Hello this is one of my projects that I really hope does good. It's different from my other stories because its got some comedy, but mainly a serious theme. So if you're here for laughs then you got the wrong story! Hope you like it though!

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On a commercial airplane headed to America from Japan is an average man sitting in one of the rows of seats near the middle of the aisle. Other than a small beard and a well-built body, he has a nondescript face that no one would look at twice. Right now he is listening to music on his phone while trying to sleep and drown out the noise of the man snoring next to him. His name is Jacob Ryder, age 24.

Jacob is leaving Japan where he has lived since he was born, because he has no family anymore. For most people they would be sad when learning their parents died in a traffic accident. However he is not most people and certainly not sad.

This is because of how his parents called him every day, not using his actual name. It’s ironic that his parents called him an ‘accident’ and then they die in an accident. From as far back as he can remember his childhood was bad enough to make a Child Protective Service employee cringe. Used as a punching bag everyday was only the tip of the iceberg. Thus, to let his own anger out without making the mistake of using it on his parents he tried to go to a dojo to learn martial arts. One such art was Muay Thai.

As an 8 year old his foresight was the length of a walking stick and he forgot to remember that you need money to get a membership. Luckily for him though, when he entered the dojo, the owner of the establishment had an appraising eye equivalent to a billion dollar entrepreneur.

He could tell at first sight that this kid has gone through a life of abuse and torment and if he takes the boy under his wing, that kid will train harder than any professional he has ever

seen before. And he was more correct than he ever could have expected.

Jacob’s sensei for Muay Thai figured out the circumstances and trained him for free after a few sessions, seeing the enthusiasm and discipline that outmatches many adults he decided to continue to train him for free. After years of learning and training, his sensei was like an extension of his family and a father figure. This continued all the way to when he was 24 and working part-time jobs to pay for rent in Tokyo. He never could get enough money to enroll in college and his parent’s would never pay for their ‘trash’s’ education.

Then when his parent’s died he almost broke out into a dance at their funeral if it weren't for the discipline he has honed since childhood. Now at present he is riding a plane to go to America where his only friend he made in high school is living. He said goodbye to his father figure sensei and ready to start a new life with the money he has saved up. Jacob does start a new life, just not in the way he was expecting to.

------On the airplane------

*snnnnoooorrrreee*

‘God damn, this guy snores like a chainsaw’

Currently Jacob is having a difficult time trying to get some peace and quiet on the airplane. He’s hyped to be able to fly on one for the first time. Ever since he was a kid he would always wonder what it would like to be in one and experience the thousands of feet altitude where houses and people are small specks down below.

However his expectations were betrayed by a 300 pound beast in human skin sitting next to him. Only when he listens to music does he get a sort of temporary bliss from the monotonous sounds of a ‘pig’ sleeping.

‘I’m tempted to step on his foot and call it an accident…no no no, breathe, breathe, let it out calm down.’

While he is working to get his frustration reigned in, at a row near the back of the plane a shady man rises from his seat and starts walking down the aisle slowly. If anyone were to take a look then he would match the stereotypical terrorist image. The gun he pulls out sure does fit the bill. He cocks the gun and yells loud enough to hear over the ‘pig’ snoring,

“Everybody shut the hell up and don’t move a god damn muscle or you will be sent straight to hell!”

Jacob notes that the terrorist has walked in close proximity to him. It’s enough range to be able to take him down, however he knows against a gun, you’re hard pressed to find a way to fight without getting shot. Also he doesn’t want the man to accidentally fire at one of the other passengers.

As a calm and collected fighter with years of experience, he knows his odds are slim, but part of him also realizes if the terrorist isn’t suppressed then everyone could die. Letting his urge to kill the terrorist overthrow his logical self-preservation, he jumps from his seat in an attempt to disarm his enemy. Unfortunately the terrorist has a jumpy trigger finger. And pulling the trigger is faster than another person getting out of their seat and advancing on a gunner.

Jacob takes a shot to one of his vital spots but still manages to apprehend and knock the terrorist unconscious. Lady luck is not on his side as he is bleeding out in record time. As his vision is beginning to fade he asks himself a question,

‘Where is the flight marshal during all of this?’

------Floating in darkness------

In a void where there is no source of light, just an endless dark abyss a soul is roaming about with no destination. Who knows how long this soul has been floating here? The soul has been in a dormant state for a long period of time waiting for its reincarnation cycle. Which comes earlier than expected…

“Wake up, I have chosen you to fulfill a mission.”

The ancient voice reverberates through the abyss, shaking the soul almost to the point of destruction. Now out of its slumber, the incorporeal head of the soul looks around trying to locate the source of the powerful voice. Unable to understand what is happening, it tries to communicate to the mighty visitor,

‘Where am I? Who are you? Last time I remember I was shot on an airplane…’

“You are in the Soul Void waiting reincarnation, and as for who I am…well, many had names they used to call me when I was still mortal. Such as, Dragon King, Dragon Tyrant, anything with ‘Dragon’ in it. However I have shed my mortal dragon scales many, many, years ago.”

The soul is having a difficult time to understand, much less believe what this voice is saying. Though the pressure and majesty it emits is slowly starting to sway those doubts. Believing that this is the best time to gain information as to what is unfolding, the soul continues asking,

‘You said that I have been chosen? What do you need me for, that other’s cannot do?’

Suddenly the draconic sounding voice starts laughing, making the soul feel as if its existence is going to shatter if it makes another incidental joke.

“I do not need you specifically! Do not think you are my only choice out of trillions of other souls roaming the abyss. I chose you because of your indifference towards others. Though how you so valiantly, and idiotically, saved those on that airplane was unexpected, it showed you have courage and the willpower needed to be a successor. As a successor you will be a dragon, the LAST dragon on that planet, and will revive the race to stand above the indigenous beings on the planet selected. Do not worry about if you can or cannot breed, dragons do not birth like other beings. Once you get to a certain age and have enough power, you can use mana to create an offspring.

