Starting With an SSS-Rank Goddess Summon!

Chapter 66: Upgrade This, Upgrade That, Upgrade Everything [Bonus Chapter]

”I will... Have a good night,” Silas said.

He completely cut the call before she could attempt to drag the conversation into awkward personal territory.

He saved the number under ’Textile Logistics’, locked his phone and then he walked.

Silas walked straight through the dark quiet hallway and into his sprawling master bedroom, placing the phone on the side.

He stopped perfectly at the edge of his massive plush mattress as he stretched his hands up.

”Haah~ It’s time to upgrade.”

It was finally time to put his Absolute Upgrade System to work!

Silas raised his right hand.

He focused his mind with laser-like precision on the specific sector of his spatial inventory holding his massive credit purchases from the boutique.

With a subtle pulse of his lord energy, a massive spatial tear ripped completely open directly above the dead center of the bed.

A towering mountain of high-end clothing cascaded violently down onto the pristine white sheets.

Two hundred and sixteen complete, individually tailored outfits spilled heavily across the massive mattress.

There were thick durable canvas tunics, heavy leather combat trousers, wool sleepwear, and sprawling piles of elegant, enchanted emerald-green spider-silk dresses meant exclusively for Eluned and any other girl that felt quite cute.

Alongside the finished garments, heavy wooden spools of raw unspun silk and dense crates of premium sewing materials crashed heavily down.

’These are for the Tailor...’ Silas thought.

The massive haul completely buried the bed under a small, highly expensive hill of Earth-made textiles.

Silas stared critically at the massive pile of clothing.

It was extremely expensive, premium gear by local Valoria City standards but Silas knew the brutal, completely unforgiving reality of the Umbral Basin.

The freezing mud, the highly corrosive black blood of the mutating Spirit Beasts, and the jagged razor-sharp obsidian rocks of the frontier would tear this premium civilian canvas to absolute shreds in a matter of days.

Earth fashion was explicitly designed for paved sidewalks, wealthy galas, and climate-controlled cafes.

It was inadequate for fighting an endless brutal war in an active death zone.

He needed to completely bend reality to his absolute will...

Silas extended both of his hands directly toward the mountain of clothes.

He had the capital to completely burn... naturally, that their recent raid had contributed quite some points.

A glowing blue holographic window materialized directly in front of his retinas, displaying the exact UI format of his unique System.

[Upgrade System: Would you like to upgrade Standard Civilian Garments & Raw Textiles to Tier 3 Enchanted Wear?]

[Cost: 800 UP]

”Confirm,” Silas stated, his voice ringing with heavy, absolute authority.

A blinding roaring tidal wave of golden light violently erupted from his extended palms.

The light didn’t just illuminate the dark master bedroom like a normal light would...it completely consumed it.

The golden fire washed directly over the massive pile of clothing, sinking deep into the individual microscopic threads and fibers of every single garment.

The mundane Earth-made materials violently reacted to the cosmic system-level intrusion.

Silas watched the fabric rapidly, aggressively transmute right before his eyes.

The standard heavy canvas tunics visibly darkened.

Their weaves tightened aggressively to impossible bulletproof densities.

The raw leather combat trousers hardened completely, taking on a sleek black sheen that actively absorbed the ambient light in the room.

The elegant spider-silk dresses physically changed too.

They suddenly glowed with protective arcane geometries seamlessly woven directly into their trailing hems.

The heavy wooden crates of raw thread and needles disintegrated entirely.

They instantly reformed into glowing spools of mythril-laced string and completely unbreakable steel tailoring tools.

’I don’t think the tailor will have an issue with this.’ He thought, especially because she was one of his Shieldmaidens.

The golden light finally receded.

It pulled back smoothly into his skin, leaving the bedroom smelling strongly of static electricity for some reason.

”Fuck! Did it work at the very least?’ Silas thought as he stepped forward.

