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Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

"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. [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\ [WSA 2024]

Zurbluris · Fantasy
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289 Chs

The Regressor: Quinton The Legendary Gear Mage

Inner Rings of Megacity III... Sector II

The dim, neon lights of the bar reflected off the sleek metallic walls, casting a blue and purple hue over the people seated around the circular table.

The sounds of hovering service drones buzzed in the background as they delivered drinks to tables scattered across the lounge. The city outside came to life, the glow of hover cars and towering skyscrapers blending into a blur of colors through the expansive windows.

At one particular table, three middle-aged men sat laughing; each of them wore nice suits, but one could tell they weren't from these parts by how they acted.

Their drinks fizzed in their glass-like containers. Elric, a brown-haired, green-eyed man, leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his roughed-up hair as he smirked at the ongoing chat.

"I'm telling you," Elric said, swirling his drink with a flick of his wrist.