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Anthony remained motionless as the Overseer's words fell into silence, his expression unreadable.

He simply waited, allowing Charles to proceed with his routine.

The space around Charles distorted, rippling like a fractured mirror before two figures emerged.

One was a man, the other a woman.

The man belonged to the goblin race, yet he lacked their typical grotesque features.

His appearance was refined due to his continuous breakthrough in mana ranks, his posture composed, and a sword hung at his waist, hinting at his prowess.

The woman, of a different race, carried herself with quiet elegance.

She was clad in a traditional maid's attire, long white stockings reaching her thighs, a black dress that stopped just above her knees, and a matching black apron layered over it.

Her presence exuded both discipline and mystery.

"Charles-sama, it seems it is your turn to battle once again"

The goblin spoke with measured respect, his tone unwavering as both he and the maid bowed in unison.

Without hesitation, the maid moved into action.

With a graceful wave of her hand, a table and chair materialized before them.

Charles took his seat with practiced ease, his demeanor suggesting familiarity with this routine.

Another wave of the maid's hand, and a steaming teapot along with a delicate teacup appeared.

With fluid precision, she poured a serving of tea, the rich aroma wafting through the air as she presented it to Charles with quiet deference.

After taking a measured sip of tea, Charles turned his gaze toward the goblin and spoke.

"Glug, it's time to move again. This time, your opponent is a human"

Glug nodded in acknowledgment before shifting his attention to Anthony.

The respect that had once adorned his expression faded, replaced by the sharp, unwavering focus of a warrior.

Anthony remained silent.

He had seen this unfold many times before, Charles' routine was predictable.

Rarely did Charles engage in battle himself...well he never did.

Instead, he simply observed, allowing Glug to handle all his opponents.

As a summoner, Charles wielded the ability to call forth powerful beings from different worlds, each bound to his command through mana.

Yet what made Charles truly formidable was the nature of his summons.

Unlike most conjurers whose creatures were weakened upon arrival, those under Charles' command retained their full strength, unhindered, unaltered, and just as formidable as they were in their original worlds.

Then, as if following an unspoken ritual, Anthony too stepped back, a chair materializing beneath him in perfect accordance with Charles' routine.

Anthony remained still, his gaze unwavering as he finally spoke, a single word, or rather, a name.

"Igris"

The shadow behind him twisted unnaturally, rippling like liquid darkness before a figure emerged and knelt at his back.

Igris' presence was imposing yet silent.

A longsword rested at his waist, accompanied by five short knives secured in precise alignment.

His cloak, woven from living shadow, draped over his shoulders, exuding an air of spectral authority.

Anthony's voice was calm, but his words carried weight.

"That goblin is your target"

Without hesitation, Igris inclined his head in acknowledgment.

Rising smoothly, he strode forward with measured steps, stopping only when he stood directly before Glug.

"Hoo... Anthony, you're a summoner as well?"

Charles asked, his gaze fixed on Igris, studying him with keen interest.

"Not really. Just one or two tricks up my sleeve"

Anthony replied, his expression unwavering.

Charles chuckled at the response, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Then, without warning, space twisted once more, rippling like a shattered mirror.

In an instant, hundreds of beings materialized around them.

Among them were ferocious monsters, towering wolves with eyes like embers, apes with sinewy muscles and razor-sharp claws.

Skeleton warriors stood with eerie stillness, their hollow sockets brimming with unnatural light.

Others bore striking resemblances to humans yet possessed inhuman traits, bi-pedaled creatures with reptilian scales, towering lycanthropes whose presence radiated raw, primal menace.

Anthony smirked as the shadow beneath his feet surged outward, spreading like an unrelenting tide.

It unfurled across the battlefield, rippling like a living abyss, swallowing the ground in its inky embrace.

He didn't need to utter a command, his will alone was enough.

From the darkness, figures emerged, each stepping forth with silent authority.

Beru. George. Unknown. Bellion.

And countless others followed.

(Read Chapter 10 again if you don't remember George and Unknown)

The moment they took their positions, an unspoken tension gripped the battlefield.

The opposing forces wasted no time, both armies instantly unleashed their auras, the sheer force of their presence colliding like a storm, distorting the air itself.
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The weakest among them stood at the Emperor Rank, a level of power that could shake nations.

Yet even they were overshadowed by the strongest beings present, those who had ascended to the near mythical Transcendent Rank.

The ground trembled.

The sky darkened.

A battle of monsters was about to begin.

The shadow soldiers under Anthony had not only benefited from the boundless resources granted by his system but had also spent over a century cultivating within the Divine Realm.

These two factors had propelled their strength to unimaginable heights.

As their auras surged forth, the sheer pressure distorted the very fabric of the battlefield.

Glass shattered into countless fragments, buildings groaned under the unseen force, and the once solid paved roads buckled and cracked, unable to withstand the overwhelming presence.

Beru's voice rang out, cold and laced with a deadly intent that seemed to freeze the air itself.

"How dare you bare your fangs at my liege? Your lives shall be the price for this insult"

A moment later, Bellion's voice echoed, his tone unnervingly calm, yet carrying a chilling weight of agreement.

"For once, I agree with you"

The battlefield grew still for a brief moment, as if even the universe itself held its breath.

Unlike the spirits summoned by others, who, upon death, returned to their spiritual realms, their essence endlessly replenished by the very world itself, the beings summoned by Charles were bound by a far crueler fate.

Once slain, they would not rise again.

Death for them was absolute, eternal, and without reprieve.

The stakes had never been clearer: this battle would not be won without sacrifice.

Both armies stood resolute, their commanders stationed behind them, waiting like storm clouds on the horizon.

Then, as though moved by a single, unseen command, both sides erupted into motion.

Their bodies blurred, lightning fast, and shockwaves radiated outward as they collided in a fury of raw power.

Buildings crumbled, reduced to rubble in the wake of their clash.

Yet, unlike the others, Beru did not engage with the summoned beings.

His eyes locked onto Charles, and in an instant, he surged forward, his claws elongating with deadly precision as he aimed for Charles' neck.

But before the attack could connect, the maid, silent and unflinching, intervened.

Her hand shot out, catching Beru's wrist with an unyielding grip.

"You shall not go any further"

Her voice was like ice, cutting through the chaos.

The two locked eyes, their full focus and intent concentrated on one another.

The air between them thickened with tension.

Then, with a chilling calmness, the maid spoke again.

"Battle Mode, Activate"

In the blink of an eye, her attire shifted.

Her maid uniform transformed into a dark, flexible armor that radiated an unsettling aura, as if the very shadows whispered around her.

In her hands, two gleaming daggers appeared, their edges shimmering with ominous power.

With a flash of blinding darkness, Beru and the maid vanished from sight, leaving only the echoes of their departure in the aftermath.

On the sidelines, Charles and Anthony exchanged a silent gaze.

No words were necessary; their eyes conveyed everything as the sounds of battle reverberated around them.