aspects of this summoning."
Professor Walsh's brow furrowed. "I'm not sure what you mean, Elder Klein."
"Well," she continued, her smile widening, "my grandson has been officially expelled from the family, has he not?"
"Yes, but—"
"And everything he has achieved through the Klein bloodline, every advantage and power that comes from our noble heritage, was only possible because of our family's lineage, correct?"
"That's... technically true, but—"
"Then anything gained through that bloodline belongs to the Klein family," Elder Margaret announced triumphantly. "Including the angel he summoned. After all, the summoning ceremony works by calling forth beasts compatible with one's bloodline. Since the bloodline is ours, so is its result."
Harry's entire body began to tremble—not with fear, but with rage so intense it threatened to consume him. His voice came out with anger. "You can't... that's not..."
"According to the old laws," Elder Margaret continued, ignoring him, "a summoned beast must sign a contract with its summoner before the bond is official. Until that contract is signed, ownership can be transferred. Is this not correct, Professor?"
Professor Walsh's face had gone grim. "Legally, yes, but—"
"Then it's settled!" Victor Klein declared, pointing at Harry. "Boy, you will relinquish that angel to my son immediately. Hand her over, you ungrateful cur! After everything this family has done for you, keeping you fed and housed for eighteen years, this is the least you can do!"
"Fed?!" Harry's voice cracked. "You gave me scraps! You worked me like a slave! You—"
"Shut your mouth!" John screamed. "Give me that angel right now, you piece of filth! Give her to me, or I'll—"
"Enough!" Professor Walsh's voice cut through the chaos. "While transfer before contract is technically legal, coercion and violence are strictly forbidden by federal law. I cannot allow this to proceed under these circumstances."
Elder Margaret's smile never wavered. "Coercion, Professor? We're simply stating facts. That boy is now penniless, with no home and no resources. An angel of Legendary rank requires vast amounts of resources—special food, training facilities, living quarters. Without the Klein family's wealth and support, how exactly does he plan to care for her? She'll starve within a month."
"The old woman's right," someone in the crowd muttered.
"What's he going to do, feed her table scraps?"
"Poor angel, stuck with that loser."
Harry's hands clenched into fists. His mind raced, searching for a way out, any way to—
"Silence."
The single word cut through the noise like a blade of ice.
The angel behind Harry stepped forward, her six wings spreading wider. Her beautiful face was utterly cold, her eyes filled with an arrogance that made even Elder Margaret step back instinctively.
"You dare speak of contracts and ownership as if you have any say in my choice?" The angel's voice was frigid, each word precisely enunciated. "How presumptuous. How utterly pathetic."
"Now wait just a—" Victor began.
"I am Seraphiel," the angel continued, her gaze sweeping across the Klein family with obvious disdain. "Fifth Order Seraph. And I will inform you ignorant mortals of something you seem to have forgotten. Long ago, the Archangel Michael made a covenant with the Klein ancestor. We would answer the call of the Klein bloodline, yes—but only the pure-blooded heirs. Only those of legitimate lineage."
Harry's face went pale. The words hit him like physical blows.
Harry frowned and said loudly, “You can’t choose them, Seraphiel. I know your flaw, I’m the only one who can help you! You’re not truly at the Legendary rank—”
Before he could finish, John cut him off.
He burst out laughing, full of mockery. “Not truly Legendary? Harry, did the shock break your brain? Since when are you some kind of beast expert?”
“Mr. Warsh has already confirmed it—Miss Seraphiel is a genuine Legendary Archangel. Are you trying to belittle her and trick her into choosing you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You think a lie like that will work? You’re way too naive.”
Seraphiel looked at Harry with clear disdain. “And you think you’re qualified to judge my rank?”
“I know exactly what I am. I am a true Legendary angel. With enough resources, I’ll become the strongest in the world.”
“What can you offer me? Don’t tell me it’s stale bread and moldy beans.”
“There’s no way I’d become the strongest angel eating garbage like that.”
Harry quickly said, “I’m not lying—your holy power—”
“Shut up!” John roared. “I won’t allow you to slander the Archangel!”
Then his expression instantly changed. He turned to Seraphiel with a flattering smile and said eagerly, “Please don’t mind that lunatic. Summoned beasts have the right to choose their master—go ahead and make your decision.”
"Yes," Seraphiel said, not even glancing at Harry. Her eyes remained fixed on John, and slowly, deliberately, she smiled. "I will sign a contract with the pure-blooded Klein heir. As was agreed. As has always been the law."
John's expression transformed in an instant—from humiliation to absolute triumph. He threw back his head and laughed, the sound echoing across the silent plaza.
