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

Erend and Eccar arrived back at the Elf Palace, stepping through the swirling light of the portal and into the courtyard where the aftermath of the battle was still being felt.

The scent of scorched air and blood lingered faintly in the breeze. Around them, Elves moved with urgency and quiet determination tending to the wounded and mending the daMage as best as they can.

Healers knelt in the open yards, their hands glowing with pale Magic as they soothed pain and sealed wounds. Others had climbed atop the once-pristine white walls, ministering to those who could not be moved.

The daMage to the walls was minor in scale, but not in meaning. The wall that once thought to be unbreakable as their ancient barriers had been cracked and broken through in places. Centuries of pride now marred with jagged wounds, and the sight weighed heavily on the Elves' hearts.

Father's Feelings