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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 battlefield had descended into sheer chaos. The Ogres and Daemons's minds had been overtaken by an unnatural frenzy and now they fought with reckless abandon.

They no longer cared for strategy, self-preservation, or even coordination with one another. Their eyes gleamed with a savage mindless rage as they swung their massive weapons wildly, crushing everything in their path.

An Ogre, its exo suit armor gleaming with faintly glowing runes, slammed its massive club into the ground, shattering stone and sending Elven soldiers sprawling.

A Daemon, covered in his jagged exo-armor, tore through an unfortunate Elf, its claws slicing through flesh and bone with terrifying ease.

The enemy forces showed no signs of pain or hesitation. If one fell, another took its place instantly, hurling itself into battle without a second thought with a loud mad scream.

A Crack In The Orb