SSS-Ranked Triple Cultivation: Only I Have Two Primordial Parents!
Chapter 15: The Birth of A New Monarch: Grand Nether Summoning, Pt 2

Chapter 15: The Birth of A New Monarch: Grand Nether Summoning, Pt 2

[Ding! Host Has Summoned Cosmic Humbaba!]

The beast stood at a towering five meters, a monstrous fusion of raw power and predatory instinct. Its clawed hands, each tipped with three wickedly curved talons, flexed with lethal intent. The head of a lion crowned its massive frame, but its skin—thick and ridged like dragon scales—hinted at a deeper, almost unnatural resilience. When it bared its fangs, rows of jagged teeth gleamed like honed razors, and four protruding canines, as long and menacing as sabertooth tusks, jutted out from its maw. The sheer mass of its muscled frame exuded dominance, its every movement deliberate, purposeful—an apex predator in its truest form.

It was not just a beast. It was something beyond—a force of nature incarnate.

Then, it roared.

"ROOARR!"

The ground shook with a thunderous roar that seemed to reverberate through their bones. The sound tore through the air like a primordial war cry, deep and guttural, carrying the raw power of an enraged tyrannosaurus—a beast amplified a hundredfold, as if fueled by something far greater than mere physicality. It was the sound of carnage, of a predator whose very existence demanded destruction. As the air vibrated with the force of its cry, Theo, unfazed, simply checked its stats.

[Inquire]

[Species]: Humbaba

[Bloodline]: (Cosmic Humbaba Godbeast - Humbaba Variant) [Power Restricted]

[Gender]: ??

[Class]: Mid-Tier

[Beast Power]: Not Accessible

[Affinity]: Earth, Nature, Fire, Air

[Attributes]: Not Accessible

[Skills]: Not Accessible

[Ding! Grand Nether Summoning - Time Until Return / Cooldown Period: 3 Minutes!]

[Ding! Target Recognizes Host’s Royal Blood... Target Is Subservient To Host While Summoned!]

[Host Cannot Claim As Personal Summon!]

[Ding! Power Gap Between Host & Target Is Too Wide! Host’s Power Level Is Too Low!]

The massive beast, this Humbaba, lowered itself onto one knee, bowing its massive head toward Theo like a peasant before a king, castrating itself to Theo. Then, in a voice that neither left its lips nor echoed from its throat, it spoke—its words reverberating across the ruined village and into the dense forest beyond.

"I await your command, my Master."

Theo’s smirk widened, both inwardly and outwardly.

’This is...’ He nearly laughed aloud at the sheer absurdity. ’Just too OP. I alone... am the honored one, truly.’

His crimson gaze gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he issued his command.

"Destroy everything and everyone in this village that isn’t a wolf," he ordered, his voice dripping with malicious satisfaction. "Take no survivors. I want this village wiped off the face of the Ear—" He caught himself. "—Valtoryn."

Chief Jacky, already paralyzed with fear, somehow turned even paler. His breath hitched, his body trembling like a cornered animal. This wasn’t just slaughter. This was annihilation. His mind screamed at him to flee. To run. To get help. Now.

"N-no," Jacky stammered, barely able to form the words. "I c-can’t let y-you do this... I h-have to get out of here... I h-have to get help..."

The beast’s voice rumbled again, resonating with the weight of an executioner’s decree.

"Your will is my command, Master."

As the words carried over the village, the remaining survivors—who had previously been frozen in terror—snapped out of their stupor. Panic overtook them as they turned to flee, a mass of desperate souls scrambling to escape the doom looming before them.

Jacky, seeing his people scatter, knew he had to run. He had to warn someone. With a creature like this, someone on the continent had surely felt its emergence. If he could just make it to one of them... if he could lead them here...

Unbeknownst to both the chieftain and Theo, powerful figures across Valtoryn had indeed sensed the surge of Nether energy. Such a summoning was no minor feat—only a monarch could hope to wield such an overwhelming presence. Already, formidable warriors and ancient beings were either dispatching their subordinates or preparing to investigate the phenomenon in person.

Theo was on a timer. Whether he realized it or not, his window of unchecked carnage was closing.

Jacky made a break for it.

He didn’t make it two steps.

"Start with gravely injuring this one," Theo said coldly, gesturing toward the fleeing chieftain. "I don’t want him to die before he sees his people die."

The words had barely left Theo’s lips when the beast struck.

Jacky felt it before he even processed what had happened—a claw the size of his torso had plunged clean through his upper stomach. His breath hitched violently as he choked on the air, the pain dull and distant in his shock. A sickening wet sound followed as the claw withdrew, and his knees buckled beneath him.

Collapsing onto all fours, he wheezed, struggling to stay conscious. His vision blurred, but he saw it—the horror unfolding before him.

The beast unleashed its wrath.

Columns of searing flame erupted from its maw, engulfing homes and bodies alike. Torrents of emerald fire and beams of condensed heat carved through wood, flesh, and stone with equal ease. The village—the only home Jacky had known—was reduced to a burning graveyard in a matter of moments. The screams of his people, their desperate cries for mercy, were drowned out by the roaring inferno.

