Apocalypse: Infinite Evolution Starts from Attribute Allocation - Chapter 1348 - 1290: Three Strikes Rule_2

In a world where magic and sorcery flourish came a tale of a nobody who grew into a legend. Partake in the conquests and tribulations of a great army where warriors live day-to-day, seeking the thrill of combat.

I was just your average burnout. Now I’m a kobold in a dungeon where everything wants to eat me—and frankly, I get it. I look delicious.Reincarnated as the weakest possible monster in the worst possible place, I start with nothing but panic, backward knees, and a skill called Civilization Mimicry—which is sealed. Because of course it is.But survival isn't the story.This is the story of what comes after.Of finding meaning in the scraps. Of building law from ashes. Of kindling memory in a place designed to erase.Because even if the world sees kobolds as nothing, I’ve seen what we used to be.And I’m going to bring it back.Firelight by firelight. Burial by burial. One fragile tradition at a time.Because if the world wants kobolds to be nothing?Then I’ll teach it what nothing becomes when it learns to dream.

The most beautiful woman in Jinggang, Hua Nong, spent the night with the legal circle tycoon Lu Jing'an, and upon waking up, tossed him a piece of steel coin.The next day, Hua Nong pleaded in front of Lu Jing'an, and the man smirked coolly: “Mr. Lu is just a beast in clothes, worth only one yuan?”Hua Nong smiled on the surface but cursed inside: “Young Master Lu may not know, in certain moments, 'beast in clothes' is a compliment.”“For example?” Lu Jing'an's tone was cool.“In bed,” Hua Nong tried to explain further....In the second year of Hua Nong's marriage to Lu Jing'an, their married life was sweet and became a model couple in Jinggang, until... Lu Jing'an's ex-girlfriend returned...Hua Nong drowned her sorrows in alcohol and posted a Weibo: [Single, lonely, waiting for love...]

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.