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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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Fading Into Darkness

Alister stared at Kaelan, his golden eyes reflecting the faint glow of his astral body. He folded his arms across his chest.

"How do you expect me to do that?"

Kaelan, still on one knee, looked up at Alister with a glimmer of hope in his purple eyes. "I'm sure you can do something, young lord. If your soul is able to transcend space and time, then…"

Alister cut him off, shaking his head. "I can't bring back the dead, Kaelan. Neither can I go back there to avenge your people. And believe me whan I say I tried to help you fight back, but couldn't."

His voice seemed heavy, but it didn't seem to reach Kaelan.

Kaelan clenched his fists, his body trembling with emotion.

"Please, young lord."

"I'll gladly give anything—my lord's… My lord's pride is at stake here…" Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over.

Alister felt a wave of emotions wash over him, realizing they were still connected on some level.