He reached out and grasped the sleeve of one of the newly forged canvas tunics intended for Brida.

The fabric felt entirely different.

It was incredibly soft and highly flexible to the touch, yet it physically possessed the heavy completely unyielding tensile strength of thick woven Kevlar.

The blue holographic tab flashed a final confirmation update.

[Upgrade Complete: Tier 3 Enchanted Wear.]

Silas smirked, rubbing the dark durable fabric firmly between his thumb and forefinger.

The system had automatically applied Extreme Durability, Auto-Fitting, and Climate-Controlled attributes directly into the magical weave.

The Auto-Fitting enchantment alone was completely worth the massive, eight-hundred-point expenditure.

Aeliana’s meticulous detailed leather ledger of exact waistlines and chest circumferences was no longer strictly necessary.

The magical garments would flawlessly shrink or expand to perfectly match the exact physical dimensions of whichever individual soldier actively put them on.

It ensured absolute, perfect combat mobility without ever restricting their joints or heavy armor.

The Climate-Control runes woven into the seams would passively keep his soldiers entirely warm in the freezing monsoon rains, and perfectly cool during the sweltering humid heat of the basin.

He had just secured a massive permanent logistical and morale boost for his entire standing army.

With a simple mental command, Silas swept the newly evolved two hundred and sixteen Tier 3 garments and the tailoring materials entirely back into his spatial inventory.

He wasn’t finished...

He raised his right hand again.

He pulled the two heavy steel lockboxes he had purchased from the Association’s raw materials quartermaster directly out of the void.

The heavy metal crates violently slammed onto the hardwood floor right at the foot of his bed with a loud bone-rattling crash.

Inside sat exactly fifty pounds of raw star-iron and fifty pounds of deep-earth alloy.

It was premium and expensive metal.

It was incredibly hard to forge but standard for Valoria City’s elite corporate-backed weaponsmiths.

Silas aimed his open palms directly at the locked crates.

[Upgrade System: Would you like to upgrade Standard High-Density Alloys to Tier 3 Mythic-Grade Ingots?]

[Cost: 200 UP]

”Confirm,” Silas ordered cleanly.

Another violent blinding burst of pure golden light directly struck the steel crates.

The standard lockboxes instantly, completely melted away. They were entirely unable to physically withstand the ambient heat of the system evolution process.

The raw unrefined chunks of ore inside began to aggressively condense and violently shift.

The standard gray star-iron completely turned a deep glowing midnight blue.

The metal was heavily specked with internally glowing white points of light that distinctly resembled trapped, microscopic constellations.

The standard deep-earth alloy violently compressed.

It formed into heavy and perfectly refined bars of dark crimson metal that physically radiated a heavy gravitational pull on the floorboards.

The evolved ingots sat cooling on the hardwood floor, literally singing with cosmic resonance for some reason.

’The Dwarf is going to absolutely lose her mind when she sees this...’ Silas thought with a grim satisfied smile touching his lips.

With authentic Tier 3 ingots, his summoned blacksmith could forge heavy vanguard armor that would effortlessly withstand the crushing direct blows of an Abyssal Gore-Fiend...

’Probably, I don’t know yet...’

He swept the heavy metals back into his secure digital storage then Silas upgraded the weapons and equipments he had bought for the girls, they were pretty easy and soon...

Silas pulled the final most important item from his recent shopping trip.

He reached into the void and drew out the long, entirely unadorned Tier 1 Sylvan Staff he had specifically purchased for Eluned.

WHOOSH!

The pale Ironwood was structurally sturdy, but it completely lacked any true, offensive arcane presence.

It was a literal blank slate.

”Not for long you won’t...”

Silas gripped the exact center of the wooden staff with both hands.

[Upgrade System: Would you like to upgrade Tier 1 Sylvan Staff to Tier 3 Pseudo-World Tree Branch?]

[Cost: 600 UP]

”Confirm.”

