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Summoned Hero: The Boy of Immense Power
Chapter One – The Call Beyond the Veil
The sky above Earth was dark with clouds, heavy with the promise of rain. For most, it was an ordinary evening. For fourteen-year-old Ren Arisaka, it was the end of everything he had ever known.
Ren wasn't remarkable in his own world. He was quiet, often overlooked, the type of boy who walked home from school unnoticed. His classmates saw him as weak, perhaps too soft for the roughness of life. But tonight, as he stood on the bridge overlooking the river, a strange light swallowed him whole.
The world around him bent, twisted—colors he had no words for rushed past his vision. He tried to scream, but no sound came. His feet left the ground, his body weightless, until finally he landed on solid stone.
Ren blinked, stunned. He was standing in the center of a great marble hall, its walls lined with glowing runes. Candles burned with blue flame, and armored knights stood at attention. In front of him, on an ornate throne, sat a woman in white robes with a jeweled staff.
"At last… the Summoned Hero has arrived."
Ren staggered backward. "H-Hero? What are you talking about? Where am I?"
The woman smiled, though her eyes carried a shadow of worry. "You are in the Kingdom of Eldoria. We summoned you across the veil of worlds to save us from the Demon King Varaxes. You possess a power no one else in this realm can wield."
Ren froze. Him? Power? That didn't make sense. Back home, he couldn't even win a race in gym class.
Before he could argue, a glowing sigil burned beneath his feet. His chest felt hot, like fire pulsing through his veins. A voice whispered inside his mind, ancient and commanding:
"Chosen Vessel. Your strength is boundless. Awaken, and shatter the darkness."
A surge of energy exploded outward, shaking the hall. Knights stumbled back as pure golden light radiated from Ren's body. His eyes glowed, and in his hand formed a blade—not forged of steel, but of raw energy, crackling with power.
The robed woman bowed her head, awe in her voice. "Yes… as foretold. The boy who holds immense power beyond mortals. You truly are the one who will end the Demon King."
Ren stared at the weapon, trembling. This wasn't a dream. This wasn't a joke. He had been taken from his world, and now, everyone looked at him as their savior.
But deep inside, fear gnawed at him. Power or not, he was still just Ren.
And somewhere in the shadows of this new world, the Demon King already knew he had arrived.
Perfect 👍 Let's continue the story and expand it into a proper 2000+ word continuation. I'll move forward with Chapters 2 and 3, where Ren begins to learn about this new world, faces doubt about his role, and gets his first taste of what his immense power means. This will feel like the early arc of a light novel or fantasy novel.
Chapter Two – The Burden of a Savior
Ren's hand trembled as the radiant blade flickered and then dissolved into particles of light. The hall went silent. The knights, who moments ago had stood rigid with discipline, now whispered among themselves, their faces caught between awe and fear.
The robed woman rose from her throne, her staff tapping against the marble floor. "Hero, forgive the abruptness of your summoning. I am High Priestess Elenya of Eldoria. The kingdom has awaited your arrival for centuries."
Ren blinked. "Hero? Kingdom? Demon King? Look—this has to be some kind of mistake. I'm just… I'm just a student. I don't know how to fight. I don't know anything about this world."
Elenya's smile softened. "And yet, the prophecy does not lie. Only one born in another world could wield that light. You may not believe in yourself, but fate has chosen you."
Ren felt his chest tighten. Fate? Chosen? None of it made sense. Back home, his teachers never even remembered his name during roll call. Now, strangers knelt before him like he was some god.
The heavy doors of the hall creaked open. A man clad in silver armor stepped forward, his presence commanding. He had broad shoulders, a stern face scarred by years of battle, and eyes like sharpened steel.
"High Priestess," he said with a bow, "is this truly the Hero? This boy?"
Elenya nodded. "Yes, General Kael. You sense it, do you not? His power is undeniable."
The general's gaze swept over Ren. "I sense something, yes. But raw power without discipline is a blade turned inward. If this boy is to stand against Varaxes, he must be trained."
Ren swallowed hard. Training? Fighting? Against some Demon King? His mind whirled.
"I… I don't think I can do this," he whispered.
Kael's expression hardened. "If you cannot, then millions will die. The Demon King's armies already march across the continent. Villages burn. Families are torn apart. Do you wish their blood to stain your hesitation?"
Ren flinched. The words struck deep, almost cruelly so. But before he could answer, Elenya lifted a hand.
"Enough, Kael. The boy has only just arrived. He deserves rest and guidance, not condemnation." She turned to Ren. "Hero, you need not decide this instant. But know this—your power is not something you can refuse. The Demon King will sense you, and he will come. Whether you fight or not, destiny will find you."
The blade of light had vanished, but Ren could still feel its echo in his palm. A warmth, pulsing like a heartbeat. The power was real. And if what they said was true, he couldn't just ignore it.
But he was terrified.
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Chapter Three – Whispers of Darkness
That night, Ren lay in a chamber within the royal palace. The bed was soft, the room luxurious, but he couldn't sleep. His thoughts churned like a storm.
Why me?
Why not someone strong? Someone who actually knows how to fight?
What if I fail them?
The ceiling above glowed faintly with enchanted runes, a ward against nightmares, Elenya had told him. But they didn't stop the images in his
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Chapter Four – Sparks of Resolve
The training grounds quieted as Ren stood with the radiant blade in his hands. The knights who had mocked him before now stared with unease, as though standing near the boy meant standing near a lightning storm.
Kael stepped forward, studying the blade. "So it manifests at will… Interesting." His eyes flicked back to Ren. "But raw power is nothing without control. Show me if you can strike with intent."
Ren tightened his grip. He lunged again, this time swinging with the golden sword. The air rippled as the weapon carved downward. Kael parried with his steel blade, sparks erupting on impact. The shockwave rattled the training grounds, sending several knights stumbling.
Ren gasped. Did I… do that?
Kael slid back a step, his boots grinding against the stone. For the first time, there was genuine surprise in his eyes. "That strike… could cleave an armored beast in two."
The glow faded from Ren's sword, vanishing into motes of light. His knees buckled, exhaustion washing over him. "I… I can't… hold it long."
Kael caught him before he collapsed completely. "Then that is what we will fix. You have the power of a storm, but you lack endurance. Until you can wield it without falling to your knees, you are still vulnerable."
Elenya arrived, robes fluttering in the morning breeze. She placed a hand on Ren's shoulder, her touch cool and calming. "Enough for today, General. The Hero has only just awakened his gift. If you drive him too hard, his spirit may break."
Kael frowned but relented, stepping back. "Do not coddle him. The Demon King's armies will not grant mercy."
Ren sat heavily on a bench as Elenya knelt beside him. Her eyes were gentle, though shadowed with worry. "How do you feel, Ren?"
He tried to laugh, but it came out weak. "Like I just ran ten marathons and lost all of them."
She chuckled softly. "That is to be expected. Your power is immense, but your body is still that of a young boy. You will grow stronger with time."
Ren stared at the ground. "What if