Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner

[NEW QUEST: SURVIVE THE RED DEATH]

The notification appeared directly in front of Noah’s face, the text glowing with an urgency that matched his hammering heart.

’Survive,’ Noah thought, the word echoing in his mind. ’Not defeat. Not kill. Just survive.’

The irony wasn’t lost on him. He’d found Nyx as an egg, had raised him from hatching, had watched him grow into the Red Death Dragon that now served as one of his three bonded creatures. Nyx had fought four-horn Harbingers and emerged unscathed, had demonstrated power that made S-rank awakened humans look weak.

And here Noah stood, facing what appeared to be a fully mature red death dragon. Bigger than Nyx, certainly. More intimidating in sheer physical presence. But was it actually stronger? Noah wasn’t sure anymore. The abilities were familiar because he’d seen them before, but on closer inspection, nothing this dragon had demonstrated matched the raw destructive output Nyx was capable of. Maybe he’d been scaling wrong, letting size and spectacle cloud his judgment. Maybe Nyx’s compact form held more concentrated power than this larger creature’s sprawling bulk.

Or maybe Noah just didn’t want to admit that without his bond, without his void abilities, without his equipment, he was facing something that could kill him regardless of which dragon was objectively stronger.

’I’m fucked,’ Noah thought with crystalline clarity. ’Nyx is strong. This thing maybe is stronger. And I don’t have my void abilities, don’t have my equipment, don’t have anything except my physical stats and chi.’

But that wasn’t the only problem.

His body was reacting to the dragon’s fear aura in ways that made no sense. Yes, the creature was terrifying. Yes, it could kill him in seconds. But he’d bonded with one of these. Had spent months around Nyx, had felt his presence, had experienced what a red death dragon felt like.

So why was his body locked up like prey facing a predator?

’Because I don’t have the bond here,’ Noah realized. ’Because in my timeline, Nyx’s presence is familiar. Here, it’s just raw terror with nothing to counter it.’

The dragon’s chest compressed further. The sphere of condensed energy beneath its ribs reached critical mass, and Noah knew he had maybe two seconds before it released.

’Normal chi won’t cut it,’ Noah thought, his mind racing through options. ’I need something stronger. Something that can hurt this thing badly enough to disrupt the attack.’

He reached inward, found his chi reserves, and pushed past them. But not deeper inside himself. Outward. Pulling from the world around him instead of his own cultivation.

Dark chi.

The dangerous counterpart to normal chi cultivation. More powerful but harder to control, more destructive but with consequences that could cripple someone who used it incorrectly. Master Anng had warned him against it, told him the risks, but had never taught him the technique itself.

Lila had shown him. Demonstrated how to draw energy from external sources rather than internal reserves, how to channel power that existed in emotions, in the raw and unfiltered feelings that radiated from living beings.

Red and white energy began manifesting around Noah’s body like smoke. Not the pure white of standard chi drawn from his own cultivation, but streaked with red.

Power pulled from the grief radiating from dragon knights mourning their fallen comrade somewhere in the darkness. From Egor’s controlled fury at losing one of his men. From the terror saturating every living thing within range of the dragon’s presence, fear so thick it practically dripped from the air itself.

Negative emotions made manifest. Suffering converted into strength.

The dragon’s mouth opened wider, preparing to release.

BOOM!

Noah moved.

The ground beneath his feet didn’t just crack. It imploded, stone pulverizing from the force of his acceleration. Dark chi amplified his physical stats beyond what they should be capable of, turned his enhanced agility into something that bordered on teleportation.

His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around the handle of Egor’s hammer that the captain had dropped when they crashed. The weapon responded to his grip, energy flowing into it, recognizing someone with power.

The dragon’s chest began releasing the magma bomb.

Noah closed the distance between them in microseconds. His body twisted mid-sprint, building rotational momentum, and he launched himself into the air.

Spinning. Once, twice, three times. The hammer extending outward from centrifugal force, and Noah released it at the apex of his rotation.

The weapon became a missile.

A vacuum cone formed around the hammer as it descended, air pressure creating visible distortion. The sound was like thunder compressed into a single point.

KRAAAA!

The hammer struck the dragon square in the back, right between its wings where the scales were smaller. The impact drove the creature downward, its chest compression failing, the magma bomb dispersing harmlessly into the air as superheated energy scattered in all directions.

The dragon hit the ground face-first, its body creating a trench as momentum carried it forward.

Noah followed immediately. His feet touched ground, dark chi propelling him forward, his hand closing around the hammer handle that was still embedded in the dragon’s back. He ripped it free, spun, and brought it down toward the creature’s skull with everything he had.

THOOM!

The hammer connected with scaled flesh. The dragon’s head drove into stone, cratering the ground, its jaw snapping shut with enough force that teeth cracked.

