Dragon Reborn Ml の小説・ストーリー

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

[Fireball]: Produce a fireball and launch it. [Gust]: Create a gust of slicing winds. [Spark]: Generate sparks of electricity over your weapon or claws. [Dark Bullet]: Produce a ball of darkness and launch it. [Ore Body]: Grants your body the properties of ore, making your scales grow with ore-like properties. They were all interesting Skills! It was certainly worth the time spent.

he says excitedly. "You're referring to dragons ore aren't you? One of few known metals to be unbreakable," I say. "Right again," Fimrouck cheers. "We're going to reforge Chieftain Eleonora's blade using dragons ore. Dragons ore while being powerful is the hardest metal to work with. It takes extreme temperatures just to melt it down and once your weapon has been crafted there's no going back. Dragons ore can't be reforged," he continues.

Drael said softly, “before she was anything else.” My stomach twisted, nausea rising like a wave. He turned to me fully then. “And now you wear her face again. Her power. Her soul.” He leaned forward slightly. “Tell me, little reborn flame… does it hurt yet?” “Enough,” Malrik hissed. Lightning-fast, Drael vanished— And reappeared behind us. Malrik spun with inhuman speed, slamming Drael into the wall. The plaster cracked like brittle bone. But Drael only laughed.

To top it off, Dungeon Rayden armor is made of Dragonscale, which makes it durable yet extremely lightweight. I got everything I own from monster drops, which are loot acquired after defeating the Big Boss of a particular level. One of my competitive advantages as a chatbot is, if only there weren’t CAPTCHAs to slow me down, I could play 24/7. This is how I’ve massively increased my DPS and XP levels and Health and Energy replenishment rates.

If it were really that simple, Gerald could have just lined up his seniors to spar with him non-stop, and he would be powering up like crazy. "What kind of conditions?" Gerald explained, "Your opponent has to be genuinely trying to kill you, but they also can't be too far beyond your level. That's because Dragon Rebirth only activates and grows when your body is still able to keep fighting. "If the enemy is too strong—if they can one-shot you or break you down in just a few moves—then even if Dragon Rebirth kicks in, your body won't be able to respond. And if you can't move, you can't grow."

Marina never saw this coming. She couldn't dodge as the sword sliced into her shoulder, carving off flesh. She collapsed, screaming in pain, "Why? I nearly died from giving birth to your child, and you want to kill me?" Horace laughed bitterly, "My child? Royal dragons are born red. There has never been a blue one. You cheated on me!" Marina didn't know this rule. She cowered, trembling until she saw me smirking behind Horace. That was when she realized everything.

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."