Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 424

Chapter 424: Downtime

The team’s transport touched down on the marble landing platform of Raiju Prime’s palace with barely a whisper, its advanced dampening systems ensuring a silent arrival despite the ship’s massive size.The palace’s towering spires stretched toward the evening sky, their crystalline surfaces catching the last rays of Raiju Prime’s twin suns, but even the majestic architecture couldn’t lift the team’s spirits.

“Home sweet home,” Lucas muttered as they disembarked, his voice carrying no enthusiasm.

The palace staff moved efficiently to unload their gear, but Noah noticed the subdued atmosphere that seemed to permeate even the servants’ movements. News of their empty-handed return had clearly preceded them.

Kaia was waiting in the main reception hall, her dark hair pulled back in a practical ponytail that did little to hide the stress lines around her eyes. The moment she saw their faces, her expression fell.

“Nothing?” she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer.

“Worse than nothing,” Lucy replied, pulling off her travel cloak and handing it to a waiting attendant. “We found evidence of his operations, but we’re always months too late. The 8th is staying ahead of us.”

Kaia’s shoulders slumped. “I haven’t had any luck on my end either. Every contact I’ve reached out to, every black market connection my father and I built over the years—they’re all either dead or too scared to talk. It’s like someone’s been systematically eliminating anyone who might have information.”

The weight of collective failure hung heavy in the ornate hall. Noah looked around at his teammates—at Lucas’s frustrated expression, at Sophie’s dejected posture, at Kelvin’s unusually quiet demeanor. They were supposed to be among the best young soldiers the EDF had to offer, but they felt more like amateurs stumbling around in the dark.

“We need to change our approach,” Uncle Dom said, his voice cutting through the silence. “What we’re doing isn’t working. The 8th has resources and planning that we can’t match with reactive tactics.”

“But what’s the alternative?” Diana asked. “We can’t exactly predict where he’ll strike next if our intelligence networks are compromised.”

The discussion that followed was circular and increasingly frustrated. Every suggestion ran into the same fundamental problem—they were fighting an enemy who seemed to know their capabilities better than they knew his.

Eventually, Lucas called for an end to the strategizing session. “We’re all exhausted,” he said, though Noah could hear the deeper frustration in his voice. “Let’s get some rest and tackle this with fresh minds tomorrow.”

As the team began to disperse, Noah noticed Lucas and Lucy exchanging a meaningful look. There were conversations they needed to have, decisions that couldn’t wait for morning.

—

The east wing of the palace was quieter than the main halls, its corridors designed for privacy rather than ceremony. Lucy led her brother to a small sitting room overlooking the palace gardens, where they could speak without the possibility of being overheard.

“How long can we keep this up?” Lucas asked, slumping into one of the comfortable chairs. “The failed missions, the lack of progress… sooner or later, people are going to start asking questions.”

Lucy poured herself a glass of water from the crystal pitcher on the side table, her movements precise despite her obvious exhaustion. “I’ve managed to keep Father’s disappearance quiet so far,” she said. “The official story is that he’s conducting diplomatic missions in the outer systems. But Raiju Beta and Gamma are starting to ask for direct communication. I can’t keep making excuses forever.”

‘The responsibility of an entire star system,’ Lucas thought, watching his sister’s composed facade. ‘She’s been carrying this burden alone while we’ve been chasing ghosts across the galaxy.’

“And then there’s Vex,” Lucas said frustratingly.

“Still missing. Just like Father.” Lucy’s voice carried a note of bitter irony. “Two kidnappings, same perpetrator, and we’re no closer to finding either of them than we were months ago.”

Lucas leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Lucy, you don’t have to handle this alone. I know I’ve been focused on the missions, but—”

“No.” Lucy’s interruption was firm but not unkind. “You’re exactly where you need to be. The team needs you, and more importantly, you’re our best chance of finding Father and bringing him home. I can manage the political situation here.”

‘She’s grown so much,’ Lucas realized, looking at his sister with new respect. ‘When did the impulsive big sister I used to know become someone capable of running an entire star system?’

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts about the impossible situation they faced. Finally, Lucy stood up, smoothing down her formal dress.

“We’re both too tired to make any real progress tonight,” she said. “Let’s get some rest and approach this fresh tomorrow. The 8th ancestor has had years to plan his operations—we won’t solve this in a single evening.”

