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Marvel: Reborn as a dragon

Thegiantsquid
I died. No idea how. But now I’m a dragon. Yeah — a f*cking dragon. Scales, wings, claws, fire breath. The whole deal. At first, I thought I could just chill. Hunt a few deer, nap in caves, maybe grow big enough to scare off whatever lived nearby. Easy, right? Wrong. Because then I saw them — humans with powers. One lifted a boulder like it weighed nothing. Another threw lightning with his hands. Mutants. And that’s when it hit me: this isn’t just some fantasy world. I’m in the Marvel Universe. I thought being a dragon would make me top of the food chain. Turns out I’m barely level one. And if I want to survive in a world of super soldiers, gods, and cosmic threats? I need to get strong. Fast.
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