How long it takes to reach those two prerequisites relies on you. Furthermore, even though I said dragons breed differently, you can still breed with other races to make a hybrid. It is completely up to you, however your mission is to revive the Dragon Clan with whatever methods you deem necessary! As the first dragon since several centuries I will let you create your image any way you want it. You may customize your appearance both as a dragon and your human form. As a word of caution, when you spawn your strength is still going to be like a newborn, so do not overestimate and get cocky just because you are a dragon. Now, start customizing.”

In front of the soul two screens similar to a hologram appears. One has a default image of a dragon without color, and the other has an image of a gender-less human. Quickly the soul adds the important part that makes a human a male. Disturbingly it also has the option to change its measurements, so he {now ‘it’ will be ‘he’} does a quick change for more and moves on to facial features. Before he died one of his regrets is his looks. Now that he has full reign over creation, he adds black hair that goes down to his shoulders. The hair is pulled back and gives off a wild and natural charm. Then he changes his eye color to be a bright blue iris with inner black pupil that makes you feel like you’re looking into an endlessly deep void or night sky.

Also he makes the skin tone a beautiful pale white and adds just enough muscle to avoid any strangers from mistaking him as female in the future and not too much muscle in parts where it would be wasted for combat. He also selected his height as 185cm (6ft). The train of thought is ‘If I’m going to be able to walk around as a human then I better look damn good.’ Though he doesn’t like to stroke his own ego, as a former human who didn’t get a lot of attention from the opposite gender, might as well go all-out given the chance right?

Now that he is done customizing his human form he starts to create his dragon form. The hard part for him is choosing what type of dragon he wants it to be. As in, the oriental type dragons, or the western type dragons. Both are majestic and fear-inducing so either one will work. After a while of contemplating he chooses the western type. So he matches his human form color scheme with the dragon body. They eyes are now blue, however it’s a dark blue that feels tyrannical and puts the fear of god into you. His body will be black with blue streaks going down his spine to his tail. The claws will also be black and sharp enough to shred through metal like paper. There is even an option to change the color of fire to breathe. So he chooses dark blue/black fire breathing. Now he also changes the dimensions. Each wing is 15m (49ft) across. His tail is 18m (59ft) long. When he asked the ancient dragon voice about how he would look as a kid, he was told it would just be a miniature version and the egg would be the size of a basketball from Earth. After both forms have been customized he tells the voice,

‘I believe I am done.’

“It’s about time, I don’t see why humans want to make their humanoid body look so great. Anyways, before I send you off you will need the basic knowledge about the planet. Hold on for a moment.”

After it finishes talking a light enters the soul and bestows new knowledge about his soon-to-be home. The planet’s name is [Polareuse]. There is one big continent and two smaller ones to the east. The bigger/main continent is named [Mazef Continent] and the other two, north-east and south-east are [Demeus Continent] and [Feren Continent].

[Mazef Continent] has several kingdoms and tribes. To put simply, the kingdoms are in the right half or eastern, and the tribes are in the left half or western. Tribes consist of beastmen such as wolf, fox, bear, lamia, etc. And the kingdoms are run by humans. {A/N: I’m going to say ‘kingdoms’, since ‘human kingdoms’ is a pain in the ass to keep typing!}

Both the tribes and kingdoms have been at loggerheads since ancient times. Slavery runs amuck in the kingdoms selling beastmen, however the beast tribes don’t practice slavery. As of now there is a temporary ceasefire, though unstable, has been holding for a decade.

As for the other two continents, the [Demeus Continent] is named after the legendary demon king Demeus. In the past, demons were kicked out of their homes and territories on the main continent and had to relocate to the small continent that wasn’t named at the time. Several churches and misguided priests and bishops believed that demons would be the cause of the world’s demise, thus the reason for escaping. After settling down in the uninhabited continent their tribes were slowly crumbling away due to the massive population of monsters attacking day and night. That is, until Demeus who was a general of their now-pitiful army helped organize efforts and reestablish tribes and later unite under the banner of the Demon King, fulfilling his duty until he died several decades afterwards. There is still plenty of hate to this day towards the humans. After all, you cannot change religious beliefs so easily and settle grudges with a mere handshake and a treaty.

Last but not least is [Feren Continent]. The [Feren continent] is every adventurer’s wet dream. The promised land of riches and artifacts waiting to be discovered. It’s a free-for-all continent that has yet to be mapped. Even though people say smaller continent, calling it small would be injustice. It is the size of Asia, Australia, and Africa put together. People from everywhere visit this dangerous land because they believe the risk is worth the reward! Those same people end up dying tragic inhumane deaths too. If you find an artifact there, you damn well better keep a tight lid on the information or kingdoms will be knocking on your door. Knocking with a sword that is.

“You will be reborn in the west, in beastman territory. Precisely because humans have a harder time coping and accepting different beast races. They would rather sell you as an egg to a slave trader. I will put you in a nest of an Onyx Wing Serpent. You should be fine there until you grow enough to fend for yourself. Make sure to carry on the dragon bloodline. I will name you Xaramax, and the serpent will instinctively name you that too.You might also feel a change in temperament towards others…”

After the ominous last words, the soul felt itself go to sleep. He knew that this time he would strive become stronger than everyone else, while exploring and also revive the Dragon Clan!

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okedoke that is the first chapter and if you have any comments or suggestions it would be appreciated!

Also my other series are Martial Morpher, Re:BoredBlood, and Second Horizon(which is on hiatus)...