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Asperia Online: A Dragon Reincarnation LITRPG
Asperia Online: A Dragon Reincarnation LITRPG
Asperia Online: A Dragon Reincarnation LITRPG
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What would you do, if you could become a dragon?
If you could shed your limited human body and then take to the skies? If you could become a beast of legends, the apex, the top of the line, largest monster in the world, predator to all and prey to none?
Would you take this opportunity at the drop of a hat in sacrifice of your humanity?
Or would you prefer that you never lost your basic human comforts?
Well, what if you didn't have a choice in the matter?
A young man from earth finds himself in the scales and hide of a mythical beast, and then has no choice but to embark on an adventure of a lifetime, with the aid of a tiny magical companion, and a whole lot of fire - he forges a path forward with flair and flourish.
Will he decide to remain as a beast that roams the sky?
Or will he instead choose to walk on two feet as a man that conquers the land?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherLITRPG PUB
Release dateJul 14, 2018
Asperia Online: A Dragon Reincarnation LITRPG

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    Asperia Online - Aaron Smith

    ASPERIA ONLINE

    A LITRPG SAGA

    COPYRIGHT AND DISCLAIMER

    THIS PUBLICATION IS PROTECTED UNDER THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT ACT OF 1976 AND ALL OTHER APPLICABLE INTERNATIONAL, FEDERAL, STATE AND LOCAL LAWS, AND ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED, INCLUDING RESALE RIGHTS: YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO GIVE OR SELL THIS BOOK TO ANYONE ELSE. EXCEPT AS PERMITTED UNDER THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT ACT OF 1976, NO PART OF THIS PUBLICATION MAY BE REPRODUCED, DISTRIBUTED, OR TRANSMITTED IN MAY BE REPRODUCED OR TRANSMITTED IN ANY FORM WHATSOEVER, ELECTRONIC, OR MECHANICAL, INCLUDING PHOTOCOPYING, RECORDING, OR BY ANY INFORMATIONAL STORAGE OR RETRIEVAL SYSTEM WITHOUT EXPRESS WRITTEN, DATED AND SIGNED PERMISSION FROM THE AUTHOR.

    PLEASE DO NOT PARTICIPATE IN OR ENCOURAGE PIRACY OF COPYRIGHTED MATERIALS IN VIOLATION OF THE AUTHOR’S RIGHTS. PURCHASE ONLY AUTHORIZED EDITIONS.

    COPYRIGHT 2018 AARON SMITH

    Prologue

    My voice came out as a guttural growl as I tried my best to maneuver through the forest, however obstructed by the trees as I was, it was a tormenting pace, not at all eased by the sounds of barking dogs, heavy thumping of footsteps, and energetic clamor of a charging mob echoing from behind.

    I had smashed my face into a tree as I was unused to the movements of my own legs, and was promptly sent tumbling downhill, rolling agonizingly and unable to help the constant sharp pin-pricks of pain that hit from the feeling of crashing upon sticks and stones.

    At this point, I would have taken harsh, belittling words over the granite and twigs, which were somewhat accurate in the expression, and certainly did not lack the ability to break bones.

    The pale moon hung brilliantly overhead, and instantly, there was a loud, charging howl, one that would have me believe it was that of a mythical, half-man, half-wolf, except I would never allow myself to believe in such superstitions. Despite the absurdity of my own scenario, in my heart, I had never been born as a superstitious person, nor had I ever claimed to be a religious person. I could not count the numerous times I had poked fun at my friends for falling prey to the endless chain messages and threats that instructed they shared a story or would otherwise become haunted. Similarly, I had lost count of the numerous times I had crashed at home on a Sunday, my fingers rapidly tapping against either a controller or keyboard, as my friend and roommate would give me the stink-eye as he departed for Church. On the few occasions that he had convinced me to go along, a handheld would be my companion, followed closely by six or seven of my best game cartridges or devices, and it was a feat of willpower to ignore the disbelieving looks and mutters.

    Perhaps, this was some form of divine retribution for my misdeeds. I considered it nothing more than an act of punishment for the completely impossible scenario I had currently embroiled myself in.

    There it is!

    Get it! Slay the creature!

    For only a trickster deity could be responsible for me asking such the question:

    How does one fall asleep in the middle of class and wake up as a dragon?

    Chapter 1

    Never before in my life had I been happier that I had fallen off a cliff and into a waterfall. Amending that, never had I been glad to fall off a waterfall and drift off to god-knows-where. I

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