MY DRACONIC DEMON SYSTEM

Alen's life had always been painfully ordinary. Every day was the same routine: wake up, go to his uninspiring job, return home to his tiny apartment, and repeat. There was no grand purpose, no adventure, and certainly no glory. He had often wondered if he was destined for something more, but those thoughts faded under the crushing weight of reality. That was, until today.

Rain pelted the sidewalk as Alen hurried down the street, cursing under his breath. His umbrella had flipped inside out for the third time, and now, soaking wet and frustrated, all he wanted was to get home. He didn't see the car speeding down the slick road until it was too late.

The screech of tires. The blinding headlights. The sickening impact. 

Alen felt himself flying through the air, weightless, before everything went dark. 

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When Alen awoke, he was no longer in the middle of the rainy street. Instead, he found himself in a vast, endless expanse of nothingness. It was like a void, yet it wasn't entirely empty. A faint, almost ethereal glow illuminated the space around him. There was no ground beneath his feet, no sky above him—just an infinite, timeless place.

"What... what happened?" Alen muttered, rubbing his head. His heart pounded as memories of the accident rushed back. The car, the rain, the impact… Was he dead? 

"Welcome, Alen." 

The deep, ancient voice echoed all around him, pulling his attention to a towering figure that materialized before him. The being was colossal, dwarfing Alen in size. Its form was draconic, with shimmering golden scales, wings that seemed to stretch for miles, and eyes that glowed with an ancient, fiery light. The sheer power and presence of the entity made the air around them vibrate with energy.

Alen staggered back, wide-eyed. "W-who are you?" he stammered. He had never seen anything like this in his life. Fear and confusion twisted inside him.

"I am the Primordial Dragon God," the entity said, its voice thunderous yet calm, like a force of nature itself. "You are not dead, Alen—not yet. You stand at the threshold between life and death. And I have chosen you."

Alen's mind raced, struggling to make sense of what was happening. "Chosen me? For what? Why am I here? Where is this place?" His voice wavered between fear and curiosity.

The Dragon God lowered its head slightly, those burning eyes locking onto Alen's. "You were meant to die today, Alen. Your life on Earth has ended, but your soul—your destiny—holds a far greater purpose than you could ever imagine. I have brought you here, to this place beyond time and space, to offer you a new path."

Alen's heart pounded in his chest. This was unreal. Was this some kind of dream? Or had he truly crossed into the afterlife? "A new path? What does that mean?" he asked, feeling a mixture of hope and fear rising in him.

The Dragon God's presence seemed to pulse with power as it spoke. "The world I created, a world filled with magic, powerful beings, and races beyond your understanding, is on the verge of a great disaster. An ancient calamity stirs, and if left unchecked, it will consume everything. You, Alen, have been chosen to prevent this."

Alen's mind spun. "Me? But… why me? I'm nobody special. I'm just some guy who got hit by a car!" 

The Dragon God's eyes softened, as if it understood the storm of emotions inside him. "It is not what you were, but what you can become. You possess a unique soul, one that can withstand the weight of power and responsibility. You will not be reincarnated as an ordinary person in this new world. I will place you in a position of strength—reborn as the only child of the Queen of the Demon Continent and the Prince of the Dragon Continent. This will give you the power, status, and background necessary to shape the fate of that world."

Alen blinked, trying to comprehend what he had just heard. "Reborn? As a prince? In a fantasy world?" It sounded like something straight out of the novels and games he used to escape into when reality felt too bleak. But this… this was real. Or at least, it felt real. "And what am I supposed to do in this world?"

"You will be my successor," the Dragon God replied. "I will bestow upon you the power of the Draconic Demon System, a gift that will allow you to grow beyond the limits of any ordinary being. Through this system, you will unlock unimaginable abilities—both of your demon and dragon bloodlines. It will guide you, aid you, and give you the tools you need to face the challenges ahead. But be warned: the path will not be easy. The calamity is not the only threat. Others will seek to use you, to destroy you, or to claim the power you will come to possess."

Alen's breath hitched. The enormity of what he was being told weighed heavily on him. "I don't know if I can do this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never been a hero. I'm not strong, or brave, or… special." 

The Dragon God's expression remained calm, but there was a kindness in its gaze. "Strength comes not from who you were, but from who you choose to become. You will not face these challenges alone. The system I grant you will be your guide, and the power you are born into will be your foundation. Trust in your potential, Alen. You have been chosen for a reason."

Alen stood in silence for a moment, his mind still reeling from the sheer impossibility of it all. But beneath the confusion and fear, a spark of excitement flickered. This was his second chance—his chance to be something more than the ordinary, forgotten man he had been. 

A slow breath escaped him as he met the Dragon God's gaze. "Okay," he said, his voice stronger than before. "I'll do it. I'll become what you need me to be."

The Dragon God's mouth curved into something resembling a smile. "Then it is decided. When you awaken, you will be reborn as Alen, son of the Demon Queen and the Dragon Prince. The Draconic Demon System will be with you from the start. Use it wisely, and remember, the fate of the world may rest in your hands."

Before Alen could respond, the space around him began to warp and shift. The glowing light intensified, and the Dragon God's form started to fade. 

"Wait!" Alen called out, but his voice was swallowed by the light. In an instant, the world dissolved into a blinding white, and Alen felt his consciousness slipping away.

As the light consumed him, one final thought crossed his mind: *This is just the beginning.*

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