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

”Well, well,” Princess Evangeline said, her voice carrying the kind of condescending amusement that made Lucas want to put his fist through the nearest wall. ”The great Prince Lucas of House Grey, reduced to common thievery. How... disappointing.”

Lucas straightened, trying to salvage what dignity he could while standing surrounded by barely conscious guards and blinking security systems. ”I was looking for information that could prevent a war.”

”Oh, how noble,” Evangeline replied, stepping into the chamber with the predatory grace of someone who held all the cards. ”Breaking into our most secure archives, assaulting our personnel, all in the name of peace. Tell me, is this how they taught you diplomacy on Earth?”

”Sometimes direct action is more effective than political games.”

”Hahahahah~” Evangeline’s laugh was like crystal breaking.

”Direct action? Is that what we’re calling it? You Greys are all the same—lightning first, thinking second. No subtlety, no finesse, just brute force wrapped in self-righteousness.”

Lucas felt his temper flaring, very tiny sparks dancing between his fingers. ”At least we act when action is needed. We don’t sit around debating while people die.”

”And there it is,” Evangeline said with obvious satisfaction. ”The famous Grey temper. You know, I should arrest you right now. Trespassing, assault, attempted theft of classified materials—any one of those charges would be sufficient to detain you indefinitely.”

She began pacing around him in a slow circle, like a predator sizing up wounded prey. ”But then again, how would that reflect on my family? The Sterlings, known throughout the system for our wisdom and compassion, locking up a fellow royal without due process? The optics would be... unfortunate.”

Lucas remained silent, recognizing the trap being laid.

”No, there must be a way to show mercy through discipline. A demonstration of Sterling values while still addressing your... transgression.” Her smile was sharp enough to cut stone. ”Fortunately, I have the perfect solution.”

She gestured to the unconscious guards, who were beginning to stir. ”You walked in here with a soldier from the EDF—Miss Lyra Davids, isn’t it? Such an unremarkable background. A recent recruit with no significant connections or diplomatic protection. Really, quite expendable from a political standpoint.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop. ”What are you saying?”

”I’m saying that your behavior from this moment forward will determine whether Miss Davids ever leaves Beta. She could find herself detained indefinitely as a potential security risk, held in comfortable but permanent residence while we investigate her... associations.” Evangeline’s tone was conversational, as if discussing the weather. ”Or she could be free to leave with you, depending on how well you demonstrate the diplomatic refinement that your family seems to lack.”

Lucas felt his lightning abilities surge with his anger, but forced himself to remain calm. ’She’s playing politics, using Lyra as leverage. But what does she actually want?’

”What do you have in mind?”

Evangeline’s smile widened. ”A test. A demonstration that Prince Lucas Grey possesses the intellectual capacity to match his physical abilities. You see, the Sterlings have always prided ourselves on mental acuity rather than brute force. It would be... educational to see if a Grey can rise to our standards.”

”Come with me,” she said, already turning behind him and walking away.

She led him deeper into the secure section, past chambers filled with advanced technology and historical artifacts, until they reached a massive door marked with warning symbols and Sterling family crests.

”The Tower Protocol,” she announced, placing her palm on a biometric scanner. ”Originally designed as training for our most elite diplomats and military tacticians. Five stages of escalating difficulty, each testing different aspects of intelligence and resourcefulness.”

The door slid open to reveal a cylindrical chamber that stretched upward beyond the reach of the ambient lighting. The walls were smooth metal inscribed with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and flow in the indirect light. At the center of the chamber stood a platform with a control console, and Lucas could see additional levels visible through transparent barriers above.

”The dimensions are precisely calculated,” Evangeline continued, her voice echoing in the vast space. ”Thirty meters in diameter, sixty meters in height, with five distinct levels connected by a central lift system. Each level presents a unique challenge designed to test different cognitive abilities.”

Lucas studied the structure, noting the seamless construction and the subtle energy conduits running through the walls. ’This isn’t just a test facility—it’s a masterpiece of engineering. Every detail has been planned and refined.’

”What’s the catch?” he asked.

