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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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151 Chs

A Damsel but not in Distress    

 

Ironfist couldn't believe it. He had been bested—by a nobody, no less—and what made it worse, the guy hadn't even broken a sweat. Horizon hadn't drawn his sword, hadn't activated a single skill. He simply dodged, weaving through Ironfist's relentless, wild attacks without breaking a sweat.

 

And yet, somehow, Ironfist had lost.

 

How could that be?

 

A fighter like him, a Tier-4 Warrior Monk with monstrous stats, should've torn through someone like Horizon.

 

But no matter how hard he swung, no matter how powerful his strikes were, he couldn't land a single hit. Horizon didn't even bother to counterattack—he didn't need to. Every dodge, every sidestep, made Ironfist look like a lumbering fool.

 

To be outmatched by someone who didn't even have to try? It was infuriating.