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. 

(DISCLAIMER: THE COVER FOR THIS BOOK IS NOT MINE. PLEASE DM IF YOU WANT THIS REMOVED.)

I Received System to Become Dragonborn

As the dust and debris settled Erend and Eccar stood side by side, their chests heaving with exertion.

The remnants of their combined assault still crackled in the air—lightning sparking from the ground, flames flickering at their feet. Before them the dark, chaotic figure that had once seemed unstoppable was now little more than a twisted writhing mass of shadow. It quivered and its form no longer able to hold itself together, melting into a pool of inky darkness at their feet.

Erend tightened his grip on his burning fists, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the creature's dissolving remains. Eccar kept his gaze fixed on the dark mass as well, the Earth's energy still coursing through him.

The two Dragonborns exchanged a glance, their faces grim. They knew better than to let their guard down even now. They couldn't shake the feeling that this battle wasn't truly over.

Not Over