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Talent Awakening: I, the Weakest Awakened, Start with Dragonfire Spell

Update Daily! 9 AM PST ---------------------- In the age of Universal Awakening on the Azure Sphere, a myriad of races and gods coexist. Devils, dark gods, and monsters descend upon the mortal realm, only to be met by the Awakened. Howard, during his Awakening Ritual, discovers dual talents— F-rank Mana Recovery, and the supreme talent: Supreme Synthesis. He keeps a low profile, hiding as a 'common magus.' Through countless acts of synthesis, he forges supreme artifacts, supreme skills, and supreme classes! Fireball synthesis... Ding! Synthesis successful, attaining D-rank skill— Fire Serpent! Fire Serpent synthesis... Ding! Synthesis successful, attaining B-rank skill— Fire Python! Fire Python synthesis... Ding! Synthesis successful, attaining S-rank skill— Dragonfire! When devils invade and dark gods descend, they are left slack-jawed by the Azure Sphere before them. "No, this is a trap... a trap disguised as a mere cupcake!" ---------------------- WSA 2023 Entry! Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

Red_Skin_Duck · Fantasy
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Chapter248-Ambushed

Howard couldn't trust them as he did Tina and Chris.

Unlike Grice, Ada, the other captain at Howard's side, perceived his unease.

Ada, a mere sixteen-year-old girl, possessed a strength even greater than Howard's current might.

She had once been a daughter of nobility, but circumstances had led to her fall from grace.

For a noble, her combat prowess was extraordinarily rare, as the empire's aristocrats were mostly known for their greed and indulgence in pleasures.

Ada wasn't as obtuse as Grice and seemed to have an inkling of Howard's suspicions.

Just when everything seemed normal, Howard suddenly felt dizzy, his vision darkening.

It was as if an invisible hand had pushed him down.

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as lead, utterly beyond his control.

He felt as though he was enveloped in a thick fog, hearing indistinct voices and footsteps.