Lucas nodded, though part of him wanted to keep pushing, to find some solution that would bring their father home and restore some sense of normalcy to their lives. But Lucy was right—exhaustion was making them less effective, not more determined.

—

The next morning brought clear skies and the kind of crisp air that made Raiju Prime famous throughout the sector. Noah woke feeling somewhat refreshed, though the memory of their mission failures still nagged on his consciousness like a persistent headache.

He found Lucas and Lucy in the palace’s medical wing, standing outside a door marked with various monitoring sensors and defensive systems. Through the transparent window, Noah could see the still form of Queen, Lucas and Lucy’s mother, lying in what appeared to be a state-of-the-art medical stasis pod.

“Any change?” Noah asked quietly, not wanting to intrude on what was clearly a private moment.

“The doctors say her neural activity is stable,” Lucy replied without taking her eyes off her mother’s peaceful face. “But she hasn’t shown any signs of waking up since the attack on the palace.”

Lucas placed a hand on the window, his expression was both a mixture of determination and barely controlled grief. “We’re going to find him, Mom,” he said softly. “We’re going to bring Father home and make sure this never happens again.”

Lucy nodded, echoing her brother’s sentiment. “Just hold on a little longer. We’ll be strong enough to protect everyone, I promise.”

Noah felt like he was intruding on an intensely personal moment, but before he could excuse himself, a palace guard approached with a respectful bow.

“Your Highness,” the guard addressed Lucy, “I have a report from the settlement coordination team. The new facilities for the refugee population are complete and ready for occupation.”

Lucy’s expression immediately shifted from grief to duty. “Thank you, Captain. Please prepare a transport vessel—I’ll need to oversee the relocation personally.”

As the guard departed, Lucy turned to Noah. “Would you mind accompanying me? Your Domain abilities are the only way to transport the refugees efficiently.”

“Of course,” Noah replied immediately. “When do we leave?”

“Within the hour, if that works for you.”

—

The flight to the settlement took them across some of Raiju Prime’s most beautiful countryside—rolling hills covered in crystalline formations that caught and refracted sunlight into spectacular rainbow displays. Noah found himself in the co-pilot’s seat while Lucy handled the transport’s controls.

“Noah,” Lucy said after they’d been flying for about twenty minutes, her voice carrying an unusual note of hesitation. “I owe you an apology.”

Noah glanced at her, surprised. “For what?”

“When we first met, when you and the team came looking for Lucas…” Lucy’s cheeks colored slightly. “I was inappropriate. I knew you were with Sophie, but I pursued you anyway. That was selfish and unfair to both of you.”

‘I remember that,’ Noah thought, recalling Lucy’s bold advances during their first encounter on Raiju Prime. ‘She was definitely forward, but I figured it was just princess confidence.’

“You don’t need to apologize for that,” Noah said. “We were all dealing with a lot of stress, and—”

“No, I do need to apologize,” Lucy interrupted. “I’ve had time to think about it, and I realized that my behavior came from a place of… entitlement, I suppose. I was used to getting what I wanted, and I wanted you without considering how that might affect others.”

Noah wasn’t sure how to respond to such honest self-reflection. Lucy had certainly been persistent during their first meeting, but he’d never felt truly uncomfortable with her attention except when she made the challenge.

“I’ve grown to respect the soldier you are,” Lucy continued, her eyes focused on the horizon ahead. “The dedication, the selflessness, the way you put the mission and your teammates before your own interests. As the future queen of this star system, I need to find someone who shares those qualities. Someone who can be a true partner in leadership.”

She paused, and Noah could see a small, wistful smile on her lips. “If I’m very lucky, I might find someone who’s half the man you’ve shown yourself to be.”

The honesty in her voice made Noah’s chest tighten with an emotion he couldn’t quite name. Not romantic attraction—that currently belonged to Sophie—but a deep respect for the growth he was witnessing in Lucy’s character.

“You’ll find someone worthy of you,” Noah said sincerely. “Someone who can appreciate not just your beauty or your title, but your strength and your dedication to your people.”

Lucy’s smile widened. “Thank you, Noah. That means more to me than you probably realize.”

The settlement came into view ahead of them—a sprawling complex of elegant buildings designed to blend harmoniously with Raiju Prime’s natural landscape. The architecture was clearly influenced by elven aesthetics.

