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Cursed As A Dragon God

Traversed are humans that were crossed over from the real world to a different world, that of magical properties. Traversed possess unnatural magical capabilities, even to those that are native to the world they ended up in. Some are either gifted with great magical and physical prowess while others are said to be cursed with strong abilities with immense drawbacks. Those native to Inferis believe that the Traversed were purposely pulled in from their worlds to this one, for one specific purpose; to act as fuel for a dangerous ritual that would bring about the end of the world. Once every few decades, a Traversed happens to be cursed with a Calamity; a magical attribute that imbues them with immense power capable of deciding the fate of Inferis. Lucian happened to be one of the unfortunate souls that were pulled in as a Traverse and was the unluckiest one to be granted the Calamity of the Dragon. The Dragon Calamity forced him to become one of the most powerful beings in Inferis, but he doesn't know how to control it or channel its true power, and many factions in that world are aware of it. Cursed with such power, Lucian must fight his way to get back to the Soul Gateway, the one-way ticket back to his world. [Cover is AI Art of One of The Characters that will appear after Chapter 20(Spoilerish) ]

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The Golem Sorcerer

Lucian scowled at Golem who was standing there, a couple of meters away from them, "So you're working with the demons, I assume." He said with an annoyed tone, "I'm starting to get sick and tired of you assholes." 

Michael stepped forth, "Alright, Lucian." He said seriously, "Let's not get too ahead of ourselves." 

"What the hell are you saying?" Lucian said, "I'm tired of being pushed around, I'm going to start bashing some fucking heads in right about now."

"No, I agree." Michael said, "Let's take a calm approach." 

Golem raised his arm and brown clay began to seep from his skin, "Calm won't help you against me." He said, "If you can't handle a lone sorcerer like myself, then you won't be able to stand a chance against the Calamities, much less the Demons. Euryale was a fluke. You're out of your league." 

"Okay." Michael said as he pointed his hand at him, "I'll be the judge of that."