And then, the world trembled...
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Space rippled and distorted, as if reality itself was trying to prevent the entry of something never meant to exist.
Yet it yielded.
A rift of pure chaos unfolded before Azvoid, forming a gateway between two realms.
Runes and glyphs ignited after his incantation, orbiting the raw essence of chaos and merging into a vortex that expanded with each passing second. Its glow, neither light nor shadow bathed the nd in an unfathomable, shifting twilight.
Then came the dragon’s phantom.
A colossal silhouette came into view, shrouded in yers of mystery and primordial pressure, signaling the descent of a supreme Dragon.
Azvoid stood still, hands behind his back, as if anchoring himself against the cosmic storm. His purple hair danced wildly in the roaring wind, alive with the chaotic energy surging around him.
"This... this is it," he breathed, heart hammering.
"Power. My ticket to supremacy, the day history gets set on fire."
Life had long ago carved a cruel lesson into his bones: without power, he was nothing.
So when the system had appeared marking him as the st descendant of the Primordial Dragons, he hadn’t hesitated.
Who cared whether it was his own strength or a summoned beast’s?
When his enemies y defeated at his feet, none would dare question the source of his might.
As the chaotic rift continued to widen, Azvoid's grin stretched maniacally across his face, unfiltered by fear or doubt.
He had outgrown such useless emotions long ago.
And so, he watched, anticipation coiled tight within him, as his promised god-tier dragon stepped into the realm.
Here it comes... My Supreme Dragon. My engine of annihition. My ticket to breaking every bone in the universe
My Supreme Dra—
"Ugh, wait... what?"
The swirling essence of chaos suddenly compressed violently at the portal’s heart, hardening into a single mass that gleamed with primordial energy.
Slowly... deliberately... it floated forth from the rift.
An...egg?
Dark as the void between stars, it shone with a deep inner radiance. Ancient runes crawled across its surface, shifting through colors unknown to mortal eyes. The very air around it warped, reality itself bending under the egg’s presence.
Azvoid's breath caught.
"This... what in the Arcadian hell is this?!
Where’s my promised Supreme Dragon?!"
He hadn't signed up for this.
He had prepared himself to summon a beast of cataclysmic might, at least a juggernaut to reshape the world and instead he got... an egg?
This wasn't right... was there a mistake? What was he supposed to do with an egg?"
Dragons were mythical creatures — rare, awe-inspiring — and if he remembered right, their gestation periods were... burdensome
Was he supposed to wait for it to hatch? For how long... days? Weeks? Months? Years? A million years?
Frustration punched him in the gut.
Could he exchange it for another summon?
Preferably one fully grown?
Maybe a ready-made god-tier dragon that would nuke his enemies?
And the worst part of it was the ancient link to the chaos realm had flickered out, severed, the moment the egg appeared.
Azvoid clenched his fists. Did the system scam me?
Was there some cosmic fine print I didn’t read?!
Before he could spiral further, an otherworldly voice boomed directly inside his mind, each word soaked with ancient solemnity.
"From the void that devours light, I answer your call.
Though my body slumbers, my will is awake.
Last descendant of the True Ancient Supreme Primordial Dragon Bloodline,
You are the beacon of my rebirth.
Guard me well, for when the stars align once more...
Together, we shall rend reality itself."
Azvoid stumbled back, the weight of the words pressing against his very soul.
It wasn’t just a message.
It was a bond, seared into the fabric of existence.
A thousand emotions roared within him.
...And of them all, curiosity surfaced strongest.
"Wait, the egg can speak?"
The lurking idea he’d had of eating it and gaining some instant primordial powers, coughed itself into oblivion.
He eyed the colossal egg anew, realizing now:
This wasn’t just an egg.
It was a womb of apocalypse.
Clenching his fists, his gaze unwavering, he swore:
"So be it," he said, voice low and unyielding.
"I’ll protect you and raise you.
And together, we’ll tear apart the heavens."
He paused, deadpan.
"...That is, if I don’t eat you first."
Voicing out his frustrations, he touched the shell again. Another problem now was, how the hell was he supposed to carry this colossal egg back to the city?
He couldn't say he stumbled upon it... could he?
As if responding to his thoughts, the egg fred with a gre of dark light, and then, impossibly, it merged with him, he could feel it in detail as the energy wormed into his body, sinking deeper and deeper, until it nested within a vast, infinite mental space inside his soul.
Azvoid gasped.
"What... just happened...?"
"The egg... it was here — now it’s inside me?"
"Am I the egg now?!"
What the hell is happening?"
Silence fell upon the ptform now turned wastend.
Before he could contempte further, he surveyed his surroundings, the aftermath after summoning his egg—the grass had withered to dust, the stones had dissolved.
Did that hint at the dragon's attribute... darkness maybe and why wasn't he affected?
Still, a flicker of sadness lingered within him. This was the pce he had come to meditate, he even saw it as an escape from reality, his sanctuary, still he shook his head sharply.
From destruction comes creation, he reminded himself. Maybe something better will rise from these ruins.
But one thing was certain:
Keeping a low profile had just become infinitely more important.
Without another word, he turned toward the distant city, exhaustion gnawing at his bones
Hours ter...
When he finally stumbled into his apartment, drowsiness smmed into him like a colpsing mountain.
Leaning heavily against the door, he closed his eyes and rasped:
"System. Dispy my attribute panel."
The unseen system stirred to life.
In front of him, faint blue text flickered into view.
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Name: Azvoid Larkson
Race: Human (Primordial Draconic Variant - incomplete)
Talent: Wielder of Chaos.
Bloodline: Last of the Ancient Primordial Dragon Lineage
Base Stats::
Strength: 0.7
Agility: 1.0
Constitution: 1.1
Defense: 0.2
Charm: 1.0
Intelligence: 2.0
[Level]: 0
[Rank]: F
[Bonded Entity]: ???
[Status]: Egg Incubation (Awakening Pending)
[Skills]: None
Functions:: 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 st bearer of their bloodline, recim what was stolen. Extract talents from all races. Restore the Dragon blood."
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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(Ding! Congratutions to the host for replicating the space Vector Master talent!
Do you wish to absorb it into your bloodline?
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Azvoid stared at the panel for a long time.
An exhausted, crooked smile tugged at his lips.
"Well...Guess we’re really in this together now, huh, Egg?"
Author's Note:
Alright, after a lot of back and forth, I’ve finally settled on an upload schedule!
I’ll be posting four times a week — Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays — starting next week.
P.S. Big shout-out to my followers and favorites — you guys rock!