“It’s beautiful,” Noah said, genuinely impressed. “The elves are going to love this.”

“I hope so,” Lucy replied, beginning their descent toward the landing pad. “They’ve lost so much. The least we can do is give them a place where they can rebuild their culture.”

The settlement was even more impressive up close. Noah could see gardens and parks integrated throughout the residential areas, along with what appeared to be workshops and community centers designed for various crafts and activities. The attention to detail was remarkable—someone had clearly put significant thought into creating not just housing, but a true community.

“Ready?” Lucy asked as they stood at the edge of the main plaza.

Noah nodded, centering himself and reaching for his Domain abilities. “Domain,”

The familiar sensation of stepping outside normal space-time washed over him, but this time he was bringing passengers. Lots of passengers.

Within a second he was out of sight, leaving Lucy standing behind awkwardly alone.

The process took several minutes—longer than any single summoning he’d attempted before. Noah reappeared moments later, but along with two million passengers.

When the last elf appeared, Noah cringed internally as he saw the massive expenditure of void energy leaving him temporarily drained. But the sight before him was worth the effort—the settlement plaza was filled with elegant elven women, their expressions showing a mixture of wonder, relief, and gratitude.

The queen stepped forward first, her regal bearing intact despite the trauma of losing her homeworld. “Noah Eclipse,” she said, her voice carrying clearly across the plaza, “we owe you a debt that can never be fully repaid.”

Behind her, Captain Seraleth nodded in agreement. “You saved our entire civilization. Without your intervention, we would have died with Lilivil.”

Noah felt somewhat embarrassed by the praise. “I just did what anyone would have done. You didn’t deserve to suffer for the 8th ancestor’s crimes.”

The Queen approached him, and before Noah could react, she had wrapped him in a gentle but heartfelt embrace. “You are truly noble, Noah Eclipse,” she said softly. “May fortune favor all your endeavors.”

As the queen stepped back to join her people, Noah noticed Captain Seraleth was still looking at him with an expression he couldn’t quite interpret. There was gratitude there, certainly, but also something warmer, more personal. When their eyes met, she offered him a small, genuine smile that seemed to convey volumes.

Noah found himself smiling back, caught off guard by the connection he felt in that moment. There was something about Seraleth—her strength, her dedication to her people, her quiet confidence—that resonated with him in a way he hadn’t expected.

“We should head back,” Lucy said, appearing at his elbow. “Let them have time to settle in without us hovering.”

Noah nodded, taking one last look around the plaza. The space elves were already beginning to explore their new home, their voices creating a buzzing backdrop as they discovered the various amenities and facilities. As he turned to follow Lucy back to their transport, he glanced back one final time.

Seraleth was still watching him, and when she caught his backward glance, her smile widened slightly. She raised a hand in a small wave, and Noah found himself returning the gesture before he could think better of it.

On returning to the palace, Noah had one thing and one thing only on his mind, meeting up with his best friend.

Finding Kelvin turned out to be easier than expected—Noah just followed the sound of laughter echoing through the palace’s guest wing. He discovered his buddie in what appeared to be a small recreational room, lying face-down on a massage table while several Raiju palace maids in elegant blue dresses worked on his back and shoulders.

“Noah!” Kelvin called out enthusiastically the moment he spotted his friend. “You have got to try this! These ladies have magic in their hands, I swear!”

The maids giggled at Kelvin’s dramatic praise, clearly enjoying his enthusiastic appreciation of their skills. Noah couldn’t help but smile at the scene—Kelvin looked more relaxed than he’d been in months.

“This is Yuki,” Kelvin said, gesturing toward a maid with intricate braids, “and Senna, and Mira, and…” He continued introducing each of the attendants, all of whom seemed genuinely pleased to meet Noah.

“We were told by Sera that you are heroes,” one of them said with obvious admiration. “We are honored to serve you.”

“See?” Kelvin grinned. “They appreciate proper heroics. Unlike Earth masseuses who just grunt and tell you to flip over. These ladies actually know what they’re doing!”

Noah laughed despite himself. “I’m good, thanks. I should probably get some rest—”

But before he could finish the sentence, three more maids appeared as if from nowhere, gently but firmly guiding him toward a second massage table. Before Noah could protest, they had removed his outer robes and somehow maneuvered him onto the table face-down.

