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

Veyna abruptly stopped, her body halting in midair as if she had crashed into an invisible wall. Her scowl deepened as Laston's voice echoed through her mind, his tone sharp with irritation.

"What are you doing? Don't kill the Ogres and Daemons yet!"

Her jaw tightened. She hadn't been thinking about that. Or actually she just hadn't cared. Her focus had been entirely on the Dragonborn, the way he moved, the way he dodged every one of her attacks with such infuriating ease.

She exhaled sharply before responding. "Sorry, my lord. But I'm chasing the Dragonborn. Another one."

"Another one?" Laston's voice lost its irritation and shifted to something more… concerned.

Veyna crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she watched Eccar from a distance. He actually stopped in midair as well and looking at her, as if waiting.

Two Cannons