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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 air inside Saeldir's chamber was heavy with silence, broken only by the occasional clink of Eccar's teacup against its saucer.

Aurdis remained seated in a chair with her piercing gaze fixed on the glowing orb before her. She was waiting but also hoping, for anything to change for the better.

The swirling light within it pulsed faintly as always, offering no new insight, or any more clue to Laston's next move except for his Magic that was detected in various places.

Meanwhile, Erend sat by the window, his chin resting against his knuckles as he stared outside.

The view was peaceful — too peaceful and too quiet. Not something that should happen when a war is looming not far away.

The sprawling city of the Elf Palace stretched below, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns and moonlight. But it felt wrong. His instincts screamed at him that something should be happening right now, yet nothing happen.

Above The Clouds