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

The single-horn's corpse hit the platform with a wet thud, the hole in its chest still smoking from Noah's void bullet. But before anyone could even process the kill, alarms began shrieking through the facility like the sound of reality breaking apart.

Noah didn't celebrate. Didn't even smile. He was already scanning the upper levels of the facility, watching as massive shadows moved behind industrial lighting. His mind was cataloguing threats, calculating angles, processing the tactical nightmare they'd just walked into.

"Shit," he said quietly, and that single word carried more weight than most people's entire speeches.

Three single-horns dropped through access shafts with impacts that sent shockwaves through the entire structure. Metal groaned. Support beams buckled. And one of the creatures, the largest of the three, fixed its predatory gaze directly on Noah.

"Human child with the blade," it rumbled, voice like an avalanche given speech. "We remember your pathetic weapon. You killed our brothers on the crystal world. Today, we return the favor."

Noah tilted his head slightly, studying the creatures with the detached interest of a surgeon examining a particularly complex tumor. The way they positioned themselves. The coordination. The fact that they'd specifically mentioned planet Nebular.

"Interesting," he said, more to himself than anyone else. "Collective memory. Probably not true hive-mind—too much individual personality variation. But definitely networked consciousness."

Sophie was staring at him like he'd lost his mind. "Noah, this might not be the time for—"

"It's exactly the time," Noah interrupted, his voice carrying that particular edge it got when his brain was running calculations that would give other people headaches. "Information is ammunition. And right now, we're severely outgunned."

'I really shouldn't bebl held up here for too long. I came to gather intelligence and hopefully inform the team of my discovery. But between angry miners and Harbingers, I'd say this place needs me more. I can't worry about my team not being able to handle a group of ill motivated humans with our own weaponry. They are soldiers, they'll be fine without me,'

The probability spark that had been dancing across Sophie's fingertips suddenly flared and died. She looked down at her hand in confusion, then back at Noah with something approaching panic.

"My field," she said. "It's... gone quiet."

Noah's expression didn't change, but Diana caught the way his eyes flicked to Sophie and then back to the Harbingers. He was processing this new information, adding it to whatever complex equation he was running in his head.

"Field collapse usually means one of two things," he said conversationally, as if they weren't surrounded by apex predators. "Either the probability threads are too chaotic to interpret, or they're converging on an inevitable outcome."

"Which is it?" Diana asked, her null fields already beginning to form around her hands.

"Both," Noah replied. "Which means we're about to have a very bad day unless we get creative very quickly."

The largest Harbinger took a step forward, and the platform shuddered under its weight. "Enough talking, human child. Your blade could might have saved your kind on the ice world. It will not save you here."

Noah's response was to activate his equipment with the kind of bored demeanor that suggested he was seeing this situation differently.

[Equipment selection detected. Activating Void Striders and Excaliburn]

The boots materialized around his feet first, void energy wisping from the soles like controlled smoke. Excaliburn followed, the longsword taking shape in his hand with an almost organic fluidity. The weapon's edge didn't just cut light—it seemed to edit reality around itself, making the air look somehow less substantial.

"Sophie, I'm guessing you are in charge here, no?" Noah said, his voice carrying a tone that brooked no argument, " You have to give tactical command to Diana. Your field going silent means you're a liability right now."

Sophie's jaw tightened, but she nodded. Leadership meant making hard calls, even when they hurt. "Diana, you have tactical command. Keep everyone alive."

Diana's ice-blue eyes swept the battlefield, cataloguing threats with professional efficiency. "George, Kole—human targets only. Do not engage the Harbingers under any circumstances. Lyra, I need you to transform and create chaos, but stay clear of the big ones."

"What about you two?" Lyra asked, her voice already taking on that edge it got like the first time when she was preparing to become something monstrous.

"We're going to run an experiment," Noah said, his attention focused on the three Harbingers spreading out to surround them. "Diana, I need you to understand something about momentum nullification and energy interaction."

"I'm listening," Diana replied, though her expression suggested she thought Noah had picked a hell of a time for a physics lecture.

"Your null fields stop momentum completely, right? Everything becomes stationary relative to your reference frame."

"Obviously."

"But what happens to the energy that momentum was carrying?"

