Awakening with two legendary Summons-Chapter 165: Summoner’s omelet

The mighty behemoth had exited the massive hole, its thunderous footsteps fading into the distance as it went out to hunt—most likely for good. This was the perfect time for Kairos to act, to do his own deed and secure a meal for himself.

His target? One of the creature’s eggs.

’At least it’s not going to miss just one of its offspring, would it?’ Kairos’ thoughts gnawed at him like the emptiness in his stomach. Despite the gnashing pain that wracked his sore limbs—his aching hands, bruised torso, and legs trembling for rest—there was a singular ache that screamed louder than all: hunger.

If not for that, he wouldn’t have dared to provoke a monster like the deviant. Taking one of its unborn... It wasn’t bravery. It was desperation.

Dragging his body across the jagged terrain, Kairos neared one of the enormous eggs nestled securely in the heart of the nest. It was nearly his height—perhaps even taller—and emanated an eerie, unnatural presence. Its surface was smooth and pale, almost translucent in places, veins of soft green pulsating underneath like dim lightning beneath skin.

’But same old same... an egg is forever an egg.’

With cautious optimism, he pulled back his fist and struck the egg with a calculated blow. Not too hard—he didn’t want to shatter it completely, just enough to open a hole. His fist landed with a dull crack and to his surprise, it split just right, a gaping wound forming in the shell as a white jelly-like goo began to ooze out.

Maybe... too quickly.

Kairos’s eyes widened as the viscous substance spilled freely. His instincts screamed—Don’t waste it! Panicked, he tore off his left gauntlet, using it like a makeshift bowl to scoop up as much of the strange goo as he could manage. His motions were frenzied, desperate, barely contained. When the gauntlet was full, he stepped back, breathless.

The rest of the egg’s contents continued to pour out, spilling onto the rocks below in a grim, grotesque waterfall of wasted essence. The inwards of the unborn creature lay there in a ruined pile, rapidly cooling and coagulating.

’What a waste,’ Kairos thought bitterly, cursing himself. ’Should have brought something more... practical. Should’ve planned better.’

But planning was a luxury he hadn’t had in days. All of this—this reckless foraging, this theft from something so powerful it could squash him like a bug—was born of raw survival instinct.

He didn’t even know if the egg was edible.

Still, a grin tugged at his lips as he secured the wrist of the gauntlet. It recognized the gesture and shrunk to its programmed size, sealing the contents inside like a prize.

At times like this, Kairos couldn’t help but feel thankful for Melvin. The man’s gadgets had saved his life more times than he could count.

The thought crossed his mind to repeat the process with his other glove, and excitement surged through him. But he forced himself to stop. The deviant was out now, but who knew when it would return? The risk was too great. Especially here—where the nest wasn’t just full of eggs, but littered with broken bones and remnants of various creatures. Shattered horns, talons, even humanoid remains—each telling a different story of something that had wandered too close.

With a deep frown, Kairos backed away from the nest, retracing his path beyond the protective shadow of the boulder he’d hidden behind earlier. He moved deeper into the crevice, stumbling upon a secluded part of the pit where the jagged rock walls formed a sort of natural barrier.

Here, he sat, exhaling with exhaustion as he gathered a few dry sticks and a roughly-shaped stone. Using friction and a spark from one of Melvin’s lesser gadgets, he managed to create a flickering flame. A makeshift, fire-powered stove. Primitive. But it would do.

Carefully, Kairos spilled a portion of the egg contents onto the flat surface of the hot rock. The goo sizzled, bubbling slowly as it began to cook. The scent that wafted up was strange, foreign—but not repulsive. In fact, it smelled... oddly pleasant. Like sea foam mixed with roasted nuts.

He blinked at the unexpected aroma.

’Thanks, Fex...’ he thought, lips curling into a rare smile. Fex had taught him how to survive in conditions like these. How to cook with rocks. How to trust his instincts.

’Wish you were here.’

If he’d had access to salt water—hell, even dirty river water—he might have flavored the strange meal. But seasoning wasn’t a concern now. Safety was. Sustenance was.

He didn’t care much for taste.

Once the first batch was cooked, he used a stick to transfer the jelly onto a cooler rock. Without waiting too long, he popped the hot portion into his mouth. It scorched his tongue, but he didn’t care. He chewed, feeling the goo turn slightly rubbery, like overcooked egg whites, but richer, heavier.

He swallowed.

A warmth spread through his chest. His eyes briefly closed as satisfaction swept over him, pushing aside the ache in his ribs and the weight in his gut.

For the first time in days... he felt human again.

With the flavor still lingering on his tongue, he eagerly returned to the rock, preparing a second portion, more eager now than before.

But as fate would have it, just when he began to feel the smallest semblance of comfort, a deafening thud echoed through the cave. Then another. The ground quivered beneath him, pebbles dancing at his feet.

The sound was unmistakable.

It was the behemoth. The deviant... it had returned.

Kairos froze. His breath hitched in his throat. Had it already become night? No—it couldn’t be. By his rough mental clock, he still had hours.

Then why was it back?

Another crash—louder this time—shook loose a pile of rocks from above, sending them tumbling to the pit’s floor.

Kairos’s eyes flicked to his fire. The bright flickering flame danced freely in the dim shadows of the crevice.

A beacon.

’Shit—’ he hissed under his breath, terror spiking in his chest.

Each step of the creature was louder now, the rhythmic pounding of tendrils slapping the stone floor, echoing, closing in.

And the scent. The scent of cooking egg... it was everywhere.

He’d been caught.

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