On the day Ein turned twelve, the sky split open as if heaven and earth had collided.
He had wandered alone to the hilltop beyond the city's edge, lost in thought. His heart, though young, carried the weight of destiny. Born without magic, mocked for his weakness, Ein often questioned why he had been given this life. The wind tugged at his cloak as he stared across the horizon, silently yearning for an answer.
Suddenly, the air turned heavy.
A low hum filled the air, then thunder cracked the skies. Trees trembled. The earth rumbled as if groaning beneath unseen pressure.
Then—they appeared.
Two dragons. One crimson, one sapphire. Titans of the sky, locked in battle just above the very hill where Ein stood. They roared with ancient power, each one an S-rank monster of myth and legend.
Their clash shattered the heavens. Flames spiraled like whirlwinds. Magic surged through the land, splitting boulders and carving valleys.
Ein should have run.
But something pulled him forward.
He stumbled toward the heart of the battle, his body moving as though possessed. His heart pounded. His ears rang. Light filled his vision. Power—raw, unimaginable power—pulsed through the air around him.
In a blinding instant, the blue dragon's blade-like magic pierced the red dragon's chest.
With a final roar, the wounded crimson beast plummeted from the sky—straight toward Ein.
He didn't scream.
He couldn't.
The dragon's massive form crashed beside him, its dying breath releasing a strange, golden aura. As Ein lost consciousness, that light surrounded him—seeping into his skin, his soul, his very being.
A voice echoed in his mind.
> [Copy System Activated.]
[New Abilities Acquired: Dragon's Flame Breath, Draconic Resistance, Inner Fortitude]
[Level: 25]
When Ein awoke, he felt… different.
Sharper.
Lighter.
Stronger.
His senses had expanded—sight, sound, even touch felt amplified. Heat radiated through every cell of his body, not burning, but alive. Within him, a new power stirred—wild, ancient, and waiting to be unleashed.
He raised his hand.
Energy answered.
The power flowed like obedient beasts circling their new master, as though acknowledging him as worthy. Though he didn't understand it all, he knew one thing for certain:
He was no longer the same.
No longer powerless.
No longer ordinary.
He had inherited the strength of a dragon—and with it, the awakening of a forgotten legacy.
A new "Copy Holder" had risen.
But this was only the beginning.
Though the world would believe the dragon had perished in battle, its true power—its core essence—had merely transferred into a vessel.
Into him.
And deep in the shadows, something ancient… was watching.
Waiting.
For the Copy King to awaken fully.