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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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Chapter270-Setting Out

Margaret must have been preoccupied with something recently, preventing her from visiting.

Seated on an iron chair, Howard rested his chin on his hand, gazing into the distance.

Nora, standing by his side, saw through Howard's thoughts and advised, "Once Bosiden brings good news, he'll return. As for Margaret not visiting, it's because you never asked her to come frequently. You can't blame others for not adhering to an unspoken rule."

Howard stubbornly retorted, "I do look forward to Bosiden's return, but what does Margaret's absence have to do with me? I am the lord, and she is my vassal. If she doesn't come, should I beg her to? It's her choice."

Nora chose not to respond further, preferring not to engage in meaningless conversations.

Ten days later, Bosiden still hadn't brought any news of victory and returned dejectedly.

Old Mibo, who started his career as the chief of spies under Earl Layton Gade, was a master in the art of espionage.