This Is My Primitive Tribe - Chapter 47 - 43 Taming the Bamboo Rat

A world where God will grant abilities called Skills to those who come of age. The protagonist, bestowed with two skills, uses them and rises to an existence called a hero.

What got summoned was the world’s strongest sociopath.

I don’t have a hero complex. I don’t intend to remain humble either. All I am is a Fan, of the grandeur that is Sumatra. This world has everything necessary to charm your inner child: Mountains that roll around like worms, seas that curl up like flowers, and majestic beasts that thunder your breath away.I’ve reincarnated many times on Sumatra, to protect it from external invasions while rejoicing its beauty. This time is no different. However, the current enemy is someone who has outscaled the power system.Hence, I will Regress Seven Times in an attempt to defeat the enemy. Why only seven, you ask?Because that’s all this Fan can hope to endure. Regressions come with risks and inclining baggage, after all.

Every alpha generation must have a Saint, an omega chosen by the Moon Goddess to carry the cub, the heir of the world. When the last saint vanished, the curse fell on me.I am not a saint. I am a fake saint, bound to a duty I never asked for, and forced to walk among alphas assigned to guide me, claim me, and guard me.Their eyes are all on me, each filled with desire, obsession, hunger… and each one willing to do whatever it takes to make me theirs. And among the circle of them, one shadow stands colder than the rest, the alpha whose hands destroyed my family, whose cruelty made me an orphan.The Moon Goddess demands obedience. But my body and heart burn with a dangerous defiance, and I will not bow to prophecy… not to them, not to fate.