Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 477

477: City of tomorrow 477: City of tomorrow Noah woke to the sound of singing.

Not just any singing-loud, enthusiastic, completely off-key singing that could only belong to one person.

He sat up in bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and tried to identify the melody drifting up from downstairs.

“*I’ve been milking cows, making profit now, got my money stacks, ain’t no looking back-*” Noah blinked.

Was Kelvin seriously singing that song?

The one that had been all over the entertainment feeds just months before they left earth for the station, some ridiculous viral hit about a farmer who’d become a billionaire through beast core-enhanced dairy products?

He pulled on clothes and made his way downstairs, following the smell of actual cooking food and the continued assault on musical sensibilities.

The kitchen was brighter than he remembered from last night, morning light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows that offered views of the city below.

Kelvin stood at the stove, his cybernetic arms moving with surprising dexterity as he flipped something in a pan while continuing his performance.

“*Trading cores and cream, living out my dream, got that farm-to-table scheme-*” “Please stop,” Diana called from where she was already seated at the kitchen island, her hair still messy from sleep.

“I’m begging you.

It’s too early for this.” “It’s never too early for art,” Kelvin replied cheerfully, not stopping his cooking or his singing.

“*Beast-fed cattle make the best latte-*” Sophie emerged from her room, took one look at the scene, and started laughing.

“Is he actually making breakfast while singing the cow song?” “The cow song slaps and you all know it,” Kelvin said, finally abandoning his performance to focus on plating food.

“Also, good morning to you too.

I’ve prepared a feast fit for the founders of the Eclipse Faction.” He laid out plates with practiced ease-eggs cooked perfectly, some kind of meat that smelled amazing, toast that was somehow both crispy and soft, and what looked like fresh fruit arranged in a way that suggested actual effort.

Noah sat down, eyeing the spread with genuine appreciation.

“Where did you learn to cook like this?” “What, you thought being a billionaire’s son meant I couldn’t handle basic life skills?” Kelvin grabbed his own plate and joined them.

“My dad was never home.

The house staff were great, but I got bored.

Started experimenting in the kitchen when I was like ten.” Diana took a bite and her eyebrows rose.

“This is actually good.

Like, really good.” “Sounds like a skill issue on your end if you can’t cook,” Kelvin said smugly.

“I mean, Noah I understand.

The guy was raised in an academy eating cafeteria food.

But you, Diana?

You’re telling me the Ice Queen of Academy 8 can’t make breakfast?” “I can make breakfast,” Diana said defensively.

“I just choose not to.” “That’s what someone who can’t cook would say.” Sophie was already halfway through her plate.

“This is delicious, Kelvin.

Thank you for making it.” “See?

Sophie appreciates my talents.” Kelvin pointed his fork at Noah and Diana.

“You two could learn something from her.” They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the kind of easy morning routine that felt almost surreal after months of military rations and constant crisis.

Noah watched his friends and felt something settle in his chest-this was what they were fighting for, wasn’t it?

Moments like this.

The ability to just exist together without threat of death looming over them.

“So,” Kelvin said eventually, pulling out his tablet while still eating one-handed.

“I spent some time last night mapping out faction territories in the Eastern Sector.

There are about fifteen registered factions operating in this cardinal, ranging from major organizations with hundreds of members to small operations barely scraping by.” He projected a holographic map above the table, the city layout appearing with various sections marked in different colors.

“The major factions control the prime territories-areas with high beast activity for hunting, proximity to core exchanges, access to good recruitment pools.

The smaller ones get pushed to the margins.” Noah studied the map, noting how territory seemed to follow economic patterns.

“Which ones are struggling?” “Three caught my attention.” Kelvin highlighted sections of the map.

“The Iron Fangs, used to be mid-tier but their leadership got killed in a Harbinger encounter six months ago.

They’ve been bleeding members ever since.

The Goldberg Hawks, small operation in the southern districts that’s having funding problems.

And the Void Reapers-” “Please tell me they didn’t name themselves after void abilities,” Noah interrupted.

“They absolutely did.

Started by some guy who claimed to have minor void manipulation, turned out to be a fraud, but the name stuck.” Kelvin grinned.

“They’re probably our best bet though.

Small enough that absorbing them wouldn’t cause major faction politics, desperate enough that they’d actually consider new leadership, but established enough that they have basic infrastructure we could use.” “We should actually see these places,” Sophie said thoughtfully.

“Get a sense of the city, how factions operate, what we’re actually getting into.” “Agreed,” Diana said.

“All this planning is great, but we need eyes on the ground.” “I’ll call for a ride-” Noah started, but Sophie held up a hand.

“No need.

I have a car.” “You have a car?” Kelvin looked at her with renewed interest.

“Like, an actual car, not just using the taxi network?” Sophie smiled slightly.

“I have several cars.

