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Return Of The Ancient Celestial

"I want to be a God to rule across the Nations! Heroes are overrated!" In the world of Tarynla, where the defeat of Dragons by Humans has brought temporary peace to the Seven Nations. A man named Damon finds himself in a mysterious predicament after his death. His soul is unexpectedly summoned and thrust into danger and intrigue. Unbeknownst to him, Damon's purpose holds the key to the fate of Tarynla. Upon his arrival, Damon discovers that he is surrounded by a secretive cult known as the Obsidian Order. Driven by a fanatical desire for immortality, the cult seeks to harness the power of Dragon's Blood, a rare and potent substance found only within the veins of Dragons. Believing Damon to be the key to their ambitions, they try to manipulate and control him. However, Damon harbors his own aspirations. He yearns to forge his own path and become more powerful than anyone else, a God. Blessed by the Goddess of Love, he possesses a unique ability: the power to temporarily transform Dragons into human form. Fueled by this newfound gift, Damon embarks on a perilous journey toward the Dragons' lair, driven by a burning desire to fulfil his destiny. With a desire to manipulate the world to his own vision, Damon resolves to form an Idol Group, a team of Humanoid Dragons with extraordinary talents, aiming to gain control. Through their public persona, they would become revered and adored while secretly undertaking covert missions to protect their identities and further their own hidden agenda. With the awakening of Dragon Idol System, watch how Damon creates the first Idol Group in every Nation he steps foot in. ------ Discord: https://discord.gg/XqbVZffGbv

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The Dream of Wind

Damon made his way back to the tavern, opting for the rear entrance to access his room. With the establishment now closed, the interior was devoid of any other occupants. 

"It's finally over," Damon sighed as he sat on the hard bed. He looked at his hand, which was still trembling after awakening the Holy Flute Ar Avel to its full capacity. 

"I wonder… why me?" Damon pondered aloud, a question that echoed in the empty room. The realization that he, of all people, held the key to activating the instrument used by the God of Wind left him bewildered. 

"Could it be because I'm not from around here?" Damon mused, his fingers absently rubbing his chin. However, no matter how much he contemplated, he found no satisfying answer. "Ah, whatever. I'll just sleep." 

Collapsing onto the bed, Damon directed his gaze upward, fixating on the ceiling. His thoughts drifted to the events unfolding on the other side.