Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer

Azvoid sat across from Amelia, watching as she flipped through documents with an air of practiced authority.

The Guild Master's office was quieter now, with only the three of them present—Amelia, Azvoid, and Geastrice Lola, who had stubbornly refused to leave. Her golden eyes gleamed with curiosity, making it very clear she wasn't going to miss whatever came next.

Amelia tapped a glowing holographic panel in front of her. "Right. Normally, registering a new member takes some time, but given… certain revelations," she shot Azvoid a knowing glance, "I'm handling this personally."

She didn't look mad anymore. In fact, she looked intrigued.

"Consider it an honor," she added, smirking.

Azvoid sighed. "Sure. Let's call it that."

Lola leaned closer, whispering loudly. "She never does this, by the way."

Surprised, Azvoid had come to find out that lola and Amelia were friends given the familiarity they gave off.

Amelia ignored her.

She continued inputting information into the guild's system, her silver-blue eyes flicking between the screen and Azvoid.

"Now, onto the condition of your registration."

Azvoid raised an eyebrow. "Condition?"

Amelia folded her hands over the desk and leaned in slightly. "The Clash of Guilds."

Azvoid frowned. "Never heard of it."

Amelia gave him a slow, expectant look. "You will."

Lola leaned over excitedly. "It's only one of the biggest inter-guild competitions in the region! Every major guild sends their best members to compete, and the winners get insane rewards, like sponsorships, rare artifacts, and—"

Amelia cut in smoothly. "And, most importantly, a chance at an exclusive invitation to the upper-tier leagues."

Azvoid drummed his fingers on the desk. "And you want me to compete?"

"Not want. Require." Amelia smiled sweetly. "It's the condition of your registration."

Azvoid gave her a flat look. "That sounds suspiciously like blackmail."

She shrugged. "Call it an opportunity."

Lola nudged him. "She really wants to win."

Amelia leaned back, smiling. "The White Lotus Guild has placed second for the past two years. We need a trump card." She tilted her head. "And then, you just… walked in."

Azvoid exhaled. "And if I say no?"

Amelia smirked. "Then I suppose I'll have to report that your real rank doesn't match official records. That kind of… discrepancy would definitely raise some eyebrows."

Azvoid stared at her. "You're actually blackmailing me."

Amelia's smirk widened. "I prefer to think of it as securing a valuable asset."

Lola snorted. "She's really good at this, huh?"

Azvoid sighed. Noctis chuckled darkly in his mind.

"I like her. Ruthless and efficient. You should keep this one close."

Azvoid pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine. I'll compete."

Amelia clapped her hands together. "Excellent."

The guild's registration panel glowed, finalizing his entry.

[Azvoid Larkson – Registered as an Official Member of the White Lotus Guild.]

[Clash of Guilds – Participation Status: Confirmed.]

As the glowing text faded, Azvoid leaned forward slightly.

"Since we're sharing secrets," he said slowly, his black obsidian eyes locking onto Amelia's. "I've got something to ask."

Amelia quirked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Azvoid chose his next words carefully.

"…What do you know about the Global Cosmic Alliance?"

Silence.

For the first time since he had met her, Amelia's confident demeanor faltered.

Her silver-blue eyes flickered with something indistinguishable—wary, curious, calculating.

She steepled her fingers and regarded him carefully. "Why do you ask?"

Azvoid held her gaze. "Because they chose me for something."

The room felt heavier all of a sudden.

Lola sat up straighter. "Wait, hold on. They chose you? As in… the actual Global Cosmic Alliance?"

Azvoid nodded. "Got a very cryptic message about it. No details, just that I was 'chosen.'" He tapped his fingers against the desk. "I figured a Guild Master might have more insight."

Amelia didn't answer immediately. Instead, she studied him, as if trying to decide how much to say.

"…You realize," she said slowly, "that they don't just 'choose' people lightly."

Azvoid nodded. "I had a feeling."

Amelia exhaled, crossing her arms. "The Global Cosmic Alliance oversees universal talent identification. They're the ones who regulate high-tier awakenings, hidden bloodlines, and… other anomalies."

Her gaze darkened slightly. "Being 'chosen' could mean anything—from a rare opportunity… to something far more dangerous."

Azvoid leaned back, digesting her words. "So you're saying I might've been picked for something big."

"Or something deadly." Amelia's expression was unreadable. "Either way… it means someone out there has taken an interest in you."

Noctis's voice curled through his mind, dark and thoughtful.

"Fascinating. You're not merely a rising talent—you are a piece on a far grander chessboard."

Azvoid exhaled slowly. "Well. That's comforting."

Amelia tilted her head, watching him carefully. "You don't seem… particularly shaken by this."

Azvoid smirked. "I've had a long week."

Lola, who had been quietly absorbing everything, finally spoke.

"…Are you going to accept?"

Azvoid blinked. "What?"

She leaned forward, eyes sharp. "Whatever they chose you for. Are you going?"

Azvoid hesitated.

He hadn't thought about it much—he had been so focused on the mystery of it all. But now… now that the question was right in front of him…

Would he accept?

He didn't answer right away.

But Amelia watched him closely.

Lola's eyes gleamed with curiosity.

while all thi ensued, Azvoid issued a mental command to the system.

(System! Scan Amelia's talent.)

Following his command, a familiar blue notification screen popped up in his line of vision.

(Discovered that host has locked on to a target, talent discovered, Phantom Reflex (S-Rank) – The Untouchable Instinct

Effect: Grants an instinctive reaction to all incoming danger, allowing the user to dodge, counter, or reposition before even consciously noticing the threat. Movements feel eerily pre-programmed, making them unpredictable.

System Integration: The system analyzes enemy attacks in real-time and enhances this talent, creating a combat autopilot mode that activates under extreme danger.

Weakness: Doesn't guarantee victory—only survival. If outmatched in raw speed, the body might not keep up with the reaction time.

<>,<>

Weekly period has refreshed.

without giving much thought, Azvoid chose yes, which immediately prompted another question.

(Ding! Congratulations to host for replicating the talent.Do you wish to absorb the Phantom Reflex talent into your bloodline?)

Without thinking much Azvoid ignored the notification screen,he still couldn't risk exposing the fact he had a reality altering system to others.

And as all this proceeded in his mental space everybody looked at him.

And somewhere in the depths of his mind, Noctis chuckled.

"Fate is waiting, little master. The question is… will you meet it?"