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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

Across the other side of the blockhead, Lucas and Jayden met.

The air sparked with ozone as electricity coursed over Lucas's fists, casting sharp shadows across his determined features. Across from him, Jayden's hand moved to his hip, drawing a pale blade that seemed to glow under the emergency lights—the distinctive ivory sheen of beast bone catching the dim illumination.

'Category 3 bone,' Lucas noted, electricity intensifying around his hands. 'Non-conductive. Smart bastard.'

The temperature continued to drop, frost crystallizing along the tunnel walls in intricate patterns. Jayden's breath came out in visible puffs as he raised the blade, his other hand trailing along its length. Where his fingers passed, blue flames sprouted and danced, wrapping around the bone like hungry serpents.

"Remember this?" Jayden's voice carried that same mocking edge as he settled into a familiar stance. "You always did hate my sword work."

Turning the heat up with plasma