Dreambreaker : The extra from 2393 - Chapter 56: A Thanks for what?[2]

In his previous life, the MC was a total degenerate—lazy, self-indulgent, and only skilled at gaming and skipping responsibilities. One day, he dies in a ironic accident.He wakes up in a magical world, reincarnated as Eryndor Sylvaren, the youngest prince of the Ethereal Elven Empire. The elves are a proud and noble race, and their royal family is bound by strict traditions of honor, discipline, and responsibility—none of which the MC has any experience with.Luckily, he receives the “Divine System of Degenerate Growth,” a system tailored to his flawed personality. He makes the same mistake of repeating his past life only to realise that this new life has so much in store for him. Mistakes have consequences for power.NOTE: This book is a slow paced action adventure story that explores a vast fantasy world. If you like weak to strong, harem growth, high stakes, dungeons and adventurers,with a compelling storyline you should give it a try.

Talented in Magecraft but useless in physical combat?

Can summon 10,000 Servants but can he defend the rear by himself?

I will say just one line in reply:

“That will not be a problem!”

This is the tale of a young man who obtained an enshrined miracle.

“As long as I have my familiars, I am undefeatable!”

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Floren, the most renowned realm of all realms, yet forgotten by all. The soul of a person from Earth accidentally crashed into this unexplored realm, ending up in a dragon egg. Transforming into a crimson dragon with the mindset of a human, Claudius was different from other dragons. He only wished to live an easy life, enjoying his lifespan of thousands of years to its fullest. However, the world is not such a forgiving place, dragging Claudius into countless struggles and death battles. Is it really possible to live a leisurely life?!

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.