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

On the other side of the mountain, the figure who clad in a jet-black coat stood in eerie silence. The man's face that is pale and sharp was illuminated faintly by the glow of the massive black skeleton before him. Tendrils of black mist oozed from the skeletal remains, coiling and writhing as they were pulled into his body. The man's cold gaze sharpened and his brows furrowing as he understand the situation.

His hands clenched at his sides as a flicker of irritation crossed his face that usually cold without emotion. He could feel the presence of the Dragonborn that should have been leagues away for now. Yet they are here.

"How did they find us so quickly?" he muttered with low and grating voice.

The air around him grew colder as his absorption of the black mist quickened. His breath came out in even puffs of misty vapor, betraying his calm exterior. The task was urgent now and no room for delays.

Too Soon