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I Only Tame Dragons

“Come not between the Dragon and his Wrath.” — William Shakespeare The year was 2140, and Earth was nothing but a distant memory. Humanity now drifted through the galaxies aboard colossal ARKs, massive skyships that served as the last bastions of civilization. Yet, these ARKs were more than just floating cities; they were humanity’s last containers, preserving what remained of their species. A century before Earth's final collapse, humanity discovered a gateway to a realm known as Eternia — a fantastical world straight out of myth and legend. Reaching this realm required more than just advanced technology; it demanded a complete departure from the physical body and entry into a mysterious process known as the Dream Weave. In the present day, Cloud lived aboard ARK NO. 427, where he had been training from a young age to step into the Dream Weave. He was a standout among his peers, excelling in every tasks that came his way. Everything seemed to be on track for him — until the pivotal day of the Class Selection process.

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Making Enemy Already?      

Horizon and the others turned toward the commotion, their eyes falling on a five-man party consisting of Tier 2-5 classes. From the gleam of their Tier-5 Iron to mid-tier silver equipment, it was clear they belonged to at least a 2nd-rate guild.

 

"That's Veilborne," murmured a player nearby, his tone filled with both awe and disdain.

 

"Looks like their Guild Leader and Vice Leader decided to show up this time."

 

"Yeah, after their poor performance in the last competition, they must be hoping to redeem themselves."

 

The leader of Veilborne, Nightshade, was a Tier-5 Shadow Dancer with a stat range between 300 and 500. As the head of a 2nd-tier guild, he carried himself with an air of superiority, as though even breathing the same air as the lower-ranked players was beneath him.