Pendragon_DNT

The Mc reincarnates in a world of magic and adventure as a Leech, follow his adventure in this mysterious and exciting world as he goes from the weakest creature to the shadow being that everyone is afraid of.  Will he pursue the path of strength alone?  Or without realizing it he will become the king of the greatest empire that ever lived.
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 This is my first story and English is not my native language, I am using Google translator to translate the story for me, I accept opinions and questions in the comments for this week's chapter.-------‐--------‐-----------------------------------------------------------------
 I intend to make this a long story so all the development of the Mc and the world will be slow for a proper construction, be warned.
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I know the first few chapters have some errors, but I've improved my writing as I progressed through the story, after 10 chapters there won't be that many errors.
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Tags:
 Male protagonist, non-human protagonist, evolution, adventure, action, harém, fantasy.

Will of chaos

"Please rest, your body is very weak..."

"Ahh... my arm hurts... why does it hurt so much..." (I)

My vision is very blurry and my body is weak, I don't remember much about the last few days, I know that everyone swam without rest and that I had to fight the monsters many times, all this while fighting against the current used by a great storm.

I moved relying solely on my purpose to keep civilians alive, that was the duty I placed on my shoulders when I left the battlefield to save those in need along with many others who thought like me.

I refused to sleep knowing that if I closed my eyes I might not open them again due to the many injuries I carried.

"Lady, there is no longer a... an arm to feel pain..."

Cap 747: Refugees