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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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The Spar With A Guildmaster

The alleyway buzzed with tension as noon approached, the faint hum of activity from the bustling Sector III streets muffled by the surrounding walls. Anya leaned casually against the graffiti-covered brick, her crimson eyes scanning the shadows.

Her patience was rewarded when a smooth, mocking voice slid out from the dim corner of the alley.

"Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected a Guild Master to set up a meeting in a place like this," the voice teased. "One might think you were dabbling in illegal business."

From the edge of the shadows, Spade stepped forward, his trademark black spade mask on his face, a dark coat billowing slightly as he moved. Beside him stood a masked woman, her crimson eyes gleaming through the sleek, black mask that concealed most of her face.

Anya's grin sharpened as she pushed off the wall, her hands resting on her hips.