To Be A Virtuous Wife - Chapter 35

Due to the abnormal arrangement of her sixth chromosome, she became a legend in genetic medicine. This is because her vision and hearing are 21 times greater than those of a normal human, while her running, jumping, and arm strength are 33 times stronger, and her regenerative and self-healing abilities are as high as 84 times those of a normal person. However, her father hated her, and people around her disliked her, regarding her as a monster.However, he was the only one who would like to be friends with her. He is the sickly yet most drop-dead gorgeous man in the entire imperial capital. Three steps will make him pant as if he'd just finished a full marathon, and taking five steps was enough to make him cough like a chain-smoker.It is said that one would easily forget the beautiful people of the world upon laying eyes on him.She said, “This pretty boy belongs to me.”

It was in the year 2800 of the Midgard calendar. Back then, there was a Overlord who once reigned supreme and had reached the very brink of subduing the world.

Avo was born to destroy New Vultun. In a twist of fate, he’ll become its only hope for salvation. The gods were the enemy. The slaver. The chains. With dreams of paradise, humanity slaughtered them and stole their powers, opening the path to become more – to ascend. Instead, they nearly destroyed the world. Vast hive cities serve as the final bastions against the crumbling of reality. New Vultun is the greatest of them all, and within its borders, ascenders wage war to determine the laws of existence itself. The world descends ever deeper into ruination. Avo was born a weapon, a slave to his instincts and his masters. He and his brothers were made to burn New Vultun to ashes. Everything changes when Avo gains immortality and becomes heir to an impossible legacy. He must ascend the megacity of New Vultun. He must challenge the very tyrants that usurped the gods. He must finally free the world from chains.

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.