Le_Merwen

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’. 
They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.
And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.
[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]

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Title: Starting out as a slave to dragons.

Synopsis: When Isaac opens his eyes, it's not death that awaits him, but a new life... in a world identical to his own, with one exception: portals leading to monster-infested dungeons are appearing across the globe. If their boss isn't defeated in three days, the creatures escape and wreak havoc.
In this world, awakened hunters are the only line of defence against these horrors. Graded from F to SS according to their magical power, they rule in a society dominated by force. Isaac wakes up in the body of a young boy of rank F, an orphan with no future.
But his destiny changes when he discovers a unique gift: every night, his mind is projected into another world, a nightmare where dragons have enslaved humanity. In this hell, he is just another slave... but he soon realises that this cursed world holds the answers to the future of his own.
To survive and prevent history repeating itself, Isaac must move forward. His only hope? A mysterious system that allows him to absorb the strength of monsters. Armed with a katana, he embarks on a race against time to unlock the secrets of these two worlds and prevent the inevitable.

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My world-tree system

The moon, high and indifferent, barely lit the undergrowth with a pale, spectral glow. The elves of Vollua were no more than a breeze in the shadows, an elusive presence melted into the thickness of the forest. And yet, with every heartbeat, their blade came down, mowing down an enemy before disappearing as quickly as a mirage.

Foster watched the bustle of the enemy camp from a high branch, hidden by the canopy. The obscurus swarmed below, trampling the earth, snarling, tearing bits of flesh from one another. Beastly creatures, hungry, misdirected. But in numbers. Numbers that overwhelmed all logic.

The smell of blood and charred flesh rose in the night air. Below, a tent collapsed in a raging inferno, consumed by the flames his men had unleashed before evaporating into the darkness. This was their strategy: harassment, sabotage, terror.

The forest was their terrain. And they had become its vengeful shadows.

Chapter 38 : Art of war