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Draconic Ascension: Book of Reality and Spirits

Drake_Flame11
Have you ever imagined what would happen if you died, but some powerful being decided to reincarnate you and offer you the freedom to choose any world and powers you wanted? What would you choose: to be reborn in a sci-fi world with your own ship to explore the stars, to become a god in a godless world, to be reincarnated surrounded by hot girls, or to become the most powerful person? Some good choices depending on who you are, but not the choices I made. My name is Jackson. I was chosen by one of the Primordials, Brakos, the Primordial Spirit of Time, Stories, and Knowledge, and given this exact choice. We talked, and he offered me any world and powers. I gave him my views and wants for my new life, and one was that I wanted to become powerful, but I wanted to work for it, or else I felt I wouldn't deserve it. Brakos agreed, and we started to plan. As I don't like to waste opportunities, I did ask for 3 powers. 1: to be reborn with a system-like ability stored inside of 3 books. 2: to be given the power to converse with Spirits, forge contracts with them and ask them for help. 3: to be given the power to create a new race of my own creation and become one of them. Brakos liked my plan and selected a very special world. The first world to ever exist. Primus is the world of the Primordials and Primogneitors. Follow me through my adventures as I make friends, run from my village's destruction, fall in love, take over a school, dismantle criminal organizations, destroy an entire kingdom, fight against the gods, and establish a home for myself and my new race, the Dragonians. _____________ Additional tags: BL, Supernatural, High IQ, Werewolf, Academy, Kingdom Building, the strong acting weak, Evolution, Mystery, Non-Human _____________ It's not a harem or a heavy romance novel. It is primarily a BL with some romance, but will not be the focus of the story. I'm not an experienced writer; this is my first time writing something longer than a 3-page story from high school.  Please excuse any mistakes or spelling errors, and feel free to correct me in the comments.  I’d appreciate any feedback on how the story is going. Also, I might take a few days' breaks now and then due to work or personal reasons, so if a new chapter doesn't come out for a few days, don't worry! _____________ I will also post this story on RoyalRoad if you prefer that website. I also have a Patreon with early access to chapters. Please have a look. patreon.com/Drake_Flame11 I have a Discord too, take a look https://discord.gg/magrW74Wvx _____________ The story updates 3 times a week, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 8:15 AM (GMT-5).
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