“So many knots!” one of them exclaimed in accented Standard as she began working on his shoulders. “You carry too much tension, warrior.”

“See?” Kelvin said triumphantly. “They know their business! You know, my dad’s a trillionaire weapons manufacturer—maybe I should suggest he invest in opening a chain of these places on Earth. ‘Kelvin’s Magic Hands Massage Emporium.’ Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Noah couldn’t help but laugh as the tension in his muscles began to unknot under the skilled ministrations of the palace staff. “Your dad would probably want to weaponize the massage tables somehow.”

“Ooh, good point! Massage tables that double as defensive positions. ‘Relax while you’re under siege!'” Kelvin’s enthusiasm was infectious, and soon Noah was laughing harder than he had in weeks.

“Or massage oils that also function as emergency explosives,” Noah suggested, getting into the spirit of the ridiculous conversation.

“Brilliant! ‘Webb Industries: We’ll blow your tension away!'” Kelvin practically cackled. “Though knowing my dad, he’d probably try to market them to the EDF as ‘morale enhancement devices’ and charge ten times the normal price.”

The maids continued their work while Kelvin kept up a steady stream of commentary about everything from the superiority of Raiju massage techniques to increasingly absurd business plans involving his father’s industrial empire. By the time they were finished, Noah’s sides hurt from laughing almost as much as his muscles felt relaxed.

“Thank you,” Noah said sincerely to the maids as they helped him sit up. “That was exactly what I needed.”

They beamed at his praise and began cleaning up their supplies with the same efficient grace they’d shown throughout the session.

“Told you so,” Kelvin said, stretching luxuriously as he sat on the edge of his massage table. “Sometimes the best medicine is just letting someone take care of you for a while.”

As the maids departed with friendly waves and promises to return whenever the heroes needed their services, Noah and Kelvin found themselves alone in the comfortable quiet of the recreational room.

“So,” Noah said, settling into one of the plush chairs arranged around the room, “have you figured out what happened to you on Sigma-7?”

Kelvin’s expression grew more thoughtful. “Honestly? I have theories, but nothing concrete. The best I can come up with is that it might have been some kind of reawakening, but that doesn’t really fit the traditional patterns.”

“How so?”

“Reawakenings are supposed to be triggered by extreme stress, life-threatening situations that push you beyond your normal limits,” Kelvin explained. “But I’ve been in worse spots fighting Harbingers. If stress was the trigger, it should have happened during one of those battles.”

Noah nodded, remembering several encounters where Kelvin had pushed his technopathic abilities to their breaking point. It also made sense to him considering he Re-awakened under extreme stress as well. “So what do you think it was?”

“Maybe it was about compatibility instead of stress,” Kelvin mused. “Those mechanical beings weren’t just machines—they were a technological civilization. When my abilities interfaced with their consciousness, it was like… like finding something I didn’t know I was looking for.”

‘That actually makes sense,’ Noah thought. ‘Kelvin’s always been fascinated by unnatural applications of technology and those beings were like an intersection of technology and some sort of consciousness. Meeting beings who embodied that intersection could definitely have triggered something new.’

“Speaking of new abilities,” Kelvin said with a grin, “when are you going to manifest your soul form? I mean, if anyone on this team is going to develop one, it’s got to be you.”

Noah sighed before answering. “I’m not so sure about that. My abilities came from the system, remember? They might not work the same way as naturally awakened powers.”

“Are you kidding me?” Kelvin sat up straighter, his expression earnest. “Noah, you’ve got SSS-ranked void ability. You can literally erase things from existence. If that’s not soul form material, I don’t know what is.”

“But what if the system creates some kind of artificial barrier?” Noah asked. “What if soul forms require a connection between the awakener and their abilities that only comes from natural development?”

Kelvin waved dismissively. “Look, what I experienced on Sigma-7 was probably just a glitch or a fluke. Some weird interaction between my tech and theirs. But you? You’re the real deal, system or no system.”

Noah smiled and reached over to smack Kelvin on the back—gently, mindful of his friend’s recent massage. “I doubt that. I’ve got a feeling we both have a crazy, bright future ahead of us. Whatever happened to you on Sigma-7 wasn’t random, and it definitely wasn’t a glitch.”

Kelvin grinned back. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” Noah said with conviction. “We’re just getting started, my friend. Both of us.”