Starting With Contract Pets - Chapter 314 - Problem

ASSEMBLE, DRAGONS!Meet Daniel, a young man from Earth who, after his death, was summoned by a God called the Devouring Dragon God.The Devouring Dragon God gave him a chance to be reborn in another world—not just an ordinary world, but a fantasy world filled with dragons, phoenixes, magic powers, cultivation, and more. The kind of world no novel, anime, or manga fan would want to miss—and neither would Daniel.But nothing comes for free in this life. In return, the Devouring Dragon God wanted him to avenge the extermination of the Dragon Clan.And the enemy? The one thing everyone fears, the very name that makes all beings tremble—Gods.At first, Daniel refused. But the Devouring Dragon God simply said, “You either sink into oblivion or accept your fate.”With no other choice, Daniel agreed. In exchange, the Devouring Dragon God granted him three wishes.After being reborn, our idiotic MC expected everything to be under his control. However, after facing the harsh reality of this world, he was forged anew.Witness the epic rise of the Devouring Dragon, the last dragon, the one whose name spreads terror among Gods.The one who single-handedly rebuilt the Dragon Clan.The one whose name strikes fear across universes and the cosmos.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

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.

The gods visit my shop. I travel across countless worlds with them. But then… “This is my sword, the Heavenly Tyrant Blade.” “This is the Ruyi Jingu Bang.” “This is the lightning spear I once wielded.” Their payments are… peculiar.