Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons - Chapter 569

569: Origin Sanctuary 569: Origin Sanctuary Instead, her domain focused on the variables that mattered.

The ambient magical energy flowing through the room became subtly more responsive to Jasmine’s control, eager to cooperate with her healing work.

The complex biological systems within Charlotte’s body found their natural healing processes encouraged, cells regenerating with slightly higher success rates, immune responses functioning more efficiently.

Random chance that might have caused complications simply…

chose not to manifest.

Probability waves that could have collapsed into negative outcomes instead selected more favorable alternatives.

The universe, within Neko’s domain, expressed clear preference for Charlotte’s recovery.

Jasmine’s eyes widened as she felt the change.

Her mana flowed more smoothly, her healing formations stabilized with less effort, and processes that had been fighting her guidance suddenly became cooperative.

“This is…

what is this?” “Luck,” Neko stated simply, settling onto one of the materialized cushions with supreme feline satisfaction.

“Reality currently favors success.

You’re welcome.

Continue working.” The healer didn’t argue, immediately taking advantage of the improved conditions.

Her hands moved with renewed confidence as complications that had been threatening to emerge simply failed to manifest.

Charlotte’s vital signs strengthened perceptibly, her body responding to treatment with unexpected vigour.

Neko watched with half-lidded eyes, maintaining her domain with the same effortless grace that characterised all her actions.

The golden motes continued drifting through the space, each one a visible representation of probability selecting beneficial outcomes from infinite alternatives.

A soft breeze that shouldn’t exist in an enclosed room ruffled Neko’s fur pleasantly.

Suddenly, a particularly stubborn blockage in Charlotte’s circulatory system cleared, allowing healing energy to flow unimpeded.

Convenient timing, Neko thought with smug satisfaction.

The domain pulsed gently, maintaining its sphere of influence while remaining selective about what it changed.

The treatment continued uninterrupted.

But the countless small variables that could have gone wrong-a momentary lapse in concentration, an unexpected magical fluctuation, a cellular process refusing to cooperate-all those potential failures simply chose to become successes instead.

Fortune’s Favor wasn’t about dramatic miracles or reality-breaking intervention.

It was about reality itself gently nudging every random element toward positive outcomes, accumulating tiny advantages until they created substantial results.

And for Charlotte, fighting for survival against her talent’s power, those accumulated advantages might make all the difference between life and death.

Neko curled into a more comfortable position on her cushion, her tail wrapping around her paws as she settled in to maintain the domain for as long as necessary.

Master chose wisely, she acknowledged through their bond.

This human healer works hard, but even hard work benefits from favourable luck.

Arthur’s mental response carried relief and approval.

Good work, Neko.

Maintain the domain as long as you can without exhausting yourself.

Let me know when everything is good.

She closed her eyes fully, appearing to fall asleep despite maintaining perfect awareness of everything within her domain.

The golden motes continued their lazy drift, and probability itself bent toward Charlotte’s recovery.

All while Neko looked like she was doing absolutely nothing, because that was precisely how cats preferred to operate-maximum results with minimum apparent effort.

After commanding Neko to maintain her domain around Charlotte, Arthur turned his attention to his own newly awakened power.

Anticipation built in his chest as he prepared to experience what true second-order authority felt like.

“Let’s see what Origin Sanctuary can do,” Arthur murmured, reaching for the domain that now resided within him like a coiled spring of potential.

He activated it.

Origin Sanctuary Power erupted from Arthur’s core, reality itself bending to accommodate his will.

The domain expanded outward in a perfect sphere, encompassing roughly fifty meters in every direction.

The forest clearing transformed as his authority asserted itself over the local space.

The environment shifted subtly but profoundly.

The air grew thick with primordial energy, carrying the weight of ancient contracts and unbreakable bonds.

Ethereal chains of light appeared throughout the space, connecting everything within the domain to Arthur himself in a vast web of summoning connections.

But what truly stunned Arthur was the flood of system notifications that filled his vision.

[Origin Sanctuary – Domain Effects Active] [All contracted summons within the domain receive +25% to all attributes] [All contracted summons within the domain have skill cooldowns reduced by 15%] [All contracted summons within the domain receive +20% health and mana regeneration] [You may summon any creature you have personally slain.

Summoned creatures within the domain do not count toward your normal summoning limit] [Enemy creatures within the domain suffer -15% to all attributes] [Enemy creatures within the domain have skill effectiveness reduced by 10%] [Hostile summoning attempts within the domain are suppressed by 30%] [Domain maintenance cost: Moderate mana drain over time] Arthur stared at the cascading notifications, his mind reeling from the implications.

Each effect alone would have been powerful.

Together, they transformed his domain into something approaching a localised reality where the rules bent entirely in his favour.

“They’re too powerful,” Arthur breathed, genuine shock coloring his voice.

“This is…

this is ridiculous.” The 25% attribute boost to all his summons meant his already formidable legendary creatures would become even more devastating.

The Winter Beast, Flamingo, Mane King-all of them would operate at capabilities that exceeded even their impressive baseline.

But that wasn’t what truly stunned him.

I can summon any creature I’ve killed.

Without limits.

Without counting toward my normal cap.

The implications crashed through Arthur’s consciousness like a tidal wave.

He’d killed thousands of creatures since entering this world, maybe more.

Every demon, every beast, every hostile entity that had fallen to his blade or his summons.

And within his domain, he could call them all back.

Arthur focused on the summoning ability his domain provided, testing its boundaries.

He reached back through his memories to the very first creature he’d killed after entering Armageddon-a corroded rabbit that had attacked him near the starting village.

Reality rippled, and the rabbit materialised before him.

Not as a contracted summon bound permanently to his will, but as a temporary manifestation sustained by his domain’s authority over it.