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

Cain floated down, landing beside Yog. His old wrinkled skin started shrinking and clinging tight to his muscles. His eyes crackled with blue mana as his beard disappeared from his face. In seconds he turned from a ninety-year-old man to a young youth in his early twenties.

This was only a temporary change and won't last long, but for a while at least he could display his full power.

With short white hair, mystical blue eyes, eldritch magic, and his long white robe, the abominations knew him well, this was the White Mage of Furberg, the one bastard who nearly crushed them several thousand years ago.

"We're many…and there are just two of you." Nyar glared at Cain and growled in a deep gargling voice.

Yog giggled, a large evil smile spreading across her face, "Even if it was just me alone, are you sure you aren't looking a bit too confident?"

To Arad, This Is Forbidden Knowledge