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

Kira slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry, and her head pounded as if someone had struck it with a hammer.

The room around her was filled with faint sounds of machines, the beeping of monitors echoing in the otherwise quiet space.

Her body felt heavy, as though weighed down by invisible chains, and when she tried to move, she realized she was hooked up to a cluster of medical equipment.

Her left eye felt strange—something sleek and metallic was covering it. She raised a trembling hand to touch it but stopped when a sharp pain shot through her head, forcing her to gasp.

She squeezed her other eye shut, gritting her teeth against the sudden sting of pain.

"Where… am I?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Her mind was a haze, memories swirling and slipping away before she could grasp them.

The Clock Is Ticking