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

The boy's bravado evaporated instantly, replaced by a stark fear that gripped his entire being. His eyes widened in terror as he stared at Erend, frozen in place as if caught in the grip of an unseen force.

The flames of Erend's warning danced ominously in the air, casting eerie shadows across the forest floor.

With a trembling voice, the boy stammered, "P-please... don't hurt me..."

Erend's expression softened slightly as he observed the boy's genuine fear. Despite his initial anger, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the child who had unwittingly stumbled into the dangerous world of necromancy.

"I won't hurt you if you stop raising the undead and promise not to dabble in dark magic again," Erend said firmly, his tone carrying a mix of authority and empathy.

The boy nodded frantically, his entire body shaking with fear. "I-I promise! I won't do it again, I swear!"

Erend nodded, satisfied with the boy's response.

A Young Talent