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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, had spent years labeled a loser all 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.

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

"Domain" a voice broke out as the sound of water provided a backdrop in the background.

The air shimmered as Noah materialized within his domain, the familiar sensation of crossing dimensional boundaries washing over him. The moment his feet touched the ground, a streak of azure blue shot through the air. Storm landed gracefully before him, wings half-spread in greeting.

"Still keeping watch, huh?" Noah murmured, scratching under the wyvern's chin. Storm let out a low trill, pressing into his touch before pulling back and hopping onto a nearby rock, watching him closely.

Across the domain, Nyx remained curled on the elevated platform, his deep red scales pulsing faintly as he slumbered. The Red Death dragon still hadn't stirred from absorbing the Harbinger core, his massive form exuding an aura of quiet power. Noah exhaled slowly. He wasn't sure whether Nyx would wake up stronger—or different.

Practice makes perfect