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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. [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\ [WSA 2024]

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A Leap of Faith

Xaiver's eyes narrowed as he raised his sword, green mana swirling fiercely around him, and with a swift motion, brought it down toward Alexei's neck.

As the blade descended, time seemed to slow for Alexei. He could feel the sharp edge nearing him, the end approaching. In those final moments, a thought surfaced, one that weighed heavier than all his wounds, heavier than any defeat.

'I'm sorry, my Liege...'

'In the end, I couldn't fulfill my promise...'

A flash of sorrow appeared in his flame-blue eyes, but he remained calm, accepting his fate. Xaiver's sword struck, cleaving through with ease, following trough Xaiver then plunged his sword through Alexei's chest, shattering his core.

As Alexei's skull fell and rolled some inches away, a heavy silence followed, his flame-blue eyes dimming as his last thought faded into the void.

Xaiver exhaled, his grip loosening on his own sword as he looked down at Alexei's remains. "Well, that's that..."