Supreme Dragon Beast Tamer System Activated]
Name: Azvoid Larkson
Race: Human
Bloodline: Last of the Ancient Primordial Dragon Lineage
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System Functions Unlocked: (Currently Inaccessible)
Ancient Primordial Extraction
"In the beginning, there was Chaos. From Chaos, the Ancient Primordial Celestial Dragons were born—sons of entropy, fathers of all talent. As the last bearer of their bloodline, reclaim what was stolen. Extract talents from all races. Restore the Dragonblood."
Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm
You are now the inheritor of the Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm. Summon draconic beings bound to your bloodline.
Son of Chaos
Your chaotic blood grants limitless potential. You possess the highest affinity with all elements. You are favored by the primordial disorder.
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Base Stats:
Strength: 0.7
Agility: 1.0
Constitution: 1.1
Defense: 0.2
Charm: 1.0
Intelligence: 2.0
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Azvoid blinked. The glowing blue panels reflected in his wide, sleep-deprived eyes.
"Thi… this… what… is happening…?"
His voice came out hoarse with disbelief.
For a long second, he just stared—his brain catching up with what was clearly either divine intervention or the best damn dream he'd ever had.
Then it hit.
"Wait… this… this is real?"
A rush of heat surged up his spine, and suddenly—he laughed.
It wasn't a polite chuckle or a shocked giggle. No, this was a full-blown, madman's cackle. Wild, unfiltered, echoing through the paper-thin walls of his apartment.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
He slapped a hand over his mouth mid-laugh, remembering his neighbors probably already thought he was unhinged. Not that he cared. Not tonight.
His eyes flicked back to the system screen.
"Ancient Primordial Extraction…" He read it again. "Basically… I can steal—no, reclaim—talents from anyone?"
His grin turned savage.
"Well, tough luck, peasants. You weren't born with a divine cheat code, were you?"
He kept scrolling.
"Summon dragons, master a celestial realm, infinite elemental affinity… This isn't a system. This is a goddamn bloodline manifesto."
Yet as his excitement surged, a detail snagged his eye.
Everything was greyed out. Locked. Inaccessible.
A flicker of disappointment passed through him, but it didn't last long. His gut told him this was just the beginning. Once he awakened his true talent, the system would fully open.
"No one's gonna be able to keep up with me. Not when I've got this."
But even as his blood pumped with anticipation, a grounding thought settled in.
Power without effort? Worthless.
The system gave him a path, but it was on him to walk it. And Azvoid wasn't the kind to take shortcuts. Not anymore.
He stood by the window. Outside, dawn was creeping in—painting the sky in soft gold and red. Had the night passed that fast?
His body ached. He groaned, dragging himself from bed like a man who'd just fought a war in his sleep.
"Aaaaargh… shouldn't have stayed up that late…"
He stumbled into the shower, letting cold water blast the fatigue from his system. It didn't wash away the grin on his face, though.
"Ah… the life of a loner," he muttered, towel slung around his neck.
He didn't hate solitude. But today, it didn't matter. Today was the start of everything.
He slung on his jacket and stepped into the morning light.
Destination: Silvermoon Academy.
The place where talents awakened.
The place where destinies were forged.
The place where he'd begin his ascent—to the top of the world, and beyond.
"Aaaaaaargh… world-defying talent… supreme protagonist energy… here I come…"