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The world was at the brink of collapse. Humanity’s desperate battle against the Harbingers, monstrous alien invaders from another world, had raged for years, leaving cities in ruin and hope at an all-time low. 


Amid the chaos, Noah Eclipse, an eighteen year old with no past and no purpose, struggled to survive each day.

Noah being a first-generation talent, with a common, unremarkable ability that never stood a chance against the Harbingers' overwhelming might, had spent years labeled a loser, while fighting to keep his head above water in a world that seemed to have forgotten him.


 But as fate would have it, everything changed one day when he was fighting for his life and at the verge of dying.

[Congratulations, you have awakened an SSS RANKED Talent : Void Summoning]


[Congratulations you have unlocked one item : Eclipse blade!!]

[Congratulations : You have unlocked a new skill; Void Blink] 

He was reborn, and for the first time, he was no longer weak nor helpless.

 With all the creatures and the power of the void in his palms, he would bring an end to the apocalypse!


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[Note : Yes there will be instances of sex scenes but only when necessary for the plot. 

If you want straight lemons, I recommend my other works. 

Also, this poor author is sort of reward junkie. Feed me and watch me do tricks!

The more support I get, the more chapters I release] 


Thanks for giving me a chance!

Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner

1 magic castle = 10 chapters
1 Gachapon = 20 chapters

Mass Release

The word "Harbinger" rippled through the gathered students like a physical force. Some froze. Others stumbled backward. Years of academy training, of building confidence against beasts, crumbled in the face of humanity's greatest nightmare.

"That's impossible," someone whispered. "They can't be here. They can't—"

The Harbinger's head snapped toward the voice with terrible precision. Its movements weren't bestial anymore – they were calculated, almost elegant. The horn on its head caught the filtered sunlight, its komodo-like scales shifting with each breath.

Sienna's voice cut through their comms, stripped of all its usual authority: "Adrian? Adrian, status!"

Twenty meters away, Adrian Albright lay crumpled against a shattered tree trunk, his skin still smoking from his nuclear release. He coughed, blood speckling his lips, and managed to rasp out: "Armor... it's wearing... modified..." before his head lolled to the side.

One horn…