Zurbluris

"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. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)]

Cover made by me /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

The black vans sped along a deserted highway nearly covered in vines, tires screeching as they rounded tight corners.

Inside, the humans sat tensely, their breaths coming out in ragged gasps, their voices filled with panic.

The air was thick with the smell of sweat as they exchanged frantic whispers.

"This wasn't supposed to go this far!" one of them exclaimed, gripping the edge of his seat.

"We were only supposed to grab a few weaker ones for the experiments, not get caught in a full-scale dragon assault!"

Another man, seated near the back, wiped his brow with a trembling hand. "Yeah, where the hell did those dragons and mutated wyverns come from? They weren't in the intel!"

"I don't know, man!" a third voice yelled in frustration. "We scouted this area for weeks. There wasn't any sign of major activity—just scattered reports of low-tier dragonkin!"

Golden Wings Of Salvation