With This Treasure, I Summon Primordial Weapons
Chapter 1: A Long Awaited Day

Chapter 1: A Long Awaited Day

"Today’s the day..."

Godric stared at his reflection in the mirror.

He was finally eighteen.

Three weeks past the age where most people stopped being "kids" in anything but name.

Today was the biannual Awakening Ceremony.

The day everything changed, well, at least to those lucky enough to be among the 10% that awakened.

He looked at himself for a moment longer before turning away.

The old wooden floor creaked under each of his steps, and it took him no more than a dozen to reach the outside of his room and the entrance door.

Just as he twisted the doorknob open, a pair of footsteps hurried from behind.

"Are you leaving already?"

Godric turned to see his younger sister standing at the opposite end of the narrow corridor.

"Yeah," he replied.

Mina smiled excitedly. "Good luck!"

"Thanks," Godric replied before stepping outside.

Immediately, he was met by a familiar sight.

The rain hadn’t missed a morning in weeks. At this point, he would have been more surprised by sunshine than the half-flooded streets of Elyune City’s outskirts.

He opened up his umbrella and closed the door shut behind.

Walking along the broken sidewalk, he glanced at the bus stop.

A one-way ride to the inner city would’ve cost him 11 credits. Far more than he was willing to spare on a one-hour walk.

But before the broken outskirt city tiles could be replaced by the pristine sidewalks of the inner city, something fast and heavy hit Godric in the back of the head, knocking him several meters forward until another strike in his side pushed him inside a narrow alleyway.

"You damn rat! You think you can just walk about while owing us 50 thousand?!"

When Godric lifted his head, he saw three familiar figures.

A man with black hair and a scar under his left eye, a man with a bald head and lastly a man with green hair and more piercing than a single glance allowed to count.

They were Loan Sharks.

Ever since his father passed away 3 years ago, they have started targeting Godric for all his father’s debt from his gambling past.

"50 thousand?" Godric asked. "Didn’t you say it was 8 last time we met?"

"It’s 50 thousand." The three men chuckled amongst themselves. "I counted it ourselves."

"Oh?" An amused smile he couldn’t quite hide curved across Godric’s face. "If you were the one counting it, then that explains it."

The man with a scar frowned. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"The three of you could barely count to ten even if you started at nine."

The two men beside the man with a scar under his left eye burst into laughter, while the man himself charged forward in a blinding rage.

Godric ducked under the swing and countered with a left hook to the liver.

The man with a scar gasped for air and lurched forward, but before Godric could recover from his swing, the other two joined.

The man with green hair raised his baseball bat high, ready to crack Godric’s skull open, but just as he was about to bring it down, a voice called from the corner of the main street.

"You there! What is the meaning of this?"

Everyone froze, and each of their gazes moved toward the start of the alleyway where a man wearing a dark navy uniform stood.

The policeman’s hand rested on his firearm, and his gaze narrowed as he looked at the raised baseball bat.

"Oh, it’s nothing. We were just playing." The bald-headed man said.

The policeman frowned. "Is that right, young man?" he asked, turning his gaze toward Godric.

The man with a scar who had recovered from the earlier hit shifted beside Godric. He raised his arm, trying to wrap it around his shoulders in hopes of selling the policeman the lie, but before he could reach him, Godric already stepped away.

"I was just leaving. I told them I didn’t want whatever they were selling." Godric said as he moved toward the policeman and out of the alleyway.

"Selling?" The policeman’s eyes lit up, and his firearm came out a second later. "Hands where I can see them!"

Godric slipped past the policeman and back onto the main street.

"Hey, kid, wait!" the policeman called after him, but the man with the scar took a step forward, and the barrel of his firearm snapped back toward the alley. "I said don’t move!"

Godric, however, didn’t look back.

"You damn rat!" the man with the scar yelled after him. "We’re not done! Your hear me! We’re not..."

With the Loan Sharks out of the way, he could finally continue his walk toward the Elyune Academy.

Slowly, the broken tile of the outskirt sidewalks gave way to pristine paths made for tier 1 citizens. The heavy rain stopped at once as a massive, translucent mana dome came into view.

Those living in the inner city, born and raised in absolute wealth and safety, despised rain, calling it an outskirt shower.

It took fifteen more minutes for the academy to come into view.

Massive spires made of pristine white blocks rose into view, surrounded by a wall so thick it was designed to hold off hordes of beasts at once.

There was a single entrance, a gate wide enough to fit two dozen students at once and just as tall.

Countless students wearing the academy uniform poured in and out of the academy grounds. Among them, Godric spotted some who weren’t wearing uniforms, those who came for the biannual awakening ceremony.

He watched the crowd move for a couple of seconds before he stepped inside.

The front courtyard was massive, with enough space to fill thousands before even the first academy building began.

In the dead centre of the courtyard, five statues rose from the ground, carved with so much detail that they looked almost alive.

Four of those statues were showered with offerings. Countless flowers, precious stones and metals lay beneath them, while the fifth stood completely empty.

Godric walked for a few more steps, then stopped and glanced at the sign beneath the fifth statue.

Richard Blackstar

One of the Five Great Heroes and the founder of Elyune Academy.

Staring at the sign for a couple of moments, Godric pulled out a small object from his side pocket.

It was a small, mechanical watch with a broken crystal and hands that had long stopped moving.

He leaned down and carefully placed the object in front of the statue.

"Don’t worry, Grandfather." Godric straightened up, looking at the eyes made of stone. "I will return our house to its rightful place."