Age of Adepts - Chapter 132

Clara Bennett's previous life was shattered when she discovered her husband cheating with her best friend, leading to a tragic fate of one body and two lives.Upon waking again, she finds herself reborn on the night before her engagement, determined not to become the foolish victim of love as she was in her past life.Thus, she takes the initiative to seduce the rumored ailing tycoon of the Beijing social circle, William Foster, intent on finding a more stable source of support.Unexpectedly, William Foster proposes marriage himself.Thinking about the wealthy widowhood that awaits her, William doesn’t hesitate to agree.Having turned the tables to become the aunt of her unfaithful ex, Clara watches as he greets her politely, feeling her choices were worth it.However, her expectations of a deceased husband post-marriage were never met, instead—William Foster: “Darling, I never said I had an ailment.”——William Foster, rumored to be the ailing tycoon of the Beijing social circle, is known for being cold and abstinent.Yet the rumor of his aversion to women was dispelled by his nephew’s fiancée, as one night with her left him addicted.In order to keep her by his side, he decides on a fake marriage but genuine love.He insists on winning the beauty over completely.

The legend of the continent, the battle that brought fame; the Sacred Phoenix Lady, the Windfire Meteor Godrealm saber-art; the pair that ascend and fuse, the golden sun and the blue moon, the fury of the crashing thunder. There is no magic, no battle qi, nor any martial arts in this land. However, there are martial spirits. Ten thousand years have passed since the founding of the Tang Sect on the Douluo continent, and it has declined. A new, proud generation of heaven’s chosen has been born. Can the new generation of Shrek’s Seven Devils rally the Tang Sect and once more compose the song of the Unrivaled Tang Sect?

Everything was going so well. It was the perfect path toward greatness.

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.