MTL - Not a Trainer This Time - Chapter 379 Evolve, Ibrahimovic! Change weapons, green onion duck!

To pass as an imperial concubine, one must be professional.

Actually, the profession of an imperial concubine is pretty good. The emperor will accompany you in eating and drinking, and even pay you for it. What’s not good about that?

Living on the streets of Orchard's Reach, Sen never dreamed about becoming a cultivator. He barely even knew what cultivation was, let alone wanted to do it. When fate intervenes, though, he finds himself the disciple of a cultivator. Like all who find themselves on the path to defying the heavens, Sen will have to decide what kind of person he wants to be and what kind of mark he wants to leave on the world.

In the beautiful comic world, superheroes are infinitely beautiful.

Mutants who also have super powers are extremely sad.

Lynn came across time and became a student of the Academy of Mutants with the ability to create magic.

Apparatus, Avada Kedavra…

Glacier Spikes, Ember Storms…

God Slayer Magic of Fire, Dragon Slayer Magic of Thunder…

True mirror image, dimensional leap, elemental mysteries, time stillness…

After ten years of accumulation, Lynn has mastered countless splendid and terrifying magics, but he knows very well that it is meaningless for Professor X to let the students act as thugs to save the world in order to allow humans and mutants to coexist peacefully.

The only way to change the living environment of mutants is to increase the right to speak!

Where does the right to speak come from?

Strength is the foundation!

Money is on the left, power is on the right!

So, he approached Professor X and proposed a package plan to establish a mutant consortium and gain power through money:

The first step is to create “Oasis” and create a second world!

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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.