There’s a garage downstairs.

We can take the Fambogini.” The silence that followed was profound.

“I’m sorry,” Diana said slowly.

“Did you just say you casually own a Fambogini?

As in, the luxury sports car that costs more than most people make in five years?” “It was a graduation present to myself,” Sophie said, like this was completely normal.

“When I decided to continue in the military instead of…

well, instead of following my parents’ path.

Seemed like I should celebrate making my own choices.” Kelvin was already standing.

“I need to see this.

Right now.

Immediately.” The garage was accessed through a private elevator from Sophie’s house, opening into a climate-controlled space that held four vehicles in pristine condition.

But everyone’s attention locked onto the sleek, aggressive form of the Fambogini-all sharp angles and aerodynamic curves, painted in a deep purple that seemed to shift colors in the light.

“That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Kelvin breathed.

“Can I drive it?” “Absolutely not,” Sophie replied, but she was smiling.

“But you can ride shotgun if you behave.” Getting into the city proper meant navigating the vertical traffic system that characterized post-Harbinger urban design.

Sophie guided the Fambogini up the access ramp and into one of the designated air lanes with practiced ease, the car’s anti-gravity systems humming as they lifted off the ground.

Noah watched through the windshield as the Eastern Sector revealed itself in full daylight.

The city sprawled in every direction, a mix of old architecture that had survived the first Harbinger invasion and new construction built with lessons learned from that near-apocalypse.

Buildings rose in clusters, their designs incorporating reinforced materials and emergency evacuation systems that hadn’t existed before humanity learned the universe wanted them dead.

Flying cars filled the air lanes in organized chaos, thousands of vehicles moving in coordinated patterns managed by automated traffic systems.

Most were basic models, affordable transports that got people from point A to point B.

But scattered among them were luxury vehicles like Sophie’s, standing out through design and performance rather than sheer ostentation.

“It’s weird being back,” Diana observed from the back seat.

“Everything looks normal.

People going to work, living their lives, like the Harbinger threat is just background noise.” “It kind of is, for them,” Noah said.

“Most people in the city will never encounter a Harbinger directly.

They know the threat exists, but it’s abstract.

Something that happens to other people, in other places.” Below them, the city streets were busy with ground traffic and pedestrians.

Noah could see awakened humans using their abilities in casual, everyday ways-a construction worker using enhanced strength to move materials, someone with minor telekinesis helping unload delivery trucks, a street performer creating small illusions to entertain a crowd.

“Look there,” Sophie said, gesturing to a building they were passing.

The structure’s entrance had a large holographic display showing current beast bounties and core prices.

“That’s a core exchange.

People bring in cores from hunts, get them appraised, and sell them for credits.

It’s how most faction members make their living.” Kelvin leaned forward, studying the display.

“Category one cores going for about five hundred credits each.

Category two for two thousand.

That’s…

actually not bad money if you’re hunting regularly.” “If you survive the hunts,” Diana added.

“Beasts might not be Harbingers, but they’ll still kill you if you’re not careful.” They flew past a district where faction presence was obvious-buildings marked with emblems and colors, recruitment offices with holographic advertisements, training facilities where members could be seen sparring in designated areas.

It was a whole ecosystem Noah had barely thought about during his time at the academy and on Vanguard Station.

“That’s Iron Fang territory,” Kelvin said, checking his tablet against their location.

“See the red and black markers?

That’s how they claim their space.

Other factions know not to operate here without permission.” The Iron Fang buildings looked maintained but showed signs of reduced activity.

Fewer people in the training areas, some of the offices appearing closed or minimally staffed.

The faction was still operating, but the decline Kelvin had mentioned was visible even from the air.

Sophie guided them deeper into the city, passing through different faction territories and noting how each maintained their own distinct character.

Some areas were bustling and prosperous, others looked like they were hanging on by their fingernails.

The economic realities of faction life were written in the architecture and the number of people they saw.

“Pull over there,” Noah said, pointing to a public landing area.

“Let’s actually walk around, get a sense of how things work at ground level.” They parked the Fambogini in a secured lot-Sophie paying the attendant with a credit chip-and stepped out onto the city streets.

The difference between flying above and walking among was immediately apparent.

Up in the air lanes, everything had looked organized and efficient.

Down here, the reality was messier, louder, more alive.

The street market they’d landed near was packed with people.

Vendors sold everything from basic goods to specialized equipment for awakened humans.

Noah saw ability-enhancing supplements, protective gear designed for beast hunting, even what looked like black market tech that probably wasn’t strictly legal.

“Stay close,” Sophie said quietly.

“This area has a reputation for pickpockets.” They moved through the crowd, drawing some attention but not as much as Noah had feared.

A few people recognized him-he caught whispers of “that’s the Eclipse kid” and “saved people during the Purge attack”-but most were too focused on their own business to care about four teenagers walking past.

