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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

Noah squared his stance, rolling his shoulders as he met Sophie's gaze. "Alright," he said, voice steady, calm. "Let's make it interesting."

Sophie tilted her head, intrigued. "Oh?"

He took a measured step forward, watching as she mirrored the movement, circling him on the mat. The air between them was charged—not just with competition, but something else. A quiet thrill.

"The Sequence Game," Noah announced, keeping his tone casual, almost playful. "Every wrestling move is a sequence—a start and an end. You win if you complete three sequences."

Sophie's brows lifted slightly, but she didn't interrupt.

"Here's the twist," he continued. "Each sequence must end with you in a different position than where you started. If you aren't able to complete a sequence you either admit defeat or we just remain here until you can,"

Silence stretched between them for a beat. Then—

Evil genius