Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 5: The Sanctis Awakened Association

Sunlight filtered gently through the lofty windows of the hospital, sprinkling light spots across the lobby's stone flooring. Near the building's doorway, Liana remained motionless.

Her eyes locked onto her son's features—a expression brimming with concern, though she held back any extra remarks.

Even if this outcome wasn't her preference, she realized speaking up wouldn't help. The ideal support for her kids' choices was to stand by them.

"Are you certain about leaving the hospital today?" She spoke evenly, yet a subtle quiver lingered beneath.

"We might extend our stay by one more day." The physician had assured them that Daniel's condition was completely healed with no complications—he was free to go home today if they chose.

Daniel, clad in a simple top with his locks a bit disheveled, gave a casual shoulder lift and grinned—a grin that masked weariness rather than radiating assurance.

"I'm a priest, Mom... I can mend my own wounds. Have you forgotten?"

In truth, as a priest, he possessed zero healing talents. His arsenal consisted of just two skills, each carrying a lethal edge.

Not even he could fathom it—what sort of priest vocation was this?

Liana combed her fingers through his tresses, her gaze flicking from Daniel's visage to the subtle mark on his throat. Softly, she straightened his hair.

"Whether priest or otherwise... you remain my child." Her statement drew a grin to Daniel's lips.

No response surfaced for his mother's comment—it had rendered him utterly at a loss for words.

"Mom, if you hold him back any longer, he'll take off by himself. Hurry up, time to head out." Alice's tone rang out from their rear. She waited beside the cab, gripping the back entrance ajar.

Daniel shot a look at his sibling and signaled with a quick eye blink. How could he overlook her aiding his cause?

Alice responded with a playful smirk.

The farewell stayed short—affectionate yet silent. Liana and Alice climbed inside, and the vehicle eased forward along the serene road.

Daniel lingered in place, observing their departure. He stayed rooted until the cab vanished from view. With a deep breath, a grin formed on his countenance.

Simultaneously, he boarded the cab he'd summoned for himself.

The cab's cushioning felt plush, yet he hardly reclined against it.

"Awakened Association Center, District Three, Saint Elias Boulevard." The chauffeur acknowledged with a nod, and the ride commenced.

Daniel sought no delays. His intent was to reach the urban Awakened Association promptly and formally enroll as an Awakened.

For an individual like him, now eighteen, this timing was excessively overdue.

Indeed, folks claim Awakening occurs from sixteen to eighteen years old, but actually, it strikes precisely at sixteen.

Awakening at seventeen or eighteen proves exceedingly uncommon, thus labeled as delayed.

Shortly after, the chauffeur eyed Daniel via the rearview. "The Awakened Association?... So you've joined their ranks?"

"Freshly awakened. Heading to sign up." Daniel kept his focus on the passing scenery outside. His tone stayed parched but steady.

"Fortunate indeed. Nowadays, Awakening feels like snagging a golden lottery. The rest of us grind through the daily grind, rising and retiring." The chauffeur grinned—a blend of respect and jealousy.

"Golden ticket? Feels more like a mine in a battlefield. You never know the explosion's timing." Daniel arched a brow.

Nevertheless, the chauffeur's remark wasn't odd. Daniel himself had longed to become an Awakened since his rebirth in this realm.

Even bearing the most basic class, they earned a steady monthly stipend from the Awakened Association—sufficient for a life well above the norm.

He grasped the source of the chauffeur's jealousy.

"Well, others arise with aches in their backs, and nobody bats an eye." The chauffeur chuckled, his words blending with the motor's hum.

"That counts as an awakening too. Merely a tardy system refresh." Daniel joined in the laughter.

"Wishing you ascend to elite levels quickly. Rumor has it some conquer dungeons with a mere motion." The chauffeur appeared to relish the exchange with Daniel.

"Currently, I'm mastering the art of stair-climbing sans tumbles." Daniel quipped with irony.

Laughter followed from both.

The cab pressed onward, and Daniel gazed at the urban landscape beyond the glass.

He reviewed every detail he recalled about the Awakened Association.

The Awakened Association operated as a semi-official entity beneath the National Federation.

A structured, intricate body that professed impartiality, yet in truth, it largely adhered to directives from the Guardian Council—a worldwide entity overseeing Awakened might.

He understood that lacking an official insignia, he was barred from action—no dungeon access, no skill deployment, not even fundamental care from the Mother System, much less Tower entry.

Moreover, regular Awakened drew monthly pay. Gear, practice sessions, medical aid... all costs for Awakened dwarfed ordinary living by tenfold.

Daniel refused to let his mother and sister bear the burden of a power only recently stirred.

For that reason, Awakened earnings soared—since their outlays surpassed that revenue even more.

"We've arrived, sir."

Abruptly, the cab halted, drawing Daniel's upward glance.

Before him rose a structure resembling an archaic civilization's control hub fused with cutting-edge tech, far from a typical administrative hall.

The Sanctis Awakened Association edifice.

A towering edifice of glass and stone, featuring sleek, flowing exteriors, golden streaks coursing like enchanted conduits. The sunlight danced on the azure panes, imparting a vibrant aura.

Dark stone steps, edged with pale illuminations, ascended to seamless entry portals.

Over the portal, the Association's insignia was elaborately carved—a uplifted palm, a blaze nestled in its grasp, encircled by a spinning silver band.

Sentries in ebony attire accented with gold flanked the ingress. The Association's mark shimmered on their sleeves. Sanctioned Awakened, personnel with clear screens, and novices akin to Daniel flowed through.

Daniel settled the fee and exited the cab. Briefly, he simply beheld the structure.

"What fortune was poured into erecting this?" That initial notion struck upon viewing it.