What struck Noah most was how normal it all felt.

These people knew Harbingers existed, knew humanity had nearly been exterminated, knew the threat could return at any moment.

But they still haggled over prices, complained about traffic, worried about paying rent and feeding their families.

Life went on because it had to.

“Check this out,” Kelvin said, stopping at a vendor’s stall.

The display showed various pieces of technology, some clearly scavenged from old military equipment, others custom-built.

“This is Harbinger-war surplus.

People are still finding caches of equipment from the first invasion, selling it on the gray market.” The vendor, a middle-aged woman with cybernetic eyes, looked up at them with professional interest.

“You kids in the market for some gear?

Got some quality stuff here, better than what the factions issue to their members.” “Just browsing,” Noah said.

“Sure, sure.” Her gaze lingered on him a moment longer.

“You’re that Eclipse boy, aren’t you?

From the academy?” Noah nodded carefully.

“My brother was in that city block you saved from the bomb.

He lived because you and your team stopped those Purge bastards.” She reached under her stall and pulled out a small device.

“Here.

Power cell, military grade.

It’s on the house.” “I can’t-” Noah started.

“Take it,” she insisted.

“Not every day I get to thank someone for keeping my family alive.” He accepted the power cell, feeling the weight of gratitude he hadn’t earned.

He’d just done what needed doing.

But to her, to people who’d been in that city block, he was a hero.

They continued through the market, and Noah noticed patterns in the crowd.

Awakened humans moved with a confidence that came from power-not arrogance, exactly, but an awareness that they were different, special, valuable in this new world.

Regular humans moved differently, more carefully, like they were constantly aware of their position in a hierarchy they hadn’t chosen.

It wasn’t overt discrimination.

Nobody was being openly mistreated.

But the divide was there in subtle ways-awakened humans got served first at vendor stalls, regular humans stepped aside to let them pass, job postings specified “awakened preferred” in their listings.

“It’s not fair,” Diana said quietly, clearly noticing the same things Noah had.

“Regular humans didn’t choose not to awaken.

They shouldn’t be treated like second-class citizens.” “They’re not,” Sophie replied, but her tone suggested she knew it was complicated.

“Not officially.

But in practical terms?

Yeah.

Awakened humans are more valuable in a world where threats require superhuman responses.

The market reflects that reality.” They spent another hour exploring, gathering information, getting a sense of how the city actually functioned outside of academy walls and military installations.

Kelvin found a faction office and charmed his way into getting some general information about how recruitment worked, what kinds of contracts were common, how territory disputes got resolved.

By the time they headed back to the Fambogini, Noah felt like he understood their challenge better.

Building a faction wasn’t just about finding fighters and giving them orders.

It was about creating an organization that could function in this complex ecosystem, navigate faction politics, provide for its members, and still maintain the mission of actually protecting people rather than just making money.

The drive back to Sophie’s house was quieter, everyone processing what they’d seen and learned.

The sun was starting its descent toward evening, painting the city in shades of orange and gold.

They parked in the garage and took the elevator back up to the house, already discussing next steps and potential approaches to the factions they’d identified as targets.

That’s when Noah noticed her.

Standing at the front entrance to Sophie’s house, tall and unmistakable even from a distance, was Captain Seraleth.

Her white hair caught the fading sunlight, and her seven-foot frame made her impossible to miss.

She was looking around at the city view with obvious fascination, like she’d never seen human civilization from this perspective.

“How-” Kelvin started, his brain clearly trying to process this.

“How did she find us?

How did she even get here?

How was a ship cleared to enter Earth’s space just like that?

Do you know how much security there is around planetary approaches?” But Seraleth wasn’t answering questions.

The moment she spotted Noah, her face lit up with genuine joy and she moved toward him with that impossible grace her species possessed.

She pulled him into a hug that lifted him slightly off his feet, her strength casual and overwhelming.

“Noah Eclipse,” she said warmly.

“I’m so glad I found you.” Noah caught Sophie’s eye over Seraleth’s shoulder.

Understanding passed between them instantly-Seraleth’s presence here, her ability to track them down, her arrival on Earth without apparent difficulty.

It meant Lucy had gotten their message.

It meant the Grey family was responding.

It meant they weren’t alone in this after all.

Sophie’s smile matched Noah’s own growing grin.

Diana looked confused but pleased.

Kelvin was still trying to figure out the logistics of an elf captain traveling from Raiju Prime to Earth in less than a day.

But those were questions for later.

Right now, standing in the fading sunlight with an alien warrior princess hugging him while his team looked on in various states of amusement and confusion, Noah felt something he hadn’t felt since leaving Vanguard Station.

Hope.

The Eclipse Faction had just gotten its first real ally.

And if the Grey family was backing them, everything had just changed.