As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up - Chapter 172 - 159: Never Been So Wealthy_2

Son of a bitch! I just finished this godawful fantasy novel, and now I'm knee-deep in it – as David, the disgraced son of the Solarian Empire's top general! Talk about some twisted cosmic joke. But hold on a damn minute... maybe this isn't all bad. Armed with the knowledge of that trashy plot, I can become the ultimate shadow player, an overlord perhaps. Screw the damsel-in-distress harem too – it's time to pull the strings and become the real power behind the throne. This isekai might be a steaming pile, but I'm rewriting the ending with a little more... Debauchery (wink wink).

A mysterious game called “Forsaken” descends upon the world. Players can slay monsters to extend their lifespan, or consume their lifespan to extract game abilities into reality!As extraordinary powers emerge, chaos spreads across Blue Star, plunging the world into disaster.In his previous life, Qin Feng, along with his cousin Qin Xiaoyou, rose to become one of the top hundred global powerhouses. But in the end, he was betrayed by his star-struck sister, who gouged out his 'Ancient God Eyes' to gift them to her idol.Reborn in a new life, Qin Feng chooses to walk alone!His sister? Let her be damned!Thus, a god-level assassin with no shadow or form is born.He is the Shadow, dancing in the dark with his blades. Death and slaughter bloom like art in his hands...Surrounded by countless corpses, he will ascend to the throne of gods!P.S.: Skills evolve infinitely—permanent invisibility, one-hit kill, hundredfold drop rate, divine slaying with ease...

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.