Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons
Chapter 332 - 332: The Final Trial

The chamber darkened as Sylvia's spirit materialised before Jasmine.

Unlike the memory echo from earlier, this spirit carried the presence of Sylvia, which was powerful and deeply sorrowful.

She's beautiful even in death.

Auburn hair flowed like liquid fire around Sylvia's translucent form.

Her white robes seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, creating an otherworldly glow that made the chamber feel sacred.

"Child," Sylvia's voice carried the weight of centuries. "I watched your trial. I felt your choice."

Jasmine met the Queen's gaze without flinching.

"Then you know I regret nothing."

"Regret?"

Sylvia's chuckled.

"No, I don't believe you do. But do you understand what you've chosen?"

Of course, I do.

"I chose to honour my father's memory instead of healing his murderers."

Sylvia drifted closer, her spirit form seeming to study Jasmine with uncomfortable intensity. "Your father... Regulus. I knew him, you know."

She knew father?

"He came to me once, seeking healing for wounds, wounds of the heart, but that was when he was young."

Sylvia's expression grew distant. "He was a good man,"

"A good man betrayed by those he protected."

"Yes." Sylvia's acknowledgement carried surprising understanding.

"And you carry his pain as your own. His betrayal has become your burden."

His burden? More like my inheritance.

"Perhaps mercy is wasted on those who show none to others."

Finally. Someone who understands.

"But tell me, child—what happens when vengeance becomes your only purpose? When hatred defines your existence more than love ever did?"

I don't care as long as they pay.

"Then so be it. As long as I achieve what I want, I don't care."

The Queen's spirit circled Jasmine like a gentle predator. "And if that path leads to your own destruction? If pursuing their pain ensures your own?"

"Like I said, then so be it."

Her answer was simple, final and most definitely absolute.

Sylvia stopped moving, her ethereal form stabilising directly in front of Jasmine.

"Very well. You have chosen vengeance over compassion. Darkness over light. Justice over mercy."

"I won't try to change your mind. Won't lecture you about forgiveness or higher paths."

Sylvia's smile held surprising warmth.

"Instead, I'll give you what you truly want."

I want power. The power to make them pay.

"But understand this—vengeance is not simply hatred given form. True vengeance requires strength, cunning, and above all, the ability to protect what matters while destroying what threatens."

Protect what matters. Destroy what threatens...

The chamber began shifting around them, walls flowing like water as the area reshaped itself.

"If you walk the path of darkness, you must master it completely. Half-measures lead only to failure and regret. Either you completely embrace darkness, or completely embrace light. Do not choose both."

Her words sounded as if she regretted something.

No half-measures. No mercy. No weakness.

Light exploded through the dissolving chamber, carrying Jasmine into her final trial.

Meanwhile...

Arthur's head turned to the right as familiar presences approached Village #419's perimeter.

His senses picked up the distinctive aura signatures of Lupin, which meant that Theodore, the twins and others are here.

Finally. My ground forces have arrived.

"Mayor!" The same guard who'd announced the "monster army" came running again, this time with excitement rather than terror.

"There is human backup!"

Charles beamed. "That's great!"

He turned his head towards Arthur. Before he could ask whether they should stay, Arthur rose from his position near the Tree of Life.

"Let's go meet them,"

The mayor nodded with happiness. Everything was going well! The inheritance was being taken, and the healer Jasmine might come out with it, and their village was getting more backup by the second!

Time to unite both armies.

Through the village gates, he could see them approaching—two hundred fighters from his home settlement.

Behind them, his summons maintained formation like living nightmares made disciplined.

Arthur smiled as the two forces began their historic merger.

...

The battlefield materialised around Jasmine with stunning clarity, as if it were real.

Chaos reigned across a landscape painted in blood and fire. Human soldiers fought desperately against demonic hordes that seemed to spawn endlessly from crimson portals scattered throughout the combat zone.

This isn't an illusion. This feels completely real.

The sounds hit her first—steel clashing against claw, screams of agony mixing with roars of inhuman fury.

The smell followed—smoke, blood, and something sulfurous.

Demon magic. Pure corruption.

Jasmine found herself standing atop a small hill overlooking the carnage. Her healer's robes had transformed into something darker—black fabric reinforced with silver threads that pulsed with malevolent energy.

Different clothes. Different purpose.

A new skill blazed to life in her consciousness, knowledge flowing through her mind like liquid fire.

<Dark Blood's First Art — Blood Steal>

The ability to take the blood of enemies and use it to heal others or herself.

Understanding flooded through her. Not traditional healing that drew from her own reserves, but some kind of vampiric magic that converted enemy life force into healing power.

Healing through harm...wow. Whoever created this skill is a true genius.

"Healer!" A voice called from the battlefield below. "We need you here!"

Jasmine descended toward the combat zone, her eyes automatically scanning for threats and casualties.

The human forces were losing badly.

Demonic creatures pressed from multiple directions while portal reinforcements continued arriving.

This is a one-sided war. We need to turn the tide quickly.

Near the front lines, she spotted her primary objectives—three figures whose survival would determine her success or failure.

The first was a knight in battered plate armour, his sword work keeping a cluster of lesser demons at bay while protecting a group of wounded soldiers. Blood seeped through gaps in his protection, but his stance remained steady.

The second was a mage whose staff crackled with defensive barriers, holding back demonic magic that would otherwise overwhelm their position.

Exhaustion showed in every line of her body, but her spells maintained their power.

The third was an archer whose arrows found demon's weak points with precision. Each shot bought precious seconds for retreating allies, but his quiver was nearly empty.

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