I Received System to Become Dragonborn

King Gulben turned his gaze in all directions, observing the dimension around him. This place was as strange and unsettling as always, a realm he still knew little about. Everything he understood came from the records of the Elf Palace kings before him.

He had only a vague understanding of it all. But no amount of written knowledge could give him real experience.

This was another dimension, one where hidden power lay dormant. From what he had learned, obtaining that power required undergoing trials. And all of those trials involved one thing—killing monsters.

King Gulben had only conquered a small portion of this place. He had no idea how vast this dimension truly was. Even though the sector he had secured felt expansive, he knew he had barely even scratched the surface.

"I can't waste any more time," he murmured to himself. His army was being slaughtered outside. He had to explore this dimension and obtain enough power.

So he started walking.

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King Gulben kept walking, his steps steady but his senses on high alert.

The entire dimension was bathed in a crimson hue, making everything feel distorted and feels almost unreal.

The air was thick with an oppressive presence and a deep instinct told him that this place was never meant for beings like him.

It was created for something else, something far beyond his understanding. That was why he felt so strange here, as if he were an intruder in a world that rejected his existence.

But he could endure it. He had to. Just like his ancestors.

His grip tightened on his sword as an eerie sensation crawled up his spine. Something was watching him.

He unsheathed his blade in a smooth motion, his eyes scanning the landscape. Then he saw them. Dark, wolf-like creatures standing atop a distant hill, their glowing eyes locked onto him.

Their bodies were twisted and unnatural, as if shaped by the very essence of this dimension.

They saw him as prey.

King Gulben gritted his teeth. He needed power, and hesitation had no place in his mind.

Without a second thought, he rushed forward, his blade gleaming under the crimson sky.

He moved like a storm, his sword carving through the enemies with relentless precision. His strikes were quick and decisive, each one cutting down the monstrous wolves before they could even lunge at him.

They were fast, their movements unnatural and erratic, but he was faster.

His blade stabbing and slicing their throats, their limbs, their hearts and wherever he struck, they fell immediately.

The crimson landscape blurred around him as he fought, but his mind was clear, focused only on one thing: his people.

His kingdom. He saw flashes of the battle outside. His soldiers overwhelmed, his Mages collapsing under the weight of Laston's abominations.

The twisted constructs tearing through his forces, slaughtering them without mercy.

He gritted his teeth, his body moving on pure instinct, fueled by a fire that burned deep within him. He couldn't let that continue. He wouldn't let Laston keep enjoying this.

If he had to fight through this cursed dimension with nothing but his own two hands, then so be it. He would claim the power hidden here, no matter the cost.

Another beast lunged at him. He sidestepped, driving his blade into its ribcage.

It howled, blood spraying across the crimson grass. More of them came, but King Gulben did not slow.

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The grand doors of the throne room swung open with force, and Aerchon strode inside. his sharp gaze scanning the chamber.

His father was not on the throne. The tension in the air was thick, and the expressions of the advisors and generals present only deepened his unease.

"Where is my father?" he demanded, his voice firm but edged with concern.

One of the advisors stepped forward, hesitating before answering. "His Majesty used the... Secret tome. He just stepped through a portal moments ago. He ordered us to buy time until his return."

Aerchon's brow furrowed. He had never heard of this tome, nor had his father ever spoken of such a portal. Despite being the king's son, he had been left in the dark.

But now was not the time to question. If his father had done this, then it was for the good of the kingdom.

He turned to face the advisors and generals, his expression resolute. "Then we will buy him time."

Outside, the sounds of battle grew louder.

Aerchon gritted his teeth. The weight of his duty settling in his chest. He need to lead until his father return.

Aerchon then walked toward the balcony with determined steps, his robe billowing behind him.

He could hear the sounds of battle raging beyond the palace barriers, the cries of his warriors, the clash of steel, and the unrelenting barrage of the enemy's weapons against the Magic barrier.

Standing atop the balcony, he raised his voice, his command cutting through the chaos.

"All forces, hold the line! Fight with everything you have! We cannot afford to fall now!"

The warriors below let out a battle cry, rallying at his words. He turned sharply, his gaze falling on the Mage maintaining communication. The young Elf was sweating, his hands trembling.

"Send a message to the barrier orb room," Aerchon ordered, his voice firm. "Tell them they must endure. The barrier must hold. No matter what."

The Mage nodded quickly, channeling his energy into the orb. Aerchon wasted no time and turned his attention back to the battlefield.

His heart clenched as he saw it—the once-brilliant Magic barrier was dimming, growing weaker under the relentless assault.

Dark cracks spread across its surface as the enemy's devastating projectiles slammed into it.

Then his eyes narrowed at the source. The massive, mechanical monstrosities standing among the corpses of his people - the Hexa Cannoneers. Their cannons firing glowing particles that ripped through Magic like it was nothing.

Aerchon's grip tightened on the railing. If those abominations were not destroyed soon, the barrier would collapse entirely.

He turned back toward the gathered warriors. "Focus on the shooting beasts!" he commanded. "They are tearing through our defenses! Bring them down now!"

The warriors on the ground roared in acknowledgment, rallying toward their new target. Mages and archers shifted their focus, their attacks raining down on the monstrous constructs, but Aerchon knew it would not be enough.

He would lead the charge himself of he could. But his wound still weakening him.

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Erend and Eccar watched from their window as the soldiers on the ground charged forward, launching an assault against the new type of Hexa Cannoneers. They could hear the warriors' battle cries, feel the shimmering aura of their magic as they unleashed their attacks.

But they could also see the terrifying power of Laston's new weapons.

The newly deployed constructs emerged suddenly, their cannons firing glowing particles that unraveled the Elves' magic on contact.

It wasn't entirely unexpected—Laston had once been part of the Elf Palace. Of course, he would have devised a way to dismantle their magic. But witnessing it firsthand was still shocking.

The battlefield below was littered with the gruesome remains of fallen Elves, their bodies torn apart by the devastating weaponry.

"Does the King still refuse to let us act?" Eccar asked, his frustration evident.

Erend didn't answer. Instead, he turned toward the door.

He couldn't just stand by and do nothing after witnessing such a massacre with his own eyes.

He needed to speak to King Gulben. He had to tell him that they would fight, whether he allowed it or not.

But before he could take another step, Aurdis's voice echoed in his mind.

"Erend! Eccar! Please, come to the orb chamber. We need your help!"

Erend turned sharply, meeting Eccar's gaze. Judging by his expression, he had heard the same message.

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Eccar gave a firm nod, and without another word, they ran toward the orb room together.

Erend and Eccar rushed into the orb room. As soon as they entered their eyes widened at the grim sight before them.

Most of the Mages stationed in the room had collapsed, their bodies sprawled across the floor. Blood trickled from their noses and mouths, staining their robes and pooling beneath them.

The few who remained standing trembled, their faces twisted in agony as they struggled to maintain their Magic.

Aurdis and Saeldir were still standing upright, but even they were beginning to falter. Their once radiant auras flickered and their complexions had turned pale.

Aurdis clutched a staff tightly. Erend didn't know where she get this because she never used one before. Her breathing uneven, while Saeldir had one knee bent slightly, as if barely holding himself up.

The air in the room was thick with Magical energy. But it looks unstable and volatile. The large communication orb at the center pulsed weakly, its light dimming. It was clear that something was draining the Mages, pushing them to their limits.

"Aurdis!" Erend called, striding forward.

She turned to him, her expression tense but relieved to see him.

"We're losing control," she said, her voice strained. "If we don't reinforce the barrier now, it's going to collapse completely!"

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