”One hour time limit,” Evangeline said, checking an ornate watch on her wrist. ”Five stages, escalating difficulty. If you succeed, your trespass is forgiven and you earn unrestricted access to our archives. If you fail...” She shrugged elegantly. ”Miss Davids becomes a permanent guest of Beta.”

”And you think I’ll fail.”

”I know you’ll fail,” Evangeline replied with absolute confidence. ”No one has ever completed the Tower Protocol. It was designed to be unsolvable—a theoretical exercise to push our best minds to their absolute limits. The fact that you’re even attempting it will provide valuable data for future refinements.”

Lucas stepped onto the platform, feeling the solid construction beneath his feet. The central lift was elegant in its simplicity—a circular platform surrounded by safety barriers, controlled by a single activation panel.

”One more thing,” Evangeline added as the lift began to rise. ”Your lightning abilities may be used, but only when they serve a logical purpose. Brute force will trigger automatic failures and potentially dangerous countermeasures. This tower rewards intelligence, not power.”

The lift carried him to the first level, and Lucas found himself in a circular chamber with seamless white walls and perfect acoustics. Seven panels were mounted at eye level around the perimeter, each containing a four-by-four grid of black and white tiles. Six of the grids were filled with patterns, while the seventh stood empty.

A holographic display materialized in the center of the room:

||Fill the pattern with truth, not instinct||

Lucas approached the first panel, studying the grid pattern. Black and white tiles alternated in what looked like a checkerboard, but as he examined it more closely, he realized the pattern wasn’t quite right. Some squares that should be white were black, and vice versa.

’Okay, so it’s not a simple checkerboard. Maybe it’s based on some other logic?’

He moved to the second panel. This pattern seemed to show vertical symmetry—the top half mirrored the bottom half exactly.

The third panel displayed what looked like random noise until Lucas stepped back and squinted. ’Wait—could this be binary? If I treat black as zero and white as one...’

He counted the positions, trying to identify a numerical sequence. The pattern could represent the binary form of consecutive numbers, but when he worked through the math, it didn’t quite fit.

’Maybe I’m overthinking this. What if each grid follows a different rule, and I need to figure out what the seventh one should be?’

Moving methodically around the room, Lucas studied each pattern with growing frustration. The fourth panel seemed to encode some kind of mathematical sequence—possibly prime numbers represented in a visual format. The fifth looked like it might be a substitution cipher, with the tile positions corresponding to letter positions in the alphabet.

The sixth panel showed what appeared to be a rotational pattern—the same basic shape repeated at different orientations.

’So we have: diagonal alternation, vertical mirroring, binary progression, mathematical sequence, cipher encoding, and rotation. What’s the missing element?’

Lucas stood in the center of the room, turning slowly to examine all six patterns simultaneously. ’Think like a Sterling. They pride themselves on intellectual complexity, on finding elegant solutions to complex problems. This isn’t about brute force pattern matching—it’s about understanding the underlying logic.’

He returned to the first panel, tracing the diagonal pattern with his finger. ’Not a checkerboard—but what if it’s exclusive or? Each square is the logical XOR of its coordinates?’

Testing the theory, he worked through several positions. The pattern held.

Moving to the second panel, he confirmed the vertical mirroring. The third was indeed binary representation of consecutive integers. The fourth encoded prime numbers in visual form, with black tiles representing primes and white representing composites.

’The fifth is definitely a cipher, but what’s being encoded?’ Lucas examined the pattern more carefully, trying different substitution methods. ’Maybe it’s not about the letters themselves, but about their properties? Vowels versus consonants?’

The sixth panel’s rotation pattern became clearer as he traced it mentally—the same geometric shape rotating through ninety-degree increments.

’So I have logical operations, symmetry transformations, numerical sequences, mathematical properties, linguistic encoding, and geometric transformations. What mathematical operation or logical concept am I missing?’

Lucas paced the chamber, feeling the pressure of passing time. ’Noah would love this,’ he thought. ’He’s always been better at abstract thinking. But Noah isn’t here, and Lyra’s safety depends on me figuring this out.’

He stopped abruptly. ’Wait—what if the missing pattern isn’t about a specific mathematical operation, but about the relationship between all the others? What’s the one logical concept that connects all of these different approaches?’

