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.

I lay flat on my back, staring at the spiraling pattern above me. The Elder Tree. Still here. Not vaporized. Not floating sideways. Not teleported to the moon. So that was a win.


The flame shard at my hip pulsed once like it wanted me to know I was still its problem.


Then the system voice came back. No sarcastic jokes. No dry quips. Just calm, neutral authority.


[Mythline Entanglement: Stable (For Now)] 


Wait. I hadn't looked at my full [Status] in... a long time. I'd been too busy not dying, building houses, not dying again, leading, and not dying some more.


I sat up slowly. My ribs ached. My tail felt like I'd slept wrong on it for six years. But my claws still worked. I opened the screen.


[Title: Sovereign of Ashring, Flamebearer, System-Anomaly (Flagged)] 


Chapter 55 - I Just Wanted To Look At My Stats, Not Get A Destiny Quest