Dad, Please Try a Little Harder - Chapter 42 - Are You Getting Sentimental?

An experiment gone wrong, or possibly right? A Nascent Kaleidoscope opens his eyes.

A reincarnated Zelretch story. Previous Fate-series knowledge recommended.

A Fate/DxD/Multi Crossover.

In Light of the horrendous new update, know that I do cross post on Fan Fiction dot Net.

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You say you know about pain? To feel this sort of hunger... for your body to never be satisfied... your mind crazed by endless thoughts of satisfaction. To gaze upon the stars and know that it’s not enough, That is pain. Now you stand before me and I truly question myself. are you enough.He sought a cure for his power. Now, he'll use it to consume a world.At six years old, Dax's life ended. His trait, [Insatiable Hunger], awakened—a curse that promised only madness and an empty stomach. After two years of torment, he found his answer: [Synthesis], the power to integrate anything he touched.Four centuries of research later, known across galaxies as the Black Researcher, he finally achieved his goal. And in that moment of triumph, he exploded.Reborn in a brutal realm of cults and crumbling gods, Dax finds himself weak, but free. His Hunger is quiet, his Synthesis intact. The local gods think him a pawn. The cults see him as a sacrifice.They are all gravely mistaken.Dax sees this world for what it is: a Petri dish. His new traits are the ultimate research tools. His goal is no longer mere survival, but the answer to a new, thrilling question: Can a man who was once devoured by his own power, now learn to devour divinity itself?

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.

A new emperor rules each year in Yohuachanca.Only the most delicious of food graces his palate; the realm’s most beautiful women fill his harem; his palace dazzles the mind in its beauty; and four priestesses counsel him in all matters. The life of an emperor is good, luxurious, and short. For at the year’s end, he is sacrificed to the Nightlords under the light of the Scarlet Moon.I am Iztac. A pisspoor orphan and the year’s emperor. A sacrifice bound for the altar. But the vampires have made a mistake this time. For I am a sorcerer, whose soul journeys into the secret underworld to plunder the secret spells of the dead. There, in the darkness, hides the power to drag the Nightlords off their throne. I have a year to find it, or perish for good.I may not be the first emperor, but I will be the last.