Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 36: Supreme Extraction.

Azvoid took a deep breath, his obsidian eyes gleaming with the undeniable thrill of his recent advancement. C-Rank. He clenched his fists, feeling the newfound power humming through his veins, like a tempest barely contained. The clash with Freya had pushed him over the edge, shoving him into the next stage with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

And he loved it.

"About damn time," Azvoid muttered with a smirk.

It was then that Noctis's rumbling voice echoed within his mind, smooth and sharp like blackened glass.

"Not bad, Azvoid. But before you get all high and mighty, there's something I need to remind you."

Azvoid raised an eyebrow, his smirk refusing to leave. "What, you're gonna give me a pat on the back and tell me I've earned myself a cookie?"

"Tch, as if. Listen well, brat. Now that you're C-Rank, you've unlocked another door of your power. One that's far darker and far more potent than mere replication."

The teasing gleam in Azvoid's eyes faltered. Oh. So Noctis was being serious.

"Ah... you're talking about Extraction, aren't you?"

"Good. At least your brain's still functioning after all that posturing. Yes, Extraction. The ability to seize a talent from a defeated opponent, ripping it from their very soul and making it yours."

Azvoid crossed his arms, his expression turning grim. He'd known about Extraction for some time, but it wasn't something he'd ever considered using. It was a method of absolute finality. After all, he wasn't just copying a talent—he was tearing it away from its owner. Permanently.

"Yeah, I know about it. But let's be real, all the low-level talents I've come across would only taint my bloodline. I'd rather avoid that kind of mess."

"Smart of you to recognize that. But you must also understand, the greater the talent you extract, the greater its power will be. Not only will you gain the talent itself, but it will be enhanced to its super state. A more refined, purer form."

Azvoid's eyes narrowed, the temptation flaring through him like wildfire. An ability like that could be revolutionary. But...

"Noctis, you sound like you're trying to sell me a death wish. There's obviously a catch, isn't there?"

The dragon's chuckle was a low rumble, dark and amused.

"Of course. Such power doesn't come without consequence. Extraction is taxing—on your body, your mind, and your very essence. Using it recklessly could leave you crippled for days, maybe even weeks. And if you attempt to extract something beyond your current limits? Your soul could shatter from the strain."

"Good to know. Not exactly the friendly warning I was hoping for, but hey, you always know how to kill a mood."

"And one more thing, Azvoid. As you grow stronger, you will encounter talents worth extracting. The moment you hesitate or shy away from seizing what you desire is the moment you fall behind."

Azvoid leaned against the training ground's fence, his gaze distant. The idea of using Extraction was... tempting. His Supreme Dragon Beast Tamer System had granted him monstrous abilities. Replication was a cheat on its own, but if Extraction was on a whole different level...

Yet there was a line he didn't want to cross. Not yet, at least.

"I'll think about it. But until I find a talent worthy of being extracted, it stays on the shelf."

"Good. Because once you begin, there will be no turning back."

A chill traced down Azvoid's spine. Whether it was a warning or a challenge, Noctis's voice carried a weight that couldn't be ignored.

Still, his smirk slowly returned. "What's the worst that could happen?"

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Azvoid lay sprawled across his bed, lost in the blissful haze of sleep. His room was in its usual state of organized chaos, with clothes tossed over the back of a chair and his worn sneakers discarded near the door. Rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing lazily in the air.

Knock, knock, knock.

He stirred, barely conscious, before deciding that ignoring it was the best option.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"Azvoid! Wake up!"

A familiar voice broke through his daze—Geastrice Lola. There was an edge of impatience and something else... maybe concern?

Grumbling, Azvoid sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stumbled to his feet, still half-asleep, and yanked the door open.

Lola stood there, looking flustered and slightly out of breath. Her combat suit hugged her frame snugly, the sleek black material accentuating her toned curves and athletic build. The outfit did little to hide the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath. The morning light caught in her golden eyes, making them almost mesmerizing.

"You... You really sleep like a dead man," Lola mumbled, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she looked everywhere but directly at him.

"When you train as hard as I do, you'd understand," Azvoid muttered, giving her a lazy smirk. "What's with the racket? Did the guild burn down or something?"

Lola scoffed, trying to regain her usual composure. "No, but Amelia's been looking for you. Something about the Clash of Guilds being moved up. She seemed pretty urgent about it."

Azvoid raised an eyebrow, finally processing her words. "Moved up? How much?"

"Like... a lot. She didn't say why, just that you should come right away." She hesitated, glancing at his disheveled appearance. "Um... you might want to fix your hair or something. You look like you fought a demon beast and lost."

He chuckled, running a hand through his wild, dark hair. "I'm not here to impress anyone."

Lola bit her lip, looking slightly hesitant. "Y-Yeah, I guess. But, um... maybe you could at least look somewhat presentable? You know... just in case."

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Azvoid tilted his head, noticing her uncharacteristic shyness. "Why? Trying to impress someone?"

Lola's face turned a deeper shade of pink. "No! I just— You know what? Forget it! Just get moving before Amelia tears the place apart looking for you."

Smirking, Azvoid gave a half-hearted wave as he walked past her, heading down the hall. Lola hurried to catch up, her blush lingering as she matched his stride.

As they moved through the bustling corridors, guild members whispered and pointed. Azvoid caught snippets of conversations.

"Did you hear? The dark horse is up already."

"Can't believe how fast he leveled up..."

"I heard he wiped out an entire dungeon solo. Insane."

"No, that's not right,i heard his father is the global cosmic alliance leader..."

"Cut the bullsh*t ,i heard from...."

Azvoid gave Lola a sideways glance, but she was staring straight ahead, clearly pretending not to hear the gossip. He couldn't help but find it amusing how easily made up rumors spread.

They reached Amelia's office door, and Lola hesitated. "Um... You go first. I'll catch up later," she muttered, still avoiding his gaze.

Azvoid quirked an eyebrow. "Why? You're not in trouble or something, are you?"

She huffed, pushing him toward the door. "Just go already! I'm not your babysitter."

With a low chuckle, he gave in and opened the door, his thoughts already shifting to whatever news Amelia had for him. The tension in the air was palpable, and somewhere deep down, Azvoid couldn't help but feel that things were about to get more exciting....