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Ascending as a Draconic Overlord

The world runs on a lie. Kingdoms soar on magitech skyships, cities glow with runic light, and an age of wonders is built on a single, brutal truth: every spark of power is stolen from the hearts of chained dragons. Kael Osborn, a lowborn apprentice with strange, unclassifiable mana veins, should have died in the gutter. Instead, he does the impossible, he hears a dragon’s voice in the dark. Not its pain, but its will. And unlike the elite who drain dragons to ascend, he forms a bond. Marked as an anomaly and hunted across empires, Kael is thrust into the world’s most dangerous proving ground: Lorri’s Arch Academy. Here, your destiny is written at birth in the color of your mana veins. Silver and Purple veins reign supreme, and talent is measured by how well you exploit the dying gods beneath the cities. Surrounded by prodigies like the half-elf genius Lisa Tempest and nobles born with power in their blood, Kael is an outsider with a secret that breaks all their rules. While they learn to tighten the dragons’ chains, he is learning how to break them. But the system does not give up its lies lightly. Rival students, political schemes, and the ever-watching eyes of the Empire itself want to either control him or erase him. As ancient dragons stir in their agony and the magic that fuels the world begins to fracture, Kael must decide: Destroy the civilization built on suffering, or rise above it. Not as a tyrant. Not as a hero. But as the first true Dragonlord in a thousand years The Draconic Overlord. Dragons shall he command, gods will tremble at his name and empires will bow before him, he shall become a existence that will shake the heavens and tremble the earth, but there is more to him than what meets the eyes.
cyril_robert · 3.5k Views

Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.
FanficLord03 · 357.3k Views