Alen_Tanor

What makes dragons strong? It's not their power or magic, but their mind. Arrogance, greed, Iron Will, and the lack of human restraints. What would happen if you threw such a creature into human society? Would they understand humans? What does love even mean to them?
This is the situation that our MC, Arad Orion found himself in. A newborn dragon bringing "Might make Right" to the humanoids, but why?
Due to an abnormal condition, the mighty void dragons are on the brink of extinction. Their bodies have suddenly started rejecting their kind.
Due to that, Arad's mother dropped his egg into a forest where he could hatch safely, leaving him with a fragment of her consciousness and informing him of the condition of their race.
From that point, his goal became clear. To save their race by either finding a cure for their condition or going the second route of making more void dragons.
But, sadly, nothing is ever that easy. Finding a cure is almost impossible. Arad is still practically a newborn and cannot tap into the terrifying might of his race, and his rarity makes him a prime target for mages and scholars seeking to study the dying race.
Dragons are arrogant, proud, and vicious. Yet those feeling extends to those whom they love. You who touched a dragon's love, Retribution is an insult, and life is a crime. Beware as merely existing draws the dragon's wrath.
Follow Arad on his journey as he grows from a naive wyrmling to a grown dragon with enough wisdom and power to stand with the strongest of the world.
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The dragon's harem

Several hours later, the queen called an audience with Arad present. As a way of thanking him for saving the elves.


Arad walked toward the throne hall, checking the new clothes the maids gave him. The tight black suit and frilled white necktie strangled him. Each chance he got, he pulled on them like an annoyed kid.


"Calm down, it's not like you really can't breathe," Aella stared at him, almost ripping the necktie.


"It's not harmful, just annoying." Arad replied, sighing, "It's hard to move. Those clothes are tight,"


Aella giggled, "I mean, no one expected someone of your size to need it," He started at his wide arms and chest almost ripping the clothes. She could bet that he would tear them if he flexed a bit.


"We shouldn't stand before her for long, as long as the nobles keep their mouths shut." Isdis sighed, "We already talked with the queen once."


Lydia stood beside Aella, her fists on her hips, "Just ignore them. It would be faster that way,"


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