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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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Fine. I’ll do it Myself      

"STOP!"

 

A booming voice cut through the tension as a squad of Elven Guards arrived, their silver armor gleaming under the sun.

 

"Fighting within city limits or its outskirts is strictly prohibited," the lead guard declared. "Since this is your first offense and it occurred just outside Eldrasil, you'll be let off with a warning. However, should this happen again, both groups will be fined 10,000 gold points and possibly barred from entering the competition."

 

Both sides immediately cooled down at the mention of such severe punishment. Ironfist's fury still simmered, but he bit his tongue as Nightshade, the leader of Veilborne, stepped forward with a smooth smile, raising his hands in a mock gesture of peace.

 

"We were just having a little fun," Nightshade said, voice dripping with false charm. "Right, guys?"