The message blazed across his vision, but it was drowned out by the sensation surging through him. His mind felt like it was expanding, where before he saw only himself, he now saw maps, formations, the movement of many as one. His thoughts no longer moved in a single line — they branched like rivers, weaving through possibilities, tactics, sacrifices. He could almost feel phantom figures standing around him, shadows of soldiers waiting for his word.

His will crystallized, hard as steel, unshakable. His voice burned with new weight and authority, as though every word he might speak carried the power to command obedience, to move hearts, to rally others under one banner, and to bend the course of men and history.

And he understood. Not as a line of text, but as a living truth now etched into his soul. He was no longer just Artorius Pendrath. He was one who others would follow. One whose orders would decide who lived, who died, the power to steady hands, to shape fear into courage, to weave individuals into something greater than themselves.

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[SYSTEM ADMIN ONLINE]

Just as he made his selection, the void rippled. A figure shimmered into existence before him, not a person, but a silhouette of shifting shapes, a living amalgamation of starfire and magic dust whose every movement left trails of golden script that burned briefly in the void before fading away.

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Artorius stared. “So let me guess, you’re the one who approved those invasions,” he noted.

“Yes.” the strange being simply stated. 

Sighing, Artorius took the bait and asked, “...Why?”

“Your world has much history and dangerous legacies, with a 11% chance of making it through and maybe even going beyond.”

“That’s not reassuring,” Artorius stated, not happy with the very abysmal odds they had, but he pressed on. “So what brings me here? I take it we will be starting this Tutorial.”

“Yes, but you have been selected for a remarkable opportunity due to the special privileges granted to your world.”

“What opportunity?” Artorius raised an eyebrow. 

“Candidates with exceptional aptitude will bypass standard tutorial fields. Instead, they will be assigned to Supreme-Tier Realms for greater rewards and greater risk.”

Artorius folded his arms. “Let me guess, I’m one of them?”

“Confirmed. You have been selected for a Territory that fits your path, and one that is a Peak faction due to your very high potential.”

He let that sink in, weighing the words. High risk. High reward. No safety net. Basically they were asking him to gamble with his life. However things were changing fast, and if he wished to not only survive but thrive he needed to grasp hold of opportunities by the neck as his father loved to put it. So biting the bullet, he asked, “And where exactly will you be sending me?”

The Admin didn’t say anything letting his action speak for him as the constellations above began to shift, stars sliding into new alignments. The sky itself became a window letting him view an image.

Endless mountain ranges so vast unfurled above, their jagged peaks pierced clouds and space. Rivers of clouds swirled between the summits. Massive shadows wheeled through the air — dragons, their wingspans swallowing valleys whole. Each beat of their wings shook the very mountains.

Destination: The Dragon Eyrie.

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Artorius felt a thrum in his bones just looking at it, as though the image itself weighed on him. Then as if two dots were connecting inside his head, he blurred, “Does this have to do with my race? What is that all about anyways? Did you guys do something with me, prod and poke me with some alien stuff that changed me?”

“Yes, and no. This place has been selected due to your race, but we did not do anything to change you. That is what you are, a human who carries the blood of dragons. Though if you do want to change your race, that is possible. There are system rewards and great treasures that are able to do that, and as you evolve new and greater opportunities will open up to you.”

Artorius fell silent. He knew exactly who he could get answers from… Ser Ector. The old man knew much which he suddenly found out that he didn’t know anything about his family. He was totally in the dark. 

The Admin straightened, its form briefly coalescing into something almost human. “If you have no further questions…” With a sweep of its hand, a rift tore open in the empty air, light spilling through like molten gold. “Your opportunity awaits.”

The portal pulsed once, and Artorius felt its call not a pull, but an invitation. He exhaled slowly, set his jaw, and stepped forward without looking back into the strange and deadly place that awaited him. 

Randomly Being Teleported to the Dragon Eyrie!

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Chapter 2 Recap!

Leader Archetype selected!

Commander Trait gained! 

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