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"Level up? Dragons?" 

Eighteen. The age of Awakening. An important moment where every human in the desolate maga-cities unlocks their Talent, a unique ability to carve a path in this monster-plagued apocalyptic world. Alister Hazenworth, a graduating student, and a rising star at the prestigious Aegis Academy, was destined for greatness. His exceptional athleticism and magical aptitude promise a powerful Talent – a guarantee for a secure life and social status.

But fate had different plans. During Alister's Awakening ceremony, it's revealed that he's a Summoner. Instead of admiration, he faces mockery. His once bright future turns bleak as his "friends" desert him for Talents they see as more "useful."

left alone, Alister awakens a system.

[Host found, system binding...]

[System binded successfully.]

[Congrats, you have gain the status of 'player'.]

[Ding!! Congrats to the player for awakening The Dragonforge - an overlord system.]

[Ding!! it has been detected that the player possesses a latent draconic aspect, and as such will only be able to summon dragons!!]

[Will the player like to proceed with their first summoning?]

Cast aside and underestimated, Alister becomes a force to be reckoned with. He embarks on a journey, building his own dragon army – a crew of majestic wyverns, fearsome drakes, and ancient wyrms. He raids the wastelands, reclaims lost resources, and dismantles the prejudice against summoners. Every day, his power grows, his bond with his dragons deepens, and his legend spreads like wildfire.

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[A/N: This is a slow paced novel, don't expect the protagonist to suddenly start out overpowered and start dominating left and right, he will become an overlord of dragons, yes, but it will take time. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)]

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Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

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Meanwhile, in a ruined city in the distance, overtaken by nature, crumbling buildings were covered in thick vines, and roots burst through the cracked concrete streets, twisting and curling around the remains of what was once a metropolis.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and the distant roars of monsters echoed through the ruins.

Amongst the ruins, the Berserkers moved like a force of nature, their clashes causing massive booms in the distance.

They were carrying out their raid, cutting through hordes of evil dryads with unimaginable speed, as if they had done this thousands of times before.

These dryads, twisted by dark magic, lashed out with thorn-covered vines and root attacks, their eyes glowing with a bright green light.

The Berserkers