Diyen_Pi

Five years have passed since the Elves invaded Earth. 

The poor and criminals of the Republic of Ascaria are forced to join the ranks of the soldiers on the front lines while the rich and high-ranking government officials hide behind walls. 

Erend Drake is a young man who must go out and fight so his family can live in a squalid shelter within the walls. 

One night in the battle Erend had to die because he was killed by the Elves. 

But suddenly he wakes up the next day with a mysterious power. 

[Congratulations, you have been chosen to be the holder of Systema.] 

[Please choose the available skills] 

[ Dragon Armor ] 

[ Dragon Claw ] 

[ Dragon Eyes ] 

[ Dragon Wings ] 

[ Fire Breathing ] 

Erend did not expect that he would become a Dragonborn. The strongest race was feared by the Elves and the humans. Even feared by all Gods. 

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I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Blood splashed into the air and descended upon the Lycan pack. 


Like the rain that comes from an open wound in the sky. But they know better than that. 


The reality is much worse than that. The blood belonged to Sigewulf whose arm had been torn off by the Dragon-Erend. 


The Lycans let out voices full of sorrow and fear. Their current feelings are uncertain. 


On the other hand, they want to help Sigewulf. But on the other hand, their instinct tells them something better for their survival. 


They must stay in place, or retreat and escape while there is still time. 


Sigewulf's pained screams made the Lycans wince and whined. 


They huddled low to the ground. Among them, even Grim gritted his teeth and dug his claw deeper into the ground. 


His decision to wait was right. If he let the other Lycans attack to help Sigewulf, this pack would indeed be wiped out. 


Chaos Magic, Again