I, the Supreme Overlord, Start by Enslaving the Zerg Queen - Chapter 110: The Desert Caravan

She was kicked out of the house shortly after coming of age because she was found to be the fake daughter.Everyone said she was so unfortunate that she had fallen from a wealthy family to an unknown poor and remote village.It was heard that her new family was extremely poor. She had to feed chickens in the morning, grind feed at night, and might even be sold by her family to finance her brothers' weddings.However, what was going on?Her eldest brother is a business elite and a financial tycoon;Her second brother is a medical genius;Her third brother is an award-winning actor and a super idol;Her fourth brother is the most powerful lawyer.It was said that her grandfather with poor health was a big shot only seen in the news...Her father, who dominated half of the business world, said, “My real daughter had returned! I was going to give her pocket money to let her spend freely!”A certain incredibly wealthy CEO said, “Baby! I will follow you wherever you go!”She replied, “Go away, or I'll kill you!”The CEO said, “She told me to go away! She must love me!”

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.

There are gods in the sky, there are people on the earth, and there are no immortals in the world.

Three thousand years ago, the gods descended.

The cataclysm of the world, the aura weakens, and the immortals disappear;

One hundred and fifty years ago, the gods descended.

The rich Chipa Plateau and the invincible Panlong Ancient City have all been turned into loess;

After another hundred years, I, descended…

But the starting point to unravel all the mysteries, and even the key to survival in troubled times, starts with being a good dude;

Start from learning to hide the front and defend the clumsiness;

Start with an adventure;

Starting from reversing the established fate;

Most importantly, start by entering the dreamland of the gods.

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