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

BAM! BAM! Mira swung her hammer down, nailing two wooden beams together at the house's foundation. "I need more nails!" She stood, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she stared at a shed in the distance.

The dwarven blacksmith Arad brought stared out of the shed, "I have a bucket ready. Send someone to pick it up."

"You heard her, kids!" Mira stared at the children playing around, "Bring that here,"

As the children rushed toward the shed, Mira looked back at the tens of houses getting built. Every capable man and woman were banding together to build houses as fast as possible.

CRACK! CRACK! Meryem walked out of the forest carrying a massive tree on her shoulder and a wood axe in the other, "Mira, where should I put this?" She asked.

"That one is a bit big. Put it behind my shop. Ask the mage we hired to dry it out before the other carpenters start chopping it up." Mira replied, pointing aside.

The Burial Catacomb