Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons-Chapter 350: Inheriting Regulus, SS-Rank Talent!

Arthur watched Jasmine’s face cycle through emotions like a storm breaking against cliffs.

Her face went through the phases of shock, denial and rage.

Her golden eyes darted between the fading vision and the mercury guardian, as if trying to reconcile what she’d witnessed with something else entirely.

"Wait." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"I remember the cave. I remember mother’s tears, her stories about father’s betrayal by the nobles."

She’s processing. Trying to make sense of conflicting memories.

"But Nikolas..." Jasmine pressed her palms against her temples, wincing as if in physical pain.

"I don’t remember him being there. Not like this."

Arthur’s eyes caught the subtle signs of distress Jasmine was going through, the way her breathing quickened, how her grip on the legendary staff tightened.

Something’s wrong with her memories.

"I remember everything else," she continued.

"The exile. The cave. Mother telling me about father’s enemies. But my interactions with him..."

Her eyes widened in horror. "They don’t exist in my memory...at all."

Memory manipulation. The black pill.

"Your memories have probably been tampered with," he said quietly. "Maybe that’s what the black pill was for."

Despite her strength, her legs nearly gave out.

Arthur immediately supported her.

"Are you okay? Take a breather,"

The answer was an obvious no.

Everything she remembers about her childhood was...fake

"He stole my memories," she whispered. "Not just the truth about father’s death, but my actual experiences with him."

Arthur knelt beside her, close enough to offer comfort but giving her space to process the violation.

How do you come to terms with having your own mind betrayed?

"What else did he take?" Her voice cracked. "What other memories are missing? What other lies did he plant?"

The mercury guardian flowed closer, but said nothing.

Jasmine looked up at Arthur, tears streaming down her face. But behind the grief, something else was building.

"He didn’t just kill my father," she said quietly. "He stole my childhood. My relationship with my mother. My entire understanding of who I am."

The depth of her trial...is staggering.

Arthur had experienced betrayal from family—his uncle’s theft, his cousins’ cruelty. But this was something else entirely. This was a violation on a level that defied comprehension.

"I can feel them," Jasmine continued, her voice growing stronger. "Fragments of memory trying to surface. Conversations I had with him. Things he taught me. All of it locked away"

"The noble families," she said suddenly. "The Ashencrofts, Draketowers, Gilderhavens—I’ve been planning their destruction for years. All because of his lies."

Arthur watched her process the full scope of Nikolas’s manipulation.

"And mother..." Jasmine’s voice broke completely. "She lived her entire life believing her own family had killed her husband. Died thinking her brother betrayed her."

"He’s still out there, he has to be..." Jasmine said, rising slowly to her feet.

Arthur studied her face, seeing the moment her grief transformed into something far more dangerous. This wasn’t the confused anger she’d carried before—this was purpose. Clarity. The focused rage of someone who finally knew their true enemy.

"I need father’s power," she said, turning toward the mercury guardian. "All of it. Everything he left behind."

The guardian’s form nodded with approval.

"Very well, true heir of Regulus."

The chamber transformed around them, walls flowing like water until they formed a new configuration. Runes blazed to life along every surface, casting ethereal light that seemed to sing with power.

At the centre of the reformed space stood a simple podium carved from what appeared to be compressed starlight. Upon it rested a crystal that defied description—blue, but not any blue found in nature. It was the colour of deep ocean trenches and midnight skies, of power compressed into physical form.

Father’s talent made manifest.

"Normally," the guardian explained, his voice carrying reverence, "this would have been a class transfer. The inheritor would gain Regulus’s abilities through magical absorption."

Jasmine stepped toward the podium, her golden eyes fixed on the crystal with hungry intensity.

After everything. After all the lies and betrayals. Finally, something real.

"However," the guardian continued, "due to your blood relation, something unprecedented is occurring."

Unprecedented?

Arthur watched, fascination and concern warring in his chest. He’d never witnessed a talent inheritance before, at least somebody else’s talent inheritance.

"You will not merely gain his class abilities. You will inherit his actual talent. The SS-Rank Gravity Manipulation that made Regulus legendary. The prodigy of the human realm."

His actual talent. Not a copy—the real thing.

Jasmine’s hands trembled as she reached for the crystal. This wasn’t just power—it was connection. The last piece of her father she could ever hope to reclaim.

"Are you ready?" the guardian asked softly.

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

The moment her fingers made contact, the crystal began to dissolve.

Not breaking or shattering, but simply becoming light, becoming energy.

Blue radiance flowed into her hands like starlight, racing up her arms and enveloping her entire body. The light was warm, welcoming, carrying the talent essence of someone who’d loved her before she was born.

Jasmine gasped as the inheritance took hold.

Her body lifted slightly off the ground, suspended in the blue radiance as years of missing connection finally bridged the gap between past and present.

Arthur held his breath, watching her transformation with awe.

The light pulsed once, twice, then gradually faded.

Jasmine’s feet touched the floor with perfect silence. When she opened her eyes, they held depths that hadn’t existed moments before, not their normal colour anymore, but touched with silver that reflected her father’s legacy.

She’s changed. Fundamentally.

Without hesitation, she reached into her storage ring and withdrew a small stone. Arthur watched in fascination as she let it drop toward the floor.

Then, with a casual gesture of her hand, the stone stopped mid-fall.

Gravity manipulation.

Not levitation magic or telekinesis—actual control over one of the fundamental forces of reality. The stone hung suspended, defying physics with elegant simplicity.

A smile broke across Jasmine’s face—the first genuine joy Arthur had seen from her in hours.

She has it. Her father’s gift. Her birthright.