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Cursed As A Dragon God

Traversed are humans that were crossed over from the real world to a different world, that of magical properties. Traversed possess unnatural magical capabilities, even to those that are native to the world they ended up in. Some are either gifted with great magical and physical prowess while others are said to be cursed with strong abilities with immense drawbacks. Those native to Inferis believe that the Traversed were purposely pulled in from their worlds to this one, for one specific purpose; to act as fuel for a dangerous ritual that would bring about the end of the world. Once every few decades, a Traversed happens to be cursed with a Calamity; a magical attribute that imbues them with immense power capable of deciding the fate of Inferis. Lucian happened to be one of the unfortunate souls that were pulled in as a Traverse and was the unluckiest one to be granted the Calamity of the Dragon. The Dragon Calamity forced him to become one of the most powerful beings in Inferis, but he doesn't know how to control it or channel its true power, and many factions in that world are aware of it. Cursed with such power, Lucian must fight his way to get back to the Soul Gateway, the one-way ticket back to his world. [Cover is AI Art of One of The Characters that will appear after Chapter 20(Spoilerish) ]

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Traveling Companions

"Now that Lady Lunaris is gone, we're on our own." Michael said as he stood under a tree, "And for some reason, I'm responsible for you three. Apha, I have no clue how you're even involved in this." 

Apha frowned as she crossed her arms, "Lady Lunaris said that I'm the reason Lucian is playing along." She said as she looked at the Cursed One, "So long as I'm in the group, he'll stay." 

Brodin raised an eyebrow, "Interesting." He said as he looked at Lucian, "What a peculiar condition." 

"Hey, you're playing along because of your wife, right?" Lucian said, "I ain't questioning that, so don't question my reasoning." 

Michael blew some smoke, "A mongrel like yourself can only have vile motives." He said with a serious look, "What's your intention with Apha?" 

Lucian looked at Michael, "Don't blow smoke to my face, jackass." He scowled, "And what do you care?"