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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

The party continued inside though, no one having the slightest idea what just happened outside.

The music swelled, and Kelvin spun Cora around in an easy rhythm. The gala floor shimmered with lights, elegance filling the air. Everything was smooth—until it wasn't.

A suited man, gliding through the dance floor, suddenly bumped into Kelvin's shoulder with a bit too much force to be an accident.

"Oops," the man said, smiling like a casual stranger. "Didn't see you there."

Kelvin's jaw clenched. Bullshit. He recognized that voice before he even turned his head.

"Mr. Pithon!" She practically lunged at the man, grabbing his arm with both hands. "Hey, hey, do you have any of your latest weapon designs on you? A level 3—no, wait, a level 5 beast weapon. The academy's armory is atrocious. No offense, but total offense."

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