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The dragon's harem

What makes dragons strong? It's not their power or magic, but their mind. Arrogance, greed, Iron Will, and the lack of human restraints. What would happen if you threw such a creature into human society? Would they understand humans? What does love even mean to them? This is the situation that our MC, Arad Orion found himself in. A newborn dragon bringing "Might make Right" to the humanoids, but why? Due to an abnormal condition, the mighty void dragons are on the brink of extinction. Their bodies have suddenly started rejecting their kind. Due to that, Arad's mother dropped his egg into a forest where he could hatch safely, leaving him with a fragment of her consciousness and informing him of the condition of their race. From that point, his goal became clear. To save their race by either finding a cure for their condition or going the second route of making more void dragons. But, sadly, nothing is ever that easy. Finding a cure is almost impossible. Arad is still practically a newborn and cannot tap into the terrifying might of his race, and his rarity makes him a prime target for mages and scholars seeking to study the dying race. Dragons are arrogant, proud, and vicious. Yet those feeling extends to those whom they love. You who touched a dragon's love, Retribution is an insult, and life is a crime. Beware as merely existing draws the dragon's wrath. Follow Arad on his journey as he grows from a naive wyrmling to a grown dragon with enough wisdom and power to stand with the strongest of the world. *** If you liked the story, please support it with power stones and comments! The story now has a Discord server. Please visit it to see character art by me and the community. https://discord.gg/CPJXDj6Adg *** You can contact me at Discord at any time Alen_Tanor#1599 And last. Please don't forget to leave a review, it really helps!

Alen_Tanor · Fantasia
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Burning Blade

Using his vampiric magic, Alcott controlled his blood and extended it out of the tip of his sword, expanding its reach. His muscles contracted, supported by his lycanthropic skeletal structure and guided by his years of experience.

"Blood Massacre."

[Action surge] and [Adrenalin rush]. Those are the two basic skills a fighter gets and the ones Alcott honed the most. Activating them in sync allowed him to quadruple his attack speed, and coupled with his recovery, he could go even faster.

With all the powers in his body, Alcott achieved an unhuman two hundred and fifty-six attacks a second, quadrupling that got him to one thousand and twenty-four attacks.

Yet, that wasn't all he had. Forcing the skills to remain active by risking damage to his body, he could extend their duration to just over six minutes. Adding the blood to the mix, extending his range to around twenty meters, he turned into a ball of carnage.