The answer hit him like lightning. ’Negation. Logical NOT. Every other pattern shows a positive relationship or transformation. The missing pattern should show the inverse or negation of one of the existing patterns.’

But which one to negate? Lucas studied the panels again, looking for the most fundamental pattern. ’The first one—exclusive or. If I negate that, I get...’

He moved to the empty seventh panel and began touching tiles, reversing the XOR pattern he’d identified in the first grid. Where the first panel had black tiles, he placed white. Where it had white, he placed black.

The moment he placed the final tile, all seven panels pulsed with soft light, and a section of the floor slid away to reveal the lift mechanism.

’Level one complete,’ Lucas thought with relief. ’Four more to go.’

He walked into the lift, ascending to the next floor of the tower.

The second level felt completely different from the first. Instead of sterile white walls, this chamber was dimmed and furnished like a study, with warm wooden surfaces and soft lighting. A table in the center held fifteen wooden blocks, each carved with a single word in elegant script:

||PEACE, BATTLE, GOLD, SHADOW, HONOR, SECRET, ECHO, SWORD, KING, LIGHT, STORM, QUEEN, TIME, FAITH, SILENCE||

A brass plaque on the wall read:

||Only truth opens the way. Arrange the six words that weigh the same||

Embedded in the table was an elegant balance scale with two shallow pans.

Lucas picked up the first block—PEACE—and was surprised by its weight. It was noticeably heavier than he’d expected. He tried BATTLE next, which felt similar, then GOLD, which was obviously different.

’So this isn’t about the meaning of the words, it’s about their physical properties. Some of these blocks weigh the same, and I need to find the six that match.’

He began systematically comparing weights, using the scale to check his assessments. PEACE and HONOR were definitely heavier than the others. GOLD was in a category by itself—either much heavier or much lighter than the rest.

’This is more complex than simple elimination. There could be multiple weight categories, and I need to find the six that are exactly identical.’

Lucas grouped the blocks by apparent weight, but quickly realized he’d been making assumptions. When he put SECRET on one side of the scale and ECHO on the other, they balanced perfectly. Adding SWORD to SECRET’s side tipped the scale, but adding LIGHT to ECHO’s side brought it back to balance.

’Wait—that means SECRET and LIGHT weigh the same, and ECHO and SWORD weigh the same, but SECRET and ECHO are also the same weight? That would mean all four weigh the same.’

He tested this theory systematically, comparing different combinations. SHADOW balanced with TIME. STORM balanced with QUEEN. When he put all six—SECRET, ECHO, LIGHT, SWORD, SHADOW, TIME—on the scale together, they balanced perfectly against STORM, QUEEN, and four other blocks he selected.

’No, that’s not right. The question asks for six words that weigh the same, not six words that balance against others.’

Lucas reset his approach, this time being more methodical. He selected one block—SECRET—as his baseline and began comparing every other block against it individually.

SECRET = ECHO (balanced perfectly)

SECRET ≠ PEACE (PEACE heavier)

SECRET ≠ BATTLE (BATTLE heavier)

SECRET = LIGHT (balanced perfectly)

SECRET ≠ GOLD (GOLD much heavier)

SECRET ≠ HONOR (HONOR heavier)

SECRET = SHADOW (balanced perfectly)

SECRET = SWORD (balanced perfectly)

SECRET ≠ KING (KING lighter)

SECRET = TIME (balanced perfectly)

SECRET ≠ STORM (STORM heavier)

SECRET ≠ QUEEN (QUEEN heavier)

SECRET ≠ FAITH (FAITH lighter)

SECRET ≠ SILENCE (SILENCE lighter)

’So I have SECRET, ECHO, LIGHT, SHADOW, SWORD, and TIME as the six blocks of identical weight.’

He arranged these six blocks in a hexagonal pattern on a circular depression in the table that he’d noticed earlier. The moment the sixth block settled into place, the depression glowed softly and another section of floor revealed the lift.

’Two down, three to go. But the time pressure is increasing, and I can feel each challenge getting more complex.’