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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!

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Chapter381-Disdain

After Howard finished the two slices of dark bread, he expressed his gratitude, "Thank you for helping me in my time of need. I will repay you later."

Nia, filled with curiosity and a young girl's idealism, combined with her concern for Howard's well-being, clung to his arm, refusing to let go.

Howard looked at Nia in surprise; ever since he had become an earl, no one had dared to boldly grab his arm and impede his movements in such a manner.

"You can't leave; you're not well enough to go," Nia insisted, struggling to articulate her concerns further but making it abundantly clear that she did not want Howard to leave.

Howard, with a wry smile, replied diplomatically, "But I have matters to attend to today. How am I to get anything done if you won't let me go?"

By 10 in the morning on February 19th, Nia's father returned from fishing, bringing back a large basket full of hairtail fish.

Howard had agreed with Nia to stay for lunch at her home.