Diana paused, her tactical mind catching up to where Noah was going with this. "It has to go somewhere. Conservation of energy."

"Exactly. And when I hit something with void energy while it's locked in your field..."

The leftmost Harbinger had heard enough. It exploded forward like a freight train made of muscle and rage, covering twenty feet in a single bound. Its fist whistled through the air with enough force to cave in a bunker wall.

*BOOM!*

The sonic boom from the missed punch shattered every window in a fifty-foot radius. Concrete dust rained from the ceiling as the shockwave rippled outward, but Noah was already gone—a purple afterimage dissolving where he'd been standing.

He materialized behind the creature, but instead of striking, his voice cut through the chaos: "Diana! Middle one—momentum lock, three seconds!"

Diana's null field erupted outward like an invisible explosion. The center Harbinger, mid-leap and moving at terminal velocity, suddenly stopped. Not slowed. Stopped. Every molecule of its seven-foot frame locked in place as if reality itself had pressed pause.

"These things are strong!" Diana gritted through clenched teeth, sweat already beading on her forehead. Holding back something with that much kinetic energy was like trying to stop a falling building with her bare hands.

The trapped Harbinger's eyes went wide with confusion, then fury. It strained against the null field, muscles bulging as it fought forces it couldn't understand. But it might as well have been trying to punch through the concept of mathematics.

Meanwhile, Noah was already airborne, launching himself at the third Harbinger in what looked like a death wish. The creature wound up for a haymaker that could have punched through a battleship's armor plating. Its fist came forward like a wrecking ball wrapped in scales and hatred.

[Storm Fall activated]

Lightning didn't just fall from the ceiling—it erupted. Multiple bolts of concentrated electrical fury converged on the frozen Harbinger like the wrath of god made manifest. The creature's scream could have shattered diamond as ten million volts coursed through its nervous system. But more than just pain, the electrical discharge created a magnetic field that seemed to scramble its cellular regeneration.

The third Harbinger's punch was inches from Noah's face when he executed his jumping knee strike. Time seemed to slow as Noah's knee, enhanced by Void Strider momentum, drove into the creature's solar plexus with the force of a meteor impact.

*CRACK!*

The sound of splintering ribs echoed through the facility like gunshots. The Harbinger's chest didn't just cave in—it imploded. Organs ruptured. Blood exploded from its mouth in a black spray that painted the nearby machinery. But Noah wasn't done.

His hands found the creature's skull, fingers holding firm against scale and bone. Using the alien's own devastating momentum against it, he twisted with enhanced strength and sent the seven-foot monster spinning through the air like a rag doll.

The Harbinger's body carved a trench through industrial equipment, metal screaming as it bent and shattered. Sparks flew like fireworks as electrical systems overloaded. When the creature finally came to rest, it had demolished three processing stations and left a crater in the reinforced flooring.

"Holy shit," George whispered, his voice barely audible over the crackling of damaged machinery. "He's actually winning."

It looked like a new concept to them. Most of them hadn't seen one nor faced one before. But here was one of them, a colleague of theirs just casually putting a beat down on one.

"Diana!" Noah's voice carried over the chaos as he rolled clear of falling debris. "Physics lesson time. Lock the first one's forward momentum but leave its rotational inertia free!"

Diana's null field shifted with surgical precision, and the result was immediate and catastrophic. The leftmost Harbinger, still charging from its initial attack, found its forward motion frozen while its body continued to rotate. Conservation of angular momentum became a weapon.

The creature's own strength worked against it as centrifugal force tore at joints and ligaments. Its left arm twisted at impossible angles, the wet sound of tearing cartilage mixing with the alien's roar of pain and confusion. It hit the platform like a broken marionette, writhing as its own momentum destroyed its structural integrity.

Noah was there before it could recover, void-blinking to the creature's position in a flash of purple energy. Excaliburn drove through the alien's skull with surgical precision, void energy eating through bone and brain matter like acid through paper. The creature's death throes shook the entire platform.

[Health Points: 1750/1750]

No damage taken.

The electrocuted Harbinger broke free of Diana's null field with a sound like reality tearing. Its regeneration was already working, muscle tissue knitting itself back together, burns fading to scars. But its movements were sluggish, electrical trauma still scrambling its nervous system.

