Prologue: The Beginning of Ambition
The stars above the colony world of Eros-7 flickered like distant embers, indifferent to the struggles of those beneath them. It was a Tier 2 planet—barely above the status of a backwater world—where survival often meant outmaneuvering the desperate rather than simply working hard. Corrupt officials, failing infrastructure, and an economy held together by black markets and crime lords had turned Eros-7 into a proving ground for those who dreamed of escaping to the higher tiers of civilization.
Among them was Raizen Izumoto.
Raizen didn't know where he came from. His first memory was being brought to this planet by a spaceship and dumped on it. He had no family, no past—only the present and his struggle to survive. Unbeknownst to him, he was the offspring of the destroyed rulers of a Tier 9 planet, hidden away before their downfall. The only remnant of his lineage was a necklace, given to him by his father before he was sent away, though he had never understood its significance.
At 18 years old, Raizen has a lean but athletic build, the result of years of manual labor and underground fights. Standing at 6'2" (188 cm), he has sharp, well-defined features, though his golden eyes, a trait of his hidden Draconic Bloodline, appear more subtle and human-like, lacking the intensity they later develop. His jet-black hair is slightly unkempt, cut shorter than it will be later, giving him a more rugged, streetwise look. His skin is lightly tanned, with a few scars from past fights, though nothing deep enough to be permanent.
For eighteen years, he lived like any other commoner, attending school and making extra money by fixing items for his classmates—his natural mechanical inclination setting him apart. But on the day he turned eighteen, everything changed.
The setting of his life revolved around school and the intense VR battlefield competitions. These competitions were divided into two types—controller-based spaceship battles and 1v1 body cultivation duels. Every student was given a basic body cultivation method for free, but wealthier families had access to far superior techniques. The power rankings were split into tiers, ranging from A to F and levels from 1 to 10, with A10 being the pinnacle and F1 the weakest. The same system applied to weapons and spaceships, making advancement a game of both skill and privilege.
Raizen was just another student with a basic cultivation method, fighting his way up. But the moment he turned eighteen, his necklace pulsed with energy.
A surge of pain coursed through him, and in that instant, a dormant force awakened within his body. The nanotechnology hidden in the necklace activated, embedding itself into his being. His vision blurred as a screen materialized before him.
[System Initialization Complete.]
[Welcome, Raizen Izumoto. You have been selected as the sole recipient of the Draconic Ascendancy System.]
His breath hitched. His hands trembled as the words sank in.
A system?
He had heard of legends—stories of individuals who had found relics from ancient civilizations that granted them knowledge, power, and influence beyond imagination. But they were just stories.
And yet, here it was.
The text continued to scroll.
[You have unlocked Tier 1 Access. Tasks must be completed to upgrade your authority.]
[Mandatory Task: Survive.]
Unbeknownst to him, his suppressed draconic bloodline had begun to stir. A legacy of power, dominance, and an unmatched affinity for women and battle lay dormant within him, waiting to be unlocked. However, the system would only grant him access in stages, each revelation tied to his conquests—both on the battlefield and in his relationships. Every new wife, every intimate connection, would awaken fragments of his draconic heritage, making him stronger, sharper, and more irresistible.
His vision darkened as his body finally gave out, and the last thing he heard before slipping into unconsciousness was the quiet hum of the system embedding itself into his very soul.
His rise had begun.