Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 18: The True path forward.

Azvoid sat on his overpriced armchair in his room, hands clasped as he stared into the darkness of his room.

His mind was still processing everything—the registration, the Clash of Guilds, the Global Cosmic Alliance, and, most importantly, his latest replication.

[Replication Successful – Talent Acquired: Phantom Reflex – The Untouchable Reflex.]

[Countdown until next Replication: 7 Days.]

Amelia's Phantom Reflex was a monstrous ability. It wasn't just speed or agility—it was something deeper, something bordering on premonition.

When she moved, it was as if the world itself adjusted to her will.

And now... he had that power.

Azvoid flexed his fingers, feeling a strange lightness in his limbs, a subtle awareness of his surroundings that hadn't been there before.

If he focused, he could almost predict movements before they happened. Like an invisible thread guiding him away from attacks.

He exhaled slowly. This was dangerous.

Not for him.

For everyone else.

"You're getting stronger, little master," Noctis murmured in his mind, his voice a velvety purr from the depths of Azvoid's consciousness. "But power without direction is like a blade without a hilt. What do you plan to do with it?"

Azvoid leaned back against the bedpost, his obsidian eyes reflecting the faint glow of his system's interface.

"That's the question, isn't it?" he thought.

The Global Cosmic Alliance had noticed him. He was no longer just another talented individual—he was now a piece on a greater board.

And pieces were either moved... or broken.

The Ancient Chaos Celestial Realm pulsed at the edge of his consciousness, a distant connection tethering him to something vast, something ancient. The last Supreme Dragons still slumbered there.

One day, he would call upon them.

But not yet.

"One month until you can summon again," Noctis reminded him, his voice amused. "Try not to get yourself killed before then."

Azvoid smirked. "No promises."

His eyes burned with determination.

Tomorrow, he would begin training to fully integrate Phantom Reflex.

Because if he wanted to survive what was coming, he couldn't just be strong.

He had to be untouchable.

And soon... the world would see the true rise of Azvoid Larkson.

His Path of Supremacy that he was going to tread on.

The first rays of dawn seeped through the curtains, casting faint golden hues across the room. Azvoid opened his eyes, his mind still lingering in the remnants of his dreams—visions of dragons, galaxies, and an unseen destiny pulling him forward.

He sat up, stretching his arms before rolling his shoulders. His body felt different. Lighter. Sharper. Phantom Reflex was already settling into his very being, rewriting how he perceived the world.

A faint grin crossed his lips.

"Time to put it to the test."

With a flick of his wrist, he warped space and blinked to his feet in an instant. His mastery over Space Vector allowed him to bend distances at will, and now, with Phantom Reflex, he could react with terrifying speed.

A wooden cup sat on his nightstand.

He reached for it—and then, on instinct, snatched his hand back.

A single droplet of condensation rolled down its side, hanging in the air just long enough for him to perceive it in slow motion.

His breath hitched.

"This power... it's unreal."

A low chuckle echoed through his mind.

"Getting comfortable already, are we?" Noctis murmured, his voice a smooth whisper laced with amusement. "Careful, little master, or you might start thinking yourself untouchable."

Azvoid rolled his eyes. "That's kind of the point, isn't it?"

"Hmph. Just don't let arrogance dull your blade."

Noctis's presence slithered back into the depths of Azvoid's consciousness, leaving only his lingering amusement behind.

Azvoid sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his purple streaks glinting in the sunlight. Today was going to be interesting.

He had some training to do.

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Arrival at the White Lotus Guild

The White Lotus Guild was getting grander the more he looked at it. Towering white spires loomed over a massive courtyard bustling with Awakened warriors, mages, and summoners alike. The insignia of a blooming lotus, edged in gold, was proudly displayed on banners that fluttered in the crisp morning wind.

Azvoid stepped through the gates, his movements fluid and controlled. He could feel eyes subtly drifting toward him—some curious, some dismissive.

"Still think I'm just an F-rank, huh?"

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He let them believe whatever they wanted. It wouldn't matter soon.

After integrating the New S rank Phantom Reflex talent into his bloodline.He had come to test his new power to it's utmost limit.

Phantom Reflex – A New Path Forward

Azvoid stood in the vast training grounds of the White Lotus Guild, his black obsidian eyes reflecting the early morning glow. Warriors and mages bustled around him, engaged in their own drills, but his focus was elsewhere.

Phantom Reflex.

It was unlike any talent he had ever wielded.

His body felt... detached from ordinary perception. Like an unseen force was nudging his movements, guiding him away from potential threats before they even arrived.

"It's instinctual," he murmured.

If Space Vector Master allowed him to manipulate space, Phantom Reflex made sure he was never in the wrong place to begin with.

A faint chuckle echoed in his mind.

"So, you've finally decided to test your new power?" Noctis's voice was laced with amusement. "I was beginning to think you'd just admire it forever."

Azvoid smirked. "Can't rush perfection."

"Perfection, huh?" Noctis mused. "Well then, let's see it in action, little master."

Azvoid exhaled, stepping into the center of the training field.

A practice automaton stood before him—a humanoid construct designed to mimic the speed and strength of an actual Awakened. Its artificial gaze flickered to life as it registered him as a target.

Azvoid didn't move. He didn't need to.

With a metallic whirr, the automaton lunged.

Faster than any human could react.

Yet—

Azvoid simply wasn't there.

A heartbeat before the strike connected, his body tilted at an unnatural angle, smoothly slipping away from the attack without conscious effort.

The automaton adjusted instantly, throwing another rapid strike—only for Azvoid to weave past it effortlessly.

He wasn't dodging.

He was flowing.

The Phantom Reflex pulsed within him, making even the automaton's optimized attacks feel sluggish, predictable.

"It's almost unfair," Azvoid thought, a grin forming.

"Unfair? No, little master." Noctis's voice thrummed with dark amusement. "It's terrifying."

The automaton struck faster, more aggressively, its AI adapting—yet every attempt was futile.

Azvoid never even had to think about dodging.

He simply wasn't there when the attacks arrived.

The construct hesitated. Its AI was advanced enough to recognize a losing battle.

Azvoid smirked. "My turn."

With a flicker of space, he vanished—reappearing above the automaton.

His foot slammed down on its head, sending it crashing into the ground.

A second later, his hand sliced through the air, twisting space itself—

And the construct exploded into shattered metal.

Silence.

The nearby guild members, who had paused to watch, exchanged glances of disbelief.

Azvoid rolled his shoulders, ignoring the stares. This was only the beginning.

Noctis let out a deep chuckle.

"If this is how you fight now, I can't wait to see you at full power."

Azvoid just smiled.

Neither could he.