"I'm coming," Noah warned, his voice carrying that dangerous calm that meant he was about to do something impossible. "Keep it busy for exactly four seconds."

Diana's response was immediate and brutal. She threw up a series of interlocking null fields, creating a three-dimensional maze of frozen space. The Harbinger roared in frustration as it tried to navigate around patches of immobile air, its punches creating shockwaves that rattled the entire facility but couldn't reach its targets.

Each impact sent concentric rings of force rippling outward, buckling metal and shattering concrete. The creature was trapped in a prison made of physics itself.

[Dimensional Shift activated. Duration: 10 seconds]

Noah became translucent, ghost-like, existing slightly out of phase with normal reality. The third Harbinger, having recovered from its impact with the processing station, swung a devastating backhand that passed harmlessly through Noah's ethereal form.

The alien's confusion lasted exactly long enough for Noah to rematerialize inside its guard.

Excaliburn drove up through the creature's ribcage like a spear of concentrated entropy. Void energy didn't just cut—it unraveled. The Harbinger's internal organs simply ceased to exist, leaving a perfectly smooth cavity where its heart and lungs had been. The creature looked down in shock at the weapon protruding from its chest, confusion replacing rage in its predatory eyes.

"Two down," Noah said, his voice steady as he pulled his sword free with a wet sound that echoed through the facility.

The remaining Harbinger let out a roar that shattered every piece of glass within a hundred meters. Windows exploded in cascades of razor-sharp fragments. The sound was so loud it triggered structural alarms throughout the facility.

It abandoned all pretense of tactical thinking, charging straight through Diana's null fields and accepting the disorientation in exchange for a clear path to Noah. Its massive feet left craters in the reinforced flooring with each step.

This was exactly what Noah had been waiting for.

"Diana! Full momentum lock on my position—trust me on this one!"

The creature's fist was inches from Noah's face, moving with enough force to liquify a tank, when Diana's null field activated. Every molecule of air around Noah became immobile, creating a barrier that even a Harbinger couldn't penetrate.

The alien's punch connected with what felt like a wall of crystallized space.

*BOOM!*

The shockwave from the impact was apocalyptic. The platform around them cracked like an eggshell, metal buckling and support beams snapping like twigs. A crater formed in the reinforced flooring, spreading outward in concentric circles of destruction. But Noah was untouched within Diana's protective bubble.

More importantly, the Harbinger's fist was now trapped, held motionless by the same forces protecting Noah. The creature strained against the null field, muscles bulging as it tried to pull free, but it might as well have been trying to move a mountain.

"Conservation of energy," Noah said quietly, and drove his free hand into the creature's exposed torso. "All that kinetic force has to go somewhere."

[Null Strike activated]

The void energy didn't just tear through flesh—it erased it. A basketball-sized sphere of the Harbinger's chest simply ceased to exist, leaving a perfectly smooth cavity that went all the way through to the creature's spine. The alien's eyes went wide with something that might have been fear before it toppled backward, finally still.

Diana stared at the carnage, then looked at Noah with something approaching awe. "Jesus Christ. It's just not fair, sharing the same homeworld as you alpha class monsters."

Around them, the rest of the team was mopping up the last of the human resistance. Lyra had demolished most of the mining equipment in her enthusiasm, her transformed state making short work of anything that wasn't seven feet tall and homicidal. George and Kole had managed to secure several prisoners who might have answers.

But more alarms were sounding from the upper levels of the facility. And this time, they could hear something else—the sound of massive footsteps. Multiple sets. Heavy. Purposeful.

"Whatever's controlling these people," Diana said, studying the tactical displays on her gauntlet, "it's coming from up there. Every Harbinger we've seen has been moving down from the top floors."

Noah wiped Excaliburn clean and looked up at the facility's superstructure, his mind already calculating approach vectors and defensive positions. The sound of approaching footsteps was getting louder, more numerous.

"Then that's where we're going," he said, his voice carrying that dangerous calm that meant he was already three moves ahead. "Hope you're ready for a vertical assault, because something tells me we've only seen the appetizer course."

As if summoned by his words, the ceiling above them began to crack. Dust rained down as something massive moved through the upper levels, each footstep sending tremors through the entire structure.

Whatever was coming down to meet them, it was bigger than anything they'd faced so far.