Noah raised the hammer for another strike.

Movement behind him. Instinct more than sight. He threw himself sideways.

The dragon’s tail came around in a sweep that would have decapitated him. The appendage was moving faster than Noah’s enhanced perception could fully track, the tip creating sonic booms from sheer velocity.

It caught him anyway. Not a direct hit, but close enough. The tail’s edge clipped Noah’s ribs, and despite dark chi reinforcing his durability, the impact launched him sideways.

His body became airborne. Trees approached too fast to avoid. Noah crashed through the first one, the trunk exploding into splinters. The second tree slowed him slightly. The third broke his momentum enough that when he hit the ground, he bounced instead of cratering.

Once. Twice. Three times. Each impact drove air from his lungs, each bounce created deep gouges in the earth where his body struck.

Noah finally arrested his momentum by driving the hammer into the ground, using it as an anchor. He came to rest in a clearing surrounded by trees, maybe three hundred feet from where the dragon had crashed and too far from where the dragon Knights were positioned at the top of the mountain.

Too far for them to help. Too far for him to retreat.

Blood ran down his face from a cut above his eye. His ribs were screaming, probably cracked despite dark chi reinforcement. His right shoulder felt dislocated.

He looked up.

The dragon was airborne, its wings spread wide. But not just spread. Burning. Actual flames wreathed the membrane between bone struts, turning the creature into something that looked like it had flown straight from hell.

”Okay,” Noah said, spitting blood. ”That’s new.”

The dragon tucked its wings back against its body.

BOOM!

The acceleration was immediate and terrifying. The creature went from hovering to maximum speed in the span of a heartbeat, its body becoming a red blur that carved through the night air.

Noah had maybe two seconds to make a decision.

Take the hit, brace with the hammer’s defensive properties, try to survive the impact.

Or attack. Meet the dragon head-on, try to disrupt its charge before it connected.

The dragon’s chest began glowing again. Magma bomb charging while it flew, the attack building even as it closed distance.

Surrounding trees began catching fire from proximity alone. The heat was intense enough that bark ignited spontaneously, that leaves burst into flame before the dragon even reached them.

Then something else began manifesting around the creature. Red mist, not crimson like Noah’s dark chi but a deeper shade that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. The vapor poured from the dragon’s scales like smoke from burning coals, spreading outward in tendrils that writhed through the air with unnatural movement.

The dragon flew through its own mist, the red vapor clinging to its body, wrapping around wings and tail. Where the mist touched flame, the fire burned hotter, shifted from orange to blue-white.

Then the creature started rotating. Its body spinning along its flight path, wings tucked tight, creating a corkscrew motion that turned the dragon into a living drill wrapped in fire and that strange red mist.

A hurricane of flame and vapor spiraled toward Noah, growing larger as the dragon’s rotation pulled in air and fed the inferno. The red mist mixed with the flames, creating patterns that hurt to look at directly, like staring at something that existed partially outside normal space.

Noah’s grip tightened on the hammer.

’I love dragons,’ he thought, dark chi flaring brighter around his body. ’I don’t want to kill it... But I have to stop him,”

He charged.

Not away from the flaming hurricane. Toward it. Dark chi propelling him forward at speeds that matched the dragon’s acceleration, red and white energy trailing behind him like a comet’s tail.

The distance closed. Fifty feet. Thirty. Twenty.

Noah jumped, his legs propelling him upward with force that cracked stone. His body corkscrewed in the opposite rotation from the dragon, the hammer extending outward.

They met in midair.

BOOM!

The collision created a shockwave that flattened every tree within a hundred-foot radius. The sound was catastrophic, like two mountains colliding at terminal velocity.

Noah’s hammer struck the dragon’s skull at an angle, the impact traveling through the weapon into his arms. His bones protested, ligaments tearing, but he held on.

The dragon’s rotation broke. Its flight path destabilized. The magma bomb in its chest misfired, energy releasing in random directions instead of the focused blast it was meant to be.

Superheated material sprayed across the forest. Trees exploded into ash. Stone melted where the magma touched it. The air itself ignited, creating fireballs that mushroomed upward.

Noah and the dragon separated from the impact, both tumbling through air in opposite directions.

Noah recovered first. Dark chi stabilized his flight, let him twist mid-air to face the dragon.

The creature was shaking its head, clearly dazed from the hammer strike. Blood ran from its nostrils, black and thick. One of its horns had cracked.

But it was still flying. Still dangerous. Still very much capable of killing him.

The dragon’s eyes locked onto Noah, and he saw intelligence there. Recognition that this wasn’t prey. This was a threat.

It roared, the sound carrying rage and challenge in equal measure.

Then it dove.

Not toward the ground. Toward Noah, who was still airborne by using dark chi to create short bursts of blasts that went downward, hence keeping him from falling.

