The screen glowed faintly in the quiet of Rudra's room.
He had been watching the Zix Core more often lately, not because it called to him, but because something about it had changed. The belief he'd built in the second realm had started to move like a current beneath the surface. People whispered the story of two broken brothers not as fiction, but as memory. Villagers carried the twin flame symbol without understanding where it came from. Soldiers paused mid-command, unsure why they hesitated.
And now, the Core had responded.
> [Secondary Channel – Summoning Potential Detected]
[Stage 1: Summon Requires Medium + 98,000 Points]
He leaned closer.
This wasn't a false alert. It wasn't theory anymore. The comic summoning power—the one tied to the Zix Core's deepest layers—was starting to open. But it came with rules.
Strict ones.
No summon would appear without a medium, something from this world that matched the soul of the character.
No summon could happen without enough system points, and the cost was steep.
> [Current Points: 39,214 / Required: 98,000]
He exhaled slowly, not surprised by the price. This power wasn't meant to be cheap. It wasn't a weapon to throw around. Each character he wanted to bring into this world had to be earned.
Not only that—they had to be anchored, like ghosts drawn to mirrors of their own story.
Which meant… the first step was to find her.
—
He already had someone in mind.
A woman from one of the darker comic arcs he'd read years ago. She wasn't a hero. She wasn't loud. But she could unravel kingdoms just by entering the right room. She could make enemies confess with a glance. Her intelligence wasn't cold. It was warm, seductive, dangerous.
The kind of woman who smiled while watching empires crumble.
Not a warrior.
Not a weapon.
But a force all the same.
If she could exist in this world, even in part—Rudra knew she would become something more than a tool. She would be a symbol. A test. A turning point in the way this world bent around him.
But to bring her, he needed her echo.
A mirror.
The system responded two days later with a location.
> [Medium Match: Crimson Mask – 87% Sync]
[Location: College Auditorium Display Cabinet]
He frowned in recognition.
The Crimson Mask. It had been sitting in that cabinet since the cultural play three years ago. Red velvet, soft edges, no one paid attention to it anymore. But somehow, the Core had scanned it and marked it as a perfect match.
To Rudra, it made sense.
In the comics, she wore a similar mask in the early chapters—when she manipulated councilmen into revealing state secrets. That mask had become a symbol of her true self. And here, unknowingly, that same symbol had been waiting.
Now he just needed the points.
—
He returned to the second realm.
Careful not to push too hard, he guided the belief system through small waves of tension. In one region, a Hero commander refused to punish his men for carrying symbols of the flame. In another, a necromancer publicly questioned Vaelion's endless war. His punishment was cruel—ritual humiliation and death—but it gave the belief more power.
> [Belief Surge: +6,500 Points]
[Distorted Emotion: +4,800 Points]
Rudra kept feeding the system through carefully placed conflicts—nothing that would break the world, just enough to make people question. And in their questioning, more faith took root.
And from that faith: more points.
By the end of the seventh day, his counter read:
> [Total Points: 118,430]
Enough.
Now, only the mask remained.
—
The college auditorium was quiet that night.
He entered through the back utility door, using a copied card. He had studied the surveillance system. The corridor facing the glass cabinet wasn't monitored, and the maintenance team didn't patrol this side at night.
The mask looked even more forgotten than he remembered. A thin layer of dust dulled the red velvet. The brass nameplate had fallen off years ago.
Rudra reached in with gloved hands, unlatched the case, and removed it.
> [Medium Registered – Sync: Stable]
[Ready for Summon]
He slipped it into a protective cloth bag and left without sound.
Back in his room, he locked the door, drew the curtains, and placed the mask on his desk beneath the Zix Core's glow. The interface adjusted.
> [Summon Candidate: Female]
[Class: Espionage / Seduction Tier]
[Mode: Full Manifestation]
[Status: Ready]
[Proceed?]
He paused.
Nowhere in the description did it say what she would look like. No armor. No outfit list. No personality traits listed.
No indication of what he would see.
He only knew her from memory—curves beneath silk, lips that never told the full truth, a mind that led kings to ruin.
And so he pressed Yes.
—
The Core pulsed.
The air in his room warmed by a few degrees.
A faint ring of light appeared on the floor—blood red, slow-spinning.
A scent began to rise. Not perfume. More like skin after a long, private bath. Clean, warm, impossible to place.
And then—
A figure began to take shape within the ring.
Slowly.
From the feet upward.
Bare skin.
Long, smooth legs.
Curved hips.
Flawlessly beautiful face .
A narrow hourglass shape waist. Voluptuous body shape ..
Full boobs , completely uncovered, nipples slightly hardened from the shift in air.
Her pussy was pink and bare...asking to be eaten.
Her arms lifted gently as if stretching after sleep, revealing the soft lines beneath her chest, her navel, the curve between her thighs where nothing covered her.
No cloth.
No armor.
Nothing.
She was entirely, shamelessly naked.
And yet—she did not seem embarrassed.
Her lips parted slightly as her head tilted forward.
Hair framed her face in waves. Her eyes opened slowly—deep red, like wine held in candlelight.
And between her thighs, a subtle shine clung to her skin—moist, glistening, not from sweat.
From readiness.
Rudra stood frozen—not in shock, but in a rising warmth that pulled down from his chest into his blood, his gut, his lower body.
The summon blinked once, as if seeing him clearly for the first time.
And then she smiled—a soft, slow curve of lips that said everything she felt without a single word.
Her voice was a whisper.
"You took your time." Master
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