Arthur's eyes was heavy when he slowly opened them. To his shock, he found himself floating in space. He saw stars, planets, and the solar system drifting past him, and he wondered how he had ended up here. Was this all a dream? He glanced around himself but was surprised that he couldn't feel his legs nor could he feel his body. Arthur wondered if this was all just a figment of his imagination. "I'm I dead?" He asked himself. " Could that explain why I'm an orb of light floating aimlessly in space?"He became anxious as the thought of death crept into his mind. "Damn it. Of course I'm dead. I was killed by that dark elf."Arthur couldn't tell what had happened but he remembered the Draven moving in on him like a ghost. His heart was petrified into stone and his arms and limps went numb as if he was struck by a magic that made him immoveable. Draven must've taken advantage and used the chance to decapitated his head. Arthur felt bad. He was defeated too soon. Draven had used
Arthur was quiet. He didn't say anything. "Let me get this straight," he finally spoke. "I'll be given a second chance at life but this time, I'll be a villain."Celestia cleared her throat. "Um...more or less. However you must level up to become the most powerful villain in this new world."Arthur never thought he would have to become a villain inorder to become a hero. Much to Celestia surprise, he said. "I guess I have no choice. Let's get this over with.""In a while," she said. "Before that, what type of villain would you like to be in your next world?"Without thinking about it, Max answered, "A god."Celestia laughed as if mocking him, "That's impossible, you fool. You can't be a god in two worlds."Offended by her words, Arthur asked, "Are you mocking me?""You can be anything, a dragon, a demon Lord, a giant, an elf, a wizard, a vampire or a werewolf," she offered, laying out the options before him. "At your level, you can never be amongst the gods."Arthur considered his o
The Draconia's Dominion was a powerful and prosperous kingdom ruled by dragons for centuries. The dragons were known for their immense strength, intelligence, and magical abilities. They had a vast empire that spanned across many lands and seas.However, the kingdom's downfall began when a legendary hero rose to challenge the dragon king's rule. This hero fought a fierce battle with the dragon king, ultimately defeating him and imprisoning all the dragons within the kingdom.After the hero's victory, the spoils of the Draconia's Dominion were claimed by the hero, who established his own kingdom on the conquered land. For the next two centuries, the hero's kingdom thrived, with its people enjoying the riches and resources of the former dragon kingdom.During this time, the dragons remained imprisoned, unable to escape and regain their former glory. However, rumours and legends began to spread of a prophecy that foretold the dragons' eventual release and return to power.To ensure
King Arcturus sat on his throne, his ten-year-old son by his side, as they listened to the reports of the kingdom's well-being from his council. It was a peaceful day, and the king enjoyed the company of his young son. "My dear boy, one day you will rule this kingdom," he said, placing a gentle hand on his son's shoulder."I will make you proud, father," the young prince said, looking up at his father with admiration.Suddenly, the sound of the alarm horn echoed through the halls, causing the king and his son to jump to their feet. The horn had not been blown in over 200 years, and the fear that gripped the king's heart was intense. "Sound the battle horn," he ordered, his voice barely above a whisper.The guards burst into the throne room, swords, spears, and arrows at the ready, as they surrounded the king. "Protect the king!" the commander cried."What's happening?" the king asked, his voice trembling as he tried to maintain his composure."Your Majesty, the kingdom is under att
King Arcturus's son's eyes trembled with shock and sorrow as he stared at his father's lifeless body lying on the ground. Overwhelmed with grief, he fell on his father's cold corpse, crying out in anguish and screaming in agony.Through his tears, the prince managed to utter broken words amidst his sobbing. "Father... Why... Why did this happen? Why did you have to leave me?"Arthur, witnessing the devastation and despair in the young prince's eyes, felt a heavy weight of guilt crash down on him. The realization of what he had done, of the life he had taken, consumed him. This wasn't what he wanted not like this. Suddenly his system screen appeared before him, displaying Paragon's message:[Notice: First Task. Eliminate King Arcturus.Arthur let out a heavy sigh, his heart heavy with remorse. "Sorry, kid," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I wish I hadn't... but it was part of the task."The prince, looked up at Arthur. Arthur gasped, feeling a chill run up his spine.
As Arthur stepped through the portal, he was engulfed by an unsettling stillness that permeated the Dragonrealm. It was as if he had entered a realm frozen in time. The air hung heavy with an oppressive silence, devoid of any sound or movement. It was as if the very essence of life had been drained from this forsaken land.Before him stretched a vast expanse of barren wasteland, littered with jagged rocks and scorched earth. There was no sign of vegetation or any form of life, only an inhospitable terrain.The ground beneath Arthur's feet was unforgiving, each step spews of desolation. In the distance, towering structures emerged from the lifeless landscape. These were the prisons of Draconis's Cage, the formidable structures designed to hold each individual dragon captive. Constructed with ancient runes, enchanted materials, and potent spells, these prisons stood as imposing sentinels.The ethereal haze that hung in the air added to the surreal nature of the Dragonrealm. As A
"Hello handsome," Arthur's face heated with embarrassment. The two women standing before him were stark naked having transformed to their human form. These were the two daughters of the dragon king, Drakthar. Arielle and Leone. The last thing Arthur expected was to have two sexy women as his henchmen. For dragons, they were very beautiful and well endowed. Arthur couldn't take his eyes off their breasts which were exposed. Leone walked over to Arthur and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, "Oh, it's so good to be free. Thank you, Arthur. You're such a sweetheart.""I can barely breathe," Arthur thought, struggling to catch his breath from being buried in Leone's huge breasts. Arielle came to his rescue, "Now, now, then. Control yourself Leone. You'll suffocate him."Arthur took his time to fill air back to his lungs. That was something but he didn't hate it. Arielle looked Arthur over, holding a cute smile on her face. "Arthur, are you alright?"Her voice was so
Word spread like wildfire through the land of Netherrealm, carrying the harrowing tale of the burnt village. Whispers and gasps echoed across the towns and cities as the news reached the ears of its inhabitants. People huddled together, exchanging worried glances, questioning who could be behind such a heinous act. Some of the villagers who had survived the attack recounted what happened. Fear took hold of the hearts of Netherrealm's denizens when they learnt dragons were on the lose. Reports of similar attacks began to surface, each more brutal and destructive than the last. Panic gripped the entire continent as the realization dawned upon them—the dragons might be returning.Legends of the dragons, their dominance over the land, and the era when they were sealed away resurfaced in the minds of the people. They feared the resurgence of the ancient beasts. Times like this, what they needed was a hero. But Valinor was yet to be reincarnate. He only has four years left. In the