MTL - Heavenly Monarch of All Times - v2 Chapter 60 Eight Desolation Dragon

Lin Qian once thought the man she wanted would be handsome and formidable, able to “create clouds with one turn of the hand and rain with another turn” in the business world, causing her to look up to him in admiration. There would be nothing he could not accomplish.

On the day known as the Great Awakening, the barrier separating mortals, spirits, and gods shattered without warning. Divine influence poured into the world like rain and the world was forever changed.Aren Cross stood at the very top of that new world, one of the strongest Mystics to ever live.For that strength, he was betrayed. In his final moments, Aren attempted to evolve once more, to abandon humanity and ascend as a god. He failed.But, instead of death, Aren awakens in his high school classroom, moments before his first bloodline awakening ceremony.This time, with knowledge of the future, he will choose the strongest Evolutions.Water and Fire are opposing elements? Why not pick both?Wings or Burrowing Traits? Let me take them all.

Some are reincarnated as the shining, pure character known as the hero of the story.Others find themselves as secondary, unknown characters, carrying no weight in the flow of events.And then there are those who are reborn as villains… villains meant to be struck down, forming the very foundation of the hero’s growth.As for me?I was neither a hero,nor an ordinary villain.I was merely a cursed soul,reborn as an experiment within an organization that worships an unknown entity.Am I just a third-rate villain?… I wished it were so.Because the truth is far worse.I am the character who appeared in the very first scene of the game,even before the hero made his entrance.I am…the Vessel.Discord: https://discord.gg/78GdZmDu

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.