The first light of dawn cut through the cracked windows of the ruined hall. Dust swirled in the air, catching on the edges of Michael's golden hair. He moved with a careful grace, his every step measured despite the tight bandages still wrapping his chest and arms.
His eyes scanned the room: old weapons, banners scorched from fire, and the faint glimmer of his family crest, the mighty dragon, carved into the floor. The weight of history pressed on him, but it did not crush him. Not anymore.
A soft hum vibrated beneath his feet. A rhythm so precise it felt alive. Michael tilted his head, listening.
[System Initialization Complete]
A holographic interface shimmered in the air before him, translucent and blue, yet impossibly solid.
[Welcome, Michael Williams]
[Dual Soul Confirmed: Earth + Drazyria]
[Elite Units: 1,500 soldiers activated]
[Weapon Stockpiles: Full Inventory Ready]
[Factory Status: Production Online]
Michael's lips curved into a faint smirk.
He took a deep breath, testing his strength. Even after a year unconscious, his body still carried the memory of raw battles, of pushing past the limits of pain and fear. He flexed his fingers, imagining the battlefield, imagining the army waiting beneath the ruins.
The elite soldiers were not just trained men—they were super soldiers, equipped with suits designed to rival the gods themselves. Each suit allowed dual machine guns on the back, reinforced armor nearly impervious to enemy fire, and agility that no ordinary human could match.
1,500 men. Engineers. Medical specialists. Strategists. Weapon makers. All loyal beyond question. All under his command.
Michael moved to a rough map etched into the stone floor—a remnant of his family's strategic plans before the war. The map outlined the Williams Family lands, the surrounding villages, the poisoned rivers, and the ruined fortresses. But it also hinted at something else—the wealth hidden in the earth, mineral veins deep underground, water routes that connected to oceans large enough to allow trade, transport, and naval dominance.
"This land… everything we need to build a kingdom," he whispered. His eyes burned gold and red, reflecting both his dual soul and the fire within.
The system pulsed.
[First Mission: Reclaim Lost Territory]
[Resources and Soldiers Allocated: All Ready]
Michael's mind raced. The mission was simple in words but monumental in execution: reclaim the lands taken by the invaders without losing a single soldier. Every weapon, every bomb, every piece of machinery he could need was ready in the factory. No improvisation. No mistakes.
Two months ago, this plan would have been impossible. But now, with the system and his elite forces, it was not only possible—it was inevitable.
He walked through the ruins, imagining what the land could become. Mines producing gold, silver, and rare minerals. Fields once barren, now rich and fertile. Rivers purified, lakes restored. Ports that could hold massive ships, airstrips for planes that would make Drazyria tremble at the sight of the Williams flag.
A low vibration reached him again. This time, the soldiers beneath the surface stirred, responding to his presence. A soft rumble of armored boots echoed through the underground bunkers. Engineers and weapon makers worked in perfect synchronization, producing ammunition, maintaining firearms, and preparing heavy artillery.
Michael's father had always feared the rise of his family's power, but Michael did not hesitate. This was the hand of the system, the gift of his second life, and the promise to his family on Earth.
He paused, placing a hand on the map. "This land… will be stronger than any kingdom has ever known," he said. "And no one will dare challenge it."
The soldiers saluted in unison, even though they could not see him. Loyalty was ingrained. Knowledge implanted. Every man and woman had been trained not just to fight, but to think, strategize, and invent.
Michael smiled. Not arrogance. Not pride. Just calculated certainty.
"Tomorrow," he murmured, "we strike back."
The first step of reclaiming the Williams Family lands—and beginning the rise of a kingdom unmatched in history—was set in motion. And Drazyria, with all its kingdoms, empires, and nobles, would soon learn that the Mighty Dragon had awakened once more.