No survivors.

Only the wolves remained, scattered and few, untouched by the destruction.

Theo watched the scene unfold with cold satisfaction. He didn’t need to slit Jacky’s throat. This—this was a far crueler fate.

He knew what this village had meant to the chieftain. He knew of Jacky’s origins—a mere peasant, who had risen to the rank of chieftain through sheer strength and determination, recognized by the reigning king of the Aris Kingdom. Everything the man had built, everything he had fought for, now lay in ruins before his eyes.

And based on the rage Jacky had displayed when Theo killed his wife, he knew that forcing the chieftain to witness this devastation would break him. Or, at the very least, shatter the last remnants of his spirit.

After all, when you’ve lost everything you fought for right in front of you... where’s the hope?

Oh, Theo would kill him. That was inevitable. But first? First, he would savor every moment of his enemy’s despair.

Revenge was an art. Every stroke, every detail had to be precise.

This was just the finishing touch.

With the village reduced to smoldering ruins, Theo turned his attention to the aftermath. He strode over to the corpses of Joshua and Lady Ovisia, storing them inside his Nether Space before moving on to the fallen wolves.

There were 29 dead. Only two survivors aside from the alpha, who barely clung to life—his front right and back right paw shattered, a lung partially collapsed, his ribs broken and splintered with every labored breath.

Theo knelt beside them, his fingers glowing with Nether energy as he reached into their cooling bodies.

With almost practiced efficiency, he ripped their beast cores free.

One by one, he collected his spoils.

The slaughter was over.

Theo noticed the notification as the same green flaming portal from earlier reappeared beneath the Humbaba. In mere moments, the beast was swallowed whole, vanishing as though it had never existed. One might think this would be the perfect moment for the chieftain to strike, but Theo wasn’t worried. The beast had done its job rather flawlessly—every villager was dead, and the village itself was beyond ruin, reduced to an inferno of flame and destruction. And the chieftain? He wasn’t even dead yet—just a limp, broken husk of a man, trapped in a state of horrified paralysis, forced to bear witness to the destruction of everything he had ever known.

Turning from the sea of corpses, Theo set his sights on the alpha. As he did, golden-black notifications flickered across his vision:

[Ding! Direwolf species detected! Authority: ’King of Wolves’ is reacting...] [Does Host Wish to Tame Target? Yes/No?]

Theo’s gaze lingered on the wounded alpha before checking his current limits.

[Current Limit: 0/3 Tamed Beasts, 0/3 Summons, 2/3 Stored Corpses]

’I have more than enough room in my summons to tame him,’ Theo mused, weighing the pros and cons. ’Before, I didn’t want to tame him because he had a pack to oversee. Now, though... In addition to strengthening my forces, my Nether Space could heal him much faster. There’s no reason not to.’

His decision made, Theo tapped ’Yes.’

At once, a radiant blue energy engulfed the alpha, pulsing like a living force. The two surviving wolves, who had been vigilantly guarding their injured leader, flinched in shock as their alpha began to glow, bathed in the sapphire light of the Taming process. They let out cautious growls, uncertain whether this strange energy was a threat or a blessing.

The two wolves — 1 Mystic Direwolf, 1 Mystic Greywolf —- looked to Theo, who decided he’d tame them, too, before making his way to a barely alive chieftain, who was still in shock, before they spoke.

"You’ve come to finish the job," the chieftain said, devoid of emotion. It was a statement, a fact, not a question, yet it felt so empty, as if all the chieftain could ever feel has left him. It was hollow.

"I have," Theo said, claws extending. Another statement, a fact, a confirmation of reality. "Any last words, chieftain?"

The chieftain paused, his gaze empty, before offering a slow nod. "There will come another, much stronger than you. And when you lose to them—when that time comes, and it will come—I pray they give you a fate far worse than death, just as you have bestowed upon me."

"Hmm...,"Theo exhaled softly, stretching his clawed fingers as if testing their sharpness, before speaking, mildly bemused. "As far as last words go... those weren’t bad. Sadly, you aren’t them, and you won’t be around to see it come to pass, either."

Without hesitation, his claws flashed through the air. A clean slice. The chieftain’s head hit the scorched ground with a dull thud, rolling slightly before coming to a stop, eyes frozen in eternal regret.

[Ding! Mission: ’A Destroyer’s Pride’ Completed!]

[Fetching Mission Rewards...]

[Mission Rewards Fetched & Ready for Integration!]

[Would Host Like to Integrate Now? Yes/No?]

Theo dismissed the prompt with a quick tap of ’No.’ There were more pressing matters at hand.

Turning, he faced his newly tamed beasts. The Direwolf and Greywolf stood by his side, their eyes burning with newfound loyalty. Then, as his gaze fell upon the pile of fallen wolves, an idea formed.

"You two," Theo commanded, gesturing toward the lifeless bodies. "Stand by the corpses."

The wolves obeyed without hesitation.

Stepping forward, Theo raised his hand. Power surged through his veins, mysterious and absolute. Then, with a single word, he activated a skill he had never used before—a skill that would change everything.

[Absolute Synthesis]