’I can’t thank Master Anng and Lila enough,’

Noah met the charge. His hammer came around in a horizontal swing aimed at the dragon’s jaw.

The creature twisted, avoided the strike, its tail coming around to catch Noah from behind.

Noah phased through the attack using pure speed, appeared above the dragon, brought the hammer down toward its spine.

The dragon’s wings beat once, creating distance before the strike landed. Then it countered with a blast of fire from its mouth, flames hot enough to turn sand to glass.

Noah dove under the fire stream, came up inside the dragon’s guard, drove the hammer into its chest with both hands.

CRACK!

Ribs broke. The dragon’s flight faltered, its wings losing rhythm.

But its claws came around, raking across Noah’s torso. Enhanced durability and dark chi reinforcement saved his life, but the claws still carved through flesh, drawing blood that sprayed across the night air.

They separated again, both bleeding now, both damaged.

The dragon climbed, gaining altitude. Noah followed, dark chi propelling him upward.

Higher. Higher. Until the forest below looked like a dark carpet dotted with fires from their previous exchanges.

The dragon stopped climbing at maybe two thousand feet. It turned to face Noah, wings beating slowly to maintain altitude.

Noah hovered opposite it, the hammer gripped in both hands, dark chi creating a visible aura that made him look like a red and white comet suspended in midair.

For one moment, they just stared at each other.

Predator and prey. Except neither was sure which was which.

Then the dragon’s chest began glowing again. Another magma bomb, this one charging faster than the previous attempts.

Noah didn’t wait for it to complete. He accelerated, closing distance, the hammer already swinging.

The dragon released the magma bomb early, trying to catch Noah in the blast radius.

Noah dodged through the worst of it using sheer speed, his body taking damage from proximity but avoiding direct impact. His hammer connected with the dragon’s head mid-release.

BOOM!

The impact drove the dragon sideways. Its flight path became erratic, wings beating without coordination.

Noah followed up immediately. Another strike to the ribs. Another to the shoulder joint where wing connected to body.

The dragon’s left wing buckled.

They started falling.

Not controlled descent. Actual freefall, both of them tumbling through air, the dragon unable to fly with a broken wing, Noah too exhausted to maintain dark chi flight.

The ground approached rapidly. Trees that had looked like carpet from two thousand feet resolved into individual obstacles that would kill them both on impact.

Noah drove the hammer into the dragon’s chest one more time. Not to kill. To hurt badly enough that the creature couldn’t fight back during the fall.

CRACK!

More bones broke. The dragon’s roar became a wheeze, air forced from punctured lungs.

They fell together, spinning and locked in proximity that would end with both of them dead when they hit the ground.

Noah’s vision was going dark at the edges. Blood loss and exhaustion combining to drag him toward unconsciousness.

[Health Points: 25/3,720]

’The fall will kill it,’ Noah thought distantly, watching the ground rush toward them. ’From this height, even a dragon can’t survive. The impact will shatter its spine, collapse its skull, kill it instantly.’

The thought made him sad despite everything. Despite the fight, despite the danger, despite nearly dying. This was still a dragon. Still a magnificent creature that didn’t deserve to die just because it was defending its territory.

A notification appeared in his vision.

[QUEST COMPLETE: SURVIVE THE RED DEATH]

[WOULD YOU LIKE TO TAME CONQUEST DRAGON?]

Noah’s eyes focused on the text despite his blurring vision.

Tame. Not kill. The system was offering him a choice.

The ground was maybe five hundred feet away now. Four hundred. Three hundred.

”Yes,” Noah said, the word barely audible over the rushing wind.

---

Three hundred feet away, Egor stood at the edge of the crater the dragon had created during its initial landing. His hammer had returned to his hand through will alone, the weapon responding to his call.

The other dragon knights surrounded him, all of them staring at the distant fires burning in the forest where the battle had taken place.

”What was that?” Marcus breathed, his voice carrying awe. ”That speed, that power. That was the tavern boy?”

”That boy has awakened,” Egor said, his voice calm despite what they’d witnessed. ”And not with minor abilities. That is something a certain kingdom call Chi manipulation. Advanced, powerful, and completely beyond what someone his age should be capable of.”

”Look!” Gareth pointed upward. ”The dragon!”

They all looked up.

The red death dragon was falling from the sky, its wings broken, its body tumbling without control. Even from this distance, they could see it was grievously wounded.

Then Egor’s enhanced vision caught something else.

A smaller object, falling alongside the dragon. Human-sized, red and white energy flickering around it like dying embers.

”The boy,” Egor said quietly. ”He’s falling too.”

The two shapes plummeted toward the earth, dragon and human, both of them descending toward impact that would end everything.

And Egor could only watch, too far away to do anything except witness what happened next.