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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

Aerchon's face hardened as he took in the sight before him. Eryndor now have become a monstrous fusion of metal and Magic. He stood tall, his new form radiating an overwhelming presence of strangeness.

Even after suffering such devastating damage he had not only risen again but had evolved into something even more dangerous.

Aerchon gritted his teeth, his grip tightening around his sword. He turned his gaze toward Saeldir. Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. There was no need for words. They both knew what had to be done.

Without hesitation, Aerchon launched himself forward, his body moving in a blur. His reforged sword gleamed with Magic and cutting through the air as he closed the distance between himself and Laston. He wasn't going to give the traitor any more time to gloat.

But the moment he moved, Eryndor reacted.

Keep Attacking