With This Treasure, I Summon Primordial Weapons
Chapter 34: Your Primordial Arsenal Grows Stronger

Chapter 34: Your Primordial Arsenal Grows Stronger

The lecture dragged through its final minutes, the silence in the hall stretched taut and fragile. The lecturer stood at the center of the low platform, his words faltering into meaningless background noise as dozens of pairs of eyes remained fixated on Godric.

When the bell rang, no one moved. They sat frozen, watching his direction as though he were about to announce something crucial.

To Godric, however, it was nothing more than a nuisance.

’What the hell are they all staring for?’

He frowned as he rose to his feet and quickly made his way out of the lecture hall.

Frowning, Godric rose to his feet and made a quick exit. His next lecture was in two hours, giving him time to figure out if feeding core fragments to his ’summon’ was even possible.

But before he could find a peaceful spot to do it in, Raven came from around the corner.

The girl practically glowed with freshness as she stopped in front of him. Her uniform was completely spotless, pressed so neatly it looked as though it had a person specifically trained to do just that.

Well, the more Godric thought about it, the more she probably did.

"There you are!" she exclaimed as her heels clicked two more times across the tile floor and she moved closer toward him.

Godric stopped, keeping his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his plain black trousers. "Raven."

She crossed her arms, scanning his outfit from his cheap shirt down to his boots. "No uniform? And you missed the first two lectures. The faculty was ready to send a search party to the outer city to check on you."

"I was sleeping," he replied flatly. "And my uniform got destroyed."

"You don’t have a spare one? Why don’t we go to the academy’s store together and get you a new—"

"That won’t be necessary. I have matters to take care of."

Raven pouted slightly, then reached for something in her pocket.

"Here," she said, handing him a black rectangular object.

Godric raised a brow. "What is it?"

"Phone? What else?" she said as she practically shoved the phone in his hand. "It’s an old phone I didn’t use. And I already put my number inside." Her smile widened. "This way we can get in touch anytime."

Suddenly, something in Raven’s expression shifted. Her gaze dropped to the phone in his hand, and her cheeks grew a little pink.

"Anyway! I have to go! Bye!"

She turned on her heel and scurried down the hallway far faster than her high heels ought to have allowed.

Godric watched her hurry away with a small frown. Then, he looked down at the device in his hand and pressed the power button, expecting to see a factory reset screen or a standard lock display.

Instead, the screen lit up with a crisp, high-resolution photo of Raven. She was posing with red lip gloss and a half-smirk, wearing a crisp white button-up shirt left unbuttoned just enough at the top to reveal her collarbones... and then some.

Godric stared at the screen for one second too long before locking it and shoving the phone into his pocket as if it had bitten him.

He cleared his throat, glanced around the empty hallway to confirm no one had witnessed it, and decided, with complete conviction, that he had not seen anything at all.

Moments later, Godric was already in a private training room. The academy had a few dozen of those, so finding one that wasn’t occupied wasn’t hard.

What did bring Godric a little bit of trouble was the act of feeding his summon the core fragments.

He summoned ten of them and laid them flatly onto the ground.

Normally, most beasts usually consumed them by ’eating ’, but that was obviously out of the question.

Godric hovered his sword above the fragments.

’Eat!’ he commanded in his head.

Of course, the steel weapon had no way of doing so.

He sat on the matted floor of the training room for a couple of moments when a thought struck him.

’If my summon can’t eat it... then should I do it?’

He wouldn’t be the first human to try.

History books show plenty of men who tried to eat the core fragments in attempts to get stronger. They don’t, however, show a single person who survived such a thing.

Godric picked up a single fragment from the floor and eyed it cautiously.

"One should be fine, right?" he said out loud to no one but himself.

He raised the fragment to his lips, hesitation warring with the cold, pragmatic hunger that had kept him alive in the dungeon gate.

The stone was cool, slick, and thrumming with a subtle, electric vibration that made his fingers tingle.

Dying alone in a training room eating core fragments... That sounded almost worse than his father gambling away their entire wealth.

He bit down.

The core fragment didn’t crack like mineral or crush like ice would.

The moment it touched his tongue, the solid rock dissolved into a surge of liquid fire. Godric’s eyes widened as the essence violently washed down his throat, searing a path into his chest.

His vision flashed white.

It felt as though he had swallowed a live coal. The raw energy crashed into his core like a tidal wave, tearing through his mana channels with chaotic, unrefined violence. Every nerve ending screamed, his muscles locking tight as he collapsed sideways onto the matted floor.

The air left his lungs in a ragged gasp.

This was why humans commanded beasts. Their bodies were far too fragile to command such powers on their own.

Just as the burning sensation reached a fever pitch, threatening to rupture the delicate walls of his core, a cold, familiar weight stirred deep within his soul.

Godric felt the mana essence leave his core and move toward his summon.

Like a siphon, the weapon greedily drank the wild, chaotic mana flooding through Godric’s body.

The searing heat in his chest receded, replaced by an ice-cold ache as the dark steel purified the energy, taking the brunt of the raw fragment for itself and feeding only a fraction of warm, refined essence back into Godric’s core.

Godric lay on the floor, breathing heavily, sweat stinging his eyes.

Then, a notification rang in his head.

[Your Primordial Arsenal Grows Stronger]

[Blackpearl has reached Tier 3]

[New Weapon unlocked in your Arsenal]