Chimaera's Conquest: The Legend Of The Devourer - Chapter 101: Chief (1)

Hello, 1983! I am back!

My relatives, my partners, my hometown, everything changes because of me…

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He was a loser in his past life, useless, but at least he never truly lacked anything. He had money, food, a roof over his head, and everything he thought he needed.He had never fought a day in his life, he didn't need to struggle for his life.Then he got hit by a bus… and woke up in another world.A world where destruction and bloodshed were the norm. A world shattered by apocalypse, where people lived on floating islands and sailed across the skies in airborne ships. A world where the weak had no place to survive.Now, he inhabits the body of a Dragon, the weakest of the royal bloodline. A cursed runt abandoned by his siblings, carrying their curse.He is now known as Kaedros, the Dragon of the Sun.He was banished and thrown into the human territory, to fend for himself in the midst of the enemies that wanted him dead.But now as a Dragon, given a second chance, he didn't want to waste it by being a loser a second time. This time, there's inheritance to claim, territories to conquer and galactic, dimensional enemies to fight._________________So I'm going to add this. The pacing is going to be in the middle, not fast or slow. And the MC won't just get insanely overpowered at the start.He's not going to be a weakling either, after all from the title, you already know how things are going to end.I value character developments, so you'll see a lot of that as well.Things are going to develop in a reasonable way.Ps— you're already adding this to your library, so just start reading now!!

When Viscount Ascham’s House’s eldest daughter, Adele von Ascham, became 10 years old, she remembered everything with an intense headache.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.