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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]

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A Heart In Turmoil

Meanwhile...

In the Berserker Guild's towering branch office, the sparring area had become a battlefield of twisted steel and shattered dummies. Anya, the Guildmaster, stood in the center of the chaos, her fists flying with bursts of strength and speed.

She wore a tight black crop top and gym-like pants, both clinging to her frame, showing off the sharp definition of her muscles as she attacked each target.

Sweat gleamed on her skin as her purple hair whipped around her shoulders, her glowing red eyes narrowing with each punch.

"Spade!" she yelled, slamming her bare fist into a dummy with such force that the metallic frame shattered. "I'll make you pay for this!"

Each blow sent a training dummy flying, sparking from the damage, the sensors struggling to register the force of her hits before going instantly offline. System warnings blared through the sparring room.

[System Alert: Damage threshold exceeded. Repair required.]