The golden light flared for the third and final time... It traveled rapidly up and down the physical length of the weapon.

The pale Ironwood violently twisted and loudly groaned.

It completely darkened into a rich and deep mahogany color.

Thick pulsing emerald-green veins of pure crystallized nature magic forcefully pushed their way to the surface of the wood, pulsing glowing like glowing biological arteries.

The top of the staff physically expanded next.

It branched out into an intricate, jagged, highly complex crown of dark roots that curled protectively around a massive, floating orb of highly concentrated, purely green Aether.

Silas felt the heavy pulse of pure life magic physically radiating from the finished weapon.

”I’m glad...”

It was a devastating arcane conduit.

This staff was perfectly, exclusively tailored to handle the apocalyptic magical output of an SSS-Rank Goddess without physically shattering into splinters... hopefully, he could increase the tier though but that was enough UP for today.

’Will Eluned like this?’ Silas wondered internally, turning the glowing staff over in his hands.

He smirked.

She would probably cry and completely refuse to let it go.

”Alright... my preparations are now complete.”

He had drained over a thousand Upgrade Points in ten minutes, but the resulting arsenal was worth its weight to the girls.

He brought out the summoning card again and held it between his thick fingers.

The metal was cool to the touch... It pulsed continuously with the chaotic energy of the Sovereign Realm.

’I really need an equally powerful Divine being as Eluned this time...’

He had raw unyielding brute-force heavy infantry anchored perfectly by Brida.

He had terrifying unpredictable mobility and flanking lethality in Tamsin.

Fenna commanded the ranged artillery flawlessly from the wooden walls.

Aeliana and Rowena provided devastating magical support from the backline and Eluned operated as an overarching, SSS-Rank tactical nuke capable of instantly altering the very physical landscape of the battlefield.

His territory was a fortress but as the grueling Novice Trial had brutally proven, the Umbral Basin was endlessly cruel.

The Tide had nearly buckled their defensive shield wall through overwhelming mass.

The mortal Shieldmaidens were physically strong, but their combat technique was entirely rooted in basic rigid phalanx drills.

They knew how to hold a line but they lacked the refined brutal martial arts required to systematically dismantle larger and smarter prey in highly fluid close-quarters combat.

’I would have bought a manual but that would mean buying a manual for everybody.’ Silas thought, he was loaded but not that loaded... and for that reason...

Silas needed a hero of violence.

He needed a mythic entity who didn’t just cast massive elemental spells from the safety of the backline or rely entirely on overwhelming brute strength to win an exchange.

He needed a divine warrior who actively specialized in heavy melee weapons.

He needed a blademaster or a spear-saint who could step directly into the training yard and forcefully forge his mortal girls into an army of untouchable elite martial artists.

With his Legendary [Divine Sanctum] trait permanently active, his thoughts didn’t have an effect of what kind of Goddess or Divine he was going to summon.

”I can only pray that it’s going to summon a Goddess of War.”

Silas took a deep breath.

He had absolutely everything he needed and he was done playing civilian on Earth.

”Let’s g—”

Buzz! Buzz!

Silas paused. He glanced down at the bed as his Spirit Phone was vibrating aggressively against the bed.

He pulled the sleek black device from the bed and tapped the glowing glass screen.

A new notification hovered over the lock screen, it was an encrypted, direct message from an unsaved number.

He opened the text.

[Elora]: I am very glad I saw you today, Silas. I had been a bit worried about you surviving the trial.

Silas stared at the glowing text message and his right eye physically twitched.

’Is this Elora or is this a prank?’ Silas thought.

The tone was too wrong!

It was soft and reeked of vulnerability.

It completely contradicted the cold corporate ice-queen persona Elora Verinda had projected at the cafe just an hour ago.

His thumbs tapped rapidly against the digital keyboard.

[Silas]: Is this a wrong number? Or is this really Elora?

The response came through exactly three seconds later.

[Elora]: Who else? 😊