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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

Erend stepped out of the portal, his boots landing with a heavy thud on the polished stone floor of Saeldir's chamber. The air was cooler here, a stark contrast to the burning battlefield he had just left.

His body still radiated residual heat, the embers of his power simmering beneath his skin. But right now he already undone his scales.

The room was quiet except for the faint clink of porcelain. Eccar sat in one of the chairs near the window, casually sipping his tea, his golden eyes flicking toward Erend without alarm.

"Hey, you're back. What happened there?" Eccar asked.

Erend exhaled sharply, rubbing his face with a hand. "I'm really annoyed 'cause I couldn't finish that bastard there." He rolled his shoulders that still tense from the battle. "What happened to Saeldir and the rest who were already here?"

"Oh, Aurdis and the healer are tending to them," Eccar said, taking another slow sip. "Seems like it was quite troublesome over there."

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