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The first was a young woman standing near the window with her arms crossed and her weight balanced on her back foot, the posture of someone who assessed threats before she assessed people. Sienna Reyes. Her hair was cut short, practical, and her eyes carried the patient stillness of deep water. Behind her, barely visible in the room's dim light, a shape shimmered, her contracted beast, a Frost Ice Phoenix called Frostwing, whose aura radiated cold so controlled that it never quite reached the furniture but made the air taste like winter.The second was a young man sprawled across two chairs with his boots on the table and his hands behind his head, radiating the kind of confidence that usually preceded a spectacular failure. Damon Ellery. Tall, broad shouldered, with the build of someone whose beast did most of the fighting while he did most of the talking. His War Treant stood behind him like a living fortress, bark skinned and massive, its root system curling across the stone floor.
CHAPTER 79 PART 1
Harry had not finished folding his second shirt when the knock came.It was not a knock that waited for permission. The door opened three seconds later, and Elias Cho stood in the frame looking like a man who had slept exactly zero hours and made peace with that fact."General Cole is outside. You leave in four minutes."Harry looked at the half packed bag on his bed, then at Rose, who was already standing with the hammer materialized and her posture perfectly composed, as if she had known this was coming before the door opened."Four minutes," Harry repeated."Three now," Elias corrected, and disappeared.They were in the air before Harry's brain fully caught up with his body.General Cole's guardian beast defied every reference point Harry possessed. The system panel flickered when he tried to scan it, returning fragmented data that amounted to almost nothing, a name, Skyrender, and a classification so heavily redacted that the display looked like a page of blacked out text. The cre
CHAPTER 78
Red markers highlighted completed sections, forming an almost continuous line across the map. Almost."Every other section has been conquered. Military forces cleared them over the past decade at significant cost in lives and resources. But one section remains open." Cole enlarged a single point on the map, a pulsing gray marker surrounded by red. "This node sits at the most critical junction in the entire defense network. Without it, the barrier has a gap. And through that gap, Outer Domain demons enter our territory every single day."Harry studied the marker. "Why hasn't the military closed it?""Because the Land of Trial at this node is classified as Abyssal difficulty. The highest tier recognized." Cole's voice carried the weight of someone who had lost people to those words. "And because Abyssal Trials impose entry restrictions that no amount of military force can circumvent. Specifically, this one requires a team of exactly three Beast Masters, all at Awakening Tier Five or belo
CHAPTER 77
The Southern Command Mansion corridors smelled like polished stone and authority. Elias Cho walked two steps ahead of Harry, his posture so rigid that it looked painful, as if the man's spine had been replaced with an iron rod somewhere between the plaza and the front entrance. He had not spoken a single word since they left the ceremony grounds.Harry followed in silence, Rose walking beside him with the hammer dismissed and her hands folded behind her back. She had sensed the shift in atmosphere the moment they crossed the mansion's threshold and adjusted accordingly, pulling her aura inward until she radiated nothing more threatening than a well dressed young woman with unusual eyes.Elias stopped before a set of heavy oak doors, knocked twice, and stepped aside."Through here, Mr. Klein. They're expecting you."Harry pushed the doors open and read the room in two seconds.City Lord Marcus White stood near the window, hands clasped behind his back, occupying the kind of position a m
CHAPTER 76 PART 2
Beside him, Seraphiel had gone very still. While everyone else had been watching the rankings climb from the bottom, she had been scanning the entire list from top to bottom, searching for one specific name. She had checked every position from last place to second.Harry Klein's name was not on the list.Which meant it could only be in one place.The screen resolved its final line.First Place: Harry Klein. 42,600 points. Potential Evaluation: SSS.The plaza did not erupt. It detonated.Noise crashed from every direction at once as hundreds of voices collided in shock and disbelief. Students grabbed each other's arms and pointed at the screen. Spectators who had been leaning against walls pushed forward to get a closer look. Someone near the front dropped their drink, and the glass shattered on the stone without anyone noticing."Forty two thousand?""That's five figures. That's a five figure score.""Count the digits again. Count them again!""Is that real? Is that actually real?""S
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The white light spat them back into the city plaza like the Trial Space was glad to be rid of them.Harry blinked against the sudden brightness of open sky after hours of fog and crimson shadow. Rose materialized beside him, hammer resting casually on her shoulder, looking no worse than someone returning from an afternoon stroll. The plaza was already crowded, hundreds of students and spectators milling around the massive display screen mounted above the registration platform, waiting for results to populate.Harry barely had time to orient himself before a figure cut through the crowd toward him with the kind of urgency that turned heads.Elias Cho looked like a man who had sprinted from the monitoring station to the plaza without stopping to catch his breath. His uniform was rumpled, his hair disheveled, and a coffee stain darkened the left toe of his boot. But his eyes were electric, burning with the kind of energy that bureaucrats were not supposed to possess."Harry Klein." Elias
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