The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 14 - A Phone Call from Alexi

Bai Yixi accidentally slipped into a book and lived in heaven and earth as a child.

What? ! The sickly little boy who treated her as an enemy when she was little is the hero!

What? ! The boy she bullied and cried when she was a child is the male partner!

What? ! The girl who was deceived from candy when she was a child is the heroine!

Also, she turned out to be a cannon fodder female supporting role. For a moment, Bai Yixi was confused in the wind, and then Yixi ran away decisively.

Three years later, she returned to high school.

Wait, male protagonist, weren’t you from the Eleventh Middle School next door? ?

Wait, male supporting actor, aren’t you gentle with the heroine? ?

Wait, hostess, why are you so jealous of my gaze? ?

Male protagonist: “Is it difficult to love me?”

Male supporting actor: “Without you, what use would I have for this championship?”

A certain Yixi: “Where is my original male lead and supporting actor?!”

Yixi wanted to escape again, but was trapped by a certain boss. The boss’s eyes were dark red and there was a cold smile on his handsome face: “If you run away again, I will die in front of you.”

Bai Yixi shouted: This is not the male protagonist I know. The male protagonist in the novel does not have paranoid and morbid attributes!

Seeing the increasingly darkening male protagonist, Bai Yixi gave in decisively: “Come on, kiss me, don’t be angry!”

ps: 1. The male protagonist has a split personality.

2. It is an extraordinary world with supernatural and fantasy elements.

- Description from novelbuddy

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.

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.