I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

This giant ship had sat in the middle of this sunken crater for uncounted years, perhaps even longer than Ethen could properly comprehend with mortal history. Its expansive upper deck was utterly rotting, the thick wooden planks that had once been sturdy, seaworthy, and reliable now ruined by the endless passage of time. No matter how high-grade the primordial timber had been when the ship was first laid down, it had eventually tasted the slow, unforgiving decay of the ages.

Large sections of the weather deck had already collapsed entirely under their own dried weight, leaving wide, jagged chasms that dropped straight into the pitch-black lower decks of the vessel below.

As Ethen moved through the broken exterior rooms, he stepped with extreme care so he wouldn’t plunge through the rotting floorboards or snap the cracked support beams beneath his boots.

The entire ancient wooden skeleton groaned and creaked loudly with every single shift of his physical balance.

Gripping his heavy crossbow with white knuckles, his eyes darted through the thick, settling gloom of the interior.

There was something deeply unsettling about this hollow wreckage that made the fine hairs along his forearms stand straight up.

It wasn’t just because the ship was ancient and abandoned to the elements. Ethen had already explored plenty of forgotten stone ruins across the Nether Realm that had survived through centuries of complete neglect. What truly bothered him was the cold, suffocating malice that seemed to hang frozen in the damp, stagnant air inside these warped wooden walls.

Something dangerous was lurking right beside him in the dark.

The elusive shadow creature had slipped through the broken deck seams and vanished from plain sight, but Ethen knew from its mocking behavior that it wouldn’t stay hidden away for long.

That monster had already beat Adam down during their very first run-in near the crater’s edge.

It had nearly burned Vlad into a pile of black ash out in the rocky basin just minutes ago.

And now the cunning bastard had deliberately pulled them down into the claustrophobic guts of this dead ship.

Ethen had no intention of letting the slippery beast crawl away from this encounter alive.

He locked his focus down to an icy edge, moving through the suffocating gloom without making a single sound against the floor.

His footsteps were light and calculated as he slipped from one dark officer’s cabin into the next ruined companionway. Thick, gray dust floated through the stagnant air with every small movement he made, catching the dim, pale rays of light that pierced through the shattered ceiling timbers above.

He kept the iron crossbow raised at eye level, his right index finger resting lightly on the cold trigger mechanism.

Every blind corner ahead was an open invitation for a lethal ambush.

Every pool of deep shadow along the bulkhead could be hiding a set of razor-sharp teeth.

"You know, I’ve been waiting for a truly sentient summon forever," a sudden, raspy whisper hissed through the damp air.

The unexpected voice made Ethen’s pupils narrow instantly into tight, focused pinpricks.

"I could just slip inside his skull and completely possess his body."

"Hm?"

Ethen caught the cold, breathy whisper drifting from his left flank, immediately rolling backward across the deck as his fingers slammed the trigger repeatedly.

Three high-grade, rune-carved bolts hissed violently through the darkness, tearing the stale air apart with sharp kinetic snaps.

Yet the iron tips struck nothing but dry, rotting oak planks.

"You know what the absolute worst part is, little boy?" the voice echoed mockingly from the shadows.

The oily black mass rolled smoothly through the darkness, its thin silhouette bleeding away into the cracked walls before Ethen could slot another magazine into the receiver.

"You’ll never even know if it’s him or me looking back at you."

Ethen stared hard at the empty space where the mocking whisper had originated.

He took a slow, deep breath through his nose and flatly refused to let the psychological venom get under his skin.

He had fought enough desperate battles to know exactly what cheap mind games looked like on a battlefield.

The creature was deliberately trying to make him slip up and lose his tactical discipline.

It wanted him angry, reckless, and swinging blind in the pitch-black corridors.

That didn’t mean Ethen was going to back off and let the abomination play around inside his head.

"Hmp."

Ethen’s dark eyes flashed with a cold, pale glow as he activated his specialized sight.

Using his whitelight vision, he spotted a dark, oily smudge sliding along the floorboards thirty paces ahead in the gloom.

Right there.

He didn’t waste half a second second-guessing the visual feed.

His legs drove him forward with explosive power, his boots splintering a dry plank as he sprinted through the narrow doorway in hot pursuit.

The shadow creature raced through the dead ship with terrifying agility, sliding through rotten doors and tight gaps as if the physical wood offered no structural resistance to its liquid form.

"Scampering around like a stray dog chasing a shadow! Don’t you have better things to do with your short life, mortal?"

The creature’s mocking voice bounced off the damp timbers from three different directions at once, creating a disorienting acoustic echo.

