Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer

Azvoid Larkson sat on the edge of his bed, contemplating on ancient, forbidden thoughts,"was he ready to risk it all and integrate such a high rank talent onto his Bloodline?", on the other hand he could give up his quest for power for he felt the moment he decided to tread this path there would be no coming back, but that thought was immediately dashed to the side the moment it even crossed his mind.

His normally sharp obsidian eyes gleamed with an insatiable hunger—tonight, he was on the brink of obtaining something no mortal was meant to wield.

His room was a chaotic symphony of knowledge—holographic screens projected encrypted diagrams he had been working on, trying to use the latest tech on the plane to decipher this system that had been binded with him but all resulting in epic failure,the center of it all was the familiar blue notification screen,no longer seen as a harmless projection to him anymore but—a relic that held the key to the Space Vector Master talent.

A talent that defied existence itself,he was sure it wouldn't be just a mere copy even though he hadn't utilised the extraction function,deep down he felt his Bloodline disdained even the thought of it, that's why he had been putting off the thought for a while..

With it, he would transcend movement. Hee could control vectors at will, command trajectories without force, manipulate acceleration without speed.

It was a talent reserved for cosmic entities, for beings who laughed at the concept of distance.

Azvoid? He was about to steal it,aargh, right cough..... cough , he had already stolen it.

His pulse quickened as a deep, resonating chime vibrated through his skull.

Then came the voice—ancient, commanding, and layered with something feral beneath its mechanical edge.

> [SUPREME DRAGON BEAST TAMER SYSTEM ONLINE]

[UNAUTHORIZED TALENT RECOGNIZED: SPACE VECTOR MASTER]

[ERROR: TALENT SURPASSES USER'S COSMIC CLASS]

[WARNING: HOST BODY IS UNSUITABLE FOR VECTOR TRANSCENDENCE]

[CALCULATING SUCCESS RATE...]

[HOST SURVIVAL CHANCE: 4.2%]

[…RESTRICTIONS OVERRIDDEN.]

[SUPREME ABSORPTION INITIATED.]

Azvoid exhaled sharply, his lips twisting into a grin filled with madness.

"Come and get me."

The system erupted.

The notification screen disintegrated into streams of golden light the moment he chose <>, forming intricate spinning runes in the air. His room lurched, the very walls bending as if space itself had entered a flux state. The steel floor rippled like liquid, objects floating as gravity began rewriting itself around him.

Then the runes attacked.

They crashed into his chest, his arms, his skull—embedding themselves into his very bones.

Azvoid's vision fractured.

His System interface distorted, glitching as it struggled to process the sheer magnitude of the power.

> [ABSORPTION IN PROGRESS… 12%]

A sudden spatial shift slammed into his body—his entire existence stretched across multiple dimensions at once. He wasn't teleporting—he was being scattered.

The world around him split apart, and suddenly—

He was no longer in his room.

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THE ABYSS OF VECTOR GODS

Azvoid found himself suspended in an abyss of pure motion.

There was no ground. No sky. No stars. Only a swirling chaos of raw directional force—a hurricane of movement, a place where speed and position had no meaning.

And at the heart of it all, a presence.

It was not a creature. It was not a god.

It was motion itself.

A colossus of infinite vectors, shifting between every position at once, its very existence warping the concept of location.

And it had noticed him.

> [ABSORPTION IN PROGRESS… 29%]

[WARNING: UNIDENTIFIED VECTOR ENTITY INTERFERENCE]

The colossus shifted, yet it did not "move." Instead, it was simply where it needed to be.

Then, without sound, without warning—

It attacked.

Azvoid had no time to react.

His body detonated into infinite pieces, each fragment cast into a different motion state—accelerating, reversing, standing still, twisting through unseen dimensions.

His thoughts scattered, his consciousness splintering across countless trajectories.

> [ABSORPTION IN PROGRESS… 41%]

[ERROR: HOST IS LOSING EXISTENTIAL COHESION]

Azvoid roared, forcing his mind to stitch itself back together. He wasn't going to be erased. He wasn't going to be a victim of this godless plane.

"No." His voice cracked, but his will remained ironclad. "I refuse."

The System reacted.

> [SUPREME DRAGON BEAST TAMER SYSTEM ENGAGING CORE PROTOCOLS]

[DRAGON SOUL RESISTANCE ACTIVATED]

For a brief moment, the storm hesitated.

Then something erupted from Azvoid's core.

A black-scaled dragon's silhouette roared into existence behind him, its serpentine form stretching beyond the limits of vision. Its eyes burned with a primal defiance, and with a single, cosmic snarl, it lashed out.

The abyss shuddered.

The colossus of vectors reeled back.

Azvoid gasped as he felt his scattered form snapping back into one singular existence.

He had won the first battle.

But the war wasn't over.

> [ABSORPTION IN PROGRESS… 67%]

The entity shifted, speaking in a voice made of collapsed stars and endless acceleration.

"You defy the laws of motion itself. You should not exist."

Azvoid wiped the blood from his lips, his eyes burning with something far greater than fear.

"I exist because I say I do."

He lifted his hand—no, he lifted his will.

And for the first time—the vectors obeyed him.

> [ABSORPTION IN PROGRESS… 89%]

Azvoid lashed out, his mind bending the infinite motion surrounding him. The colossus tried to resist, but it was too late.

With a final, absolute command, he folded the abyss of movement into a closed equation—an eternal loop that could never reach him again.

The colossus howled, its form imploding, trapped in a paradox of its own creation.

Azvoid stood victorious.

> [ABSORPTION COMPLETE.]

[TALENT ACQUIRED: SPACE VECTOR MASTER]

[SUPREME SYSTEM SYNCHRONIZATION 100%]

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BACK IN REALITY

Azvoid gasped, his body slamming back onto the cold steel of his room. His desk was obliterated, books floating mid-air, the very fabric of space quivering around him.

He staggered to his feet, his entire body humming with an unrealized force.

He lifted his hand.

The air itself distorted.

A single thought crossed his mind—and he was across the room instantly, without taking a step.

Azvoid Larkson grinned.

He had done it. He had stolen motion from the universe itself.

And now?

Now, nothing in existence would ever be out of his reach again.