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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. Discord server: https://discord.gg/zbQwWCSCrn [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\

Zurbluris · ファンタジー
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Devourers Of Steel And Bone

Alister made his way through the ruined city, the red glow of the sky reflecting off the shattered buildings around him.

The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the distant booms of battle echoed through the hollow streets as his wyverns continued their attacks on the remaining monsters. A system notification flashed in his vision:

[Prestige Points: 4567]

He furrowed his brow, calculating. 'The most we can get per kill is between 4 and 8 due to the fact that most of our opponents are low-grade monsters, despite having high stats…'

'I have a feeling its somehow related to this red moon... but we've made some progress.'

He cracked his knuckles, feeling his mana rush through his veins, ready to strike again.

'I should be able to hit seven thousand points before daybreak back at the megacity.'

'But I must admit this turned out to be really fast; by my calculations, we should be done in an hour and a half.'