It clearly hadn’t expected Ethen to track its precise movements through the complete blackness of the hull.

That sensory trick alone was an annoying surprise for the elusive beast.

Still, the monster didn’t seem particularly worried in the slightest.

In this liquid, shapeless form?

It genuinely believed it was completely untouchable by ordinary physical attacks.

The hollow ship seemed to stretch on forever, an endless maze of ruined corridors, collapsed bulkheads, and crushed storage cabins as the chase dragged on deeper into the keel.

Ethen kept his mouth shut and didn’t waste his breath answering the creature’s petty taunts.

He just kept his feet pumping, his boots skimming over structural hazards with mechanical precision.

His eyes stayed locked on the moving smudge of ink, refusing to lose the trail for even a fraction of a second.

Then, the shadowy figure darted into a wide, open cargo hold situated near the center of the vessel.

Right above the chamber, a thick beam of white light punched down through a massive structural breach in the upper deck.

It struck downward like a falling celestial battering ram.

The shadow creature took the kinetic shockwave dead center.

—BOOM!

Its ink-like body was blasted violently sideways, slamming hard against the reinforced wooden wall with a sickening, wet smack.

"Get over here!!"

Adam dropped straight through the ceiling breach right behind the staggered beast.

His bare feet smashed through several dry planks as he landed with thunderous force, his sudden entry tearing away the gloom and exposing the creature’s writhing, smoky outline.

The shadow creature scrambled desperately across the timbers, attempting to melt back into the floorboards and escape the light.

Ethen was already waiting in the main threshold, cutting off the corridor.

He blocked the narrow exit with his drawn saber, leveling his weapon and driving the beast away from its only clean escape path.

The creature darted sharply to the left, heading toward the open center of the hold.

Adam charged in relentlessly from the flank, his bare hands coiled into fists.

Ethen pushed forward aggressively from the rear, narrowing the operational angle.

Every time the black mass tried to break into the shadows, one of them was right there to cut off its momentum with cold efficiency.

They kept tightening the circle step by step, gradually forcing the creature closer and closer toward the center of the vast, hollow chamber.

Neither of them caught the subtle environmental warning signs at first.

Or perhaps they had simply allowed their collective rage over Vlad’s injuries to blind them to the obvious tactical danger.

They had been aggressively hunting something that sat far above their current mortal realm.

—Boom!!

A brutal, catastrophic shockwave of raw, suffocating energy suddenly exploded outward from the center of the room.

The physical blast was completely overwhelming.

The massive cargo walls shivered violently under the strain.

The rotting timbers shrieked and splintered under the sudden surge of power as the shadow creature stopped shrinking, expanding outward with an aura that sucked the air straight out of the room.

Ethen’s face went pale as his heart seized.

The pure, crushing weight filling the chamber made every muscle in his chest lock up tight.

The creature had stopped running away like a frightened animal.

It had completely stopped playing hide-and-seek among the rotting cabins.

And now, it was finally revealing what it was actually made of.

Yes.

This shadow abomination was an authentic, living Demi-god.

For a stupid, careless moment, it felt like they had completely forgotten that foundational fact.

They had been so obsessed with chasing it down and cornering it inside the hull that they had walked straight into its rhythm.

They had been acting like apex hunters tracking down wounded prey in an open field.

In reality, they had just stepped directly into the monster’s personal slaughterhouse.

"Ugh!"

Ethen choked out a strangled curse as the invisible shockwave slammed into his chest like a flying iron boulder.

His boots left the deck floorboards instantly.

His back slammed violently into the heavy timber wall, splintering the aged wood to dust as sharp, blinding agony tore through his spine and ribs.

"Gah!"

A hot, metallic mouthful of blood rushed up his throat.

He coughed hard, bright crimson liquid spilling past his lips and splattering heavily down the front of his armor.

The sheer, insurmountable gap in raw strength was brutally obvious.

The raw destructive power of an authentic Demi-god was something a Tier 5 mortal simply couldn’t handle with ordinary physical defenses.

There was no comparing the two distinct realms of power.

No fancy footwork, clever tricks, or low-tier spells could ever bridge the massive, fundamental divide between mortal and divine existences.

One side held a well of pure, conceptual power that the other hadn’t even begun to touch.

Ethen’s legs shook violently as he forced himself to stand back up against the cracked wooden wall.

His vision swam with blinding black spots for a terrifying second.

The throbbing pain tearing through his broken ribs and pulverized muscles was unbearable.

Yet he was still standing, his boots planted firmly against the timber.

Thanks to the power of Undying, one casual strike from an arrogant Demi-god was nowhere near enough to put Ethen in the dirt.

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