Martial Arts Master - Chapter 663 - Life in the War-torn Zones

Aron was a child of the unorthodox beast monger race that thrived in what many considered hell itself, Limbo. A place full of chaos, death and misery where only the strong, cunning and cruel survived.

Follow Aron’s vicious journey as he faces the most dreadful of beasts, the most talented of humans, and many other races for their power and territory, all for the sake of pursuing knowledge and true understanding of Limbo and the secrets it holds.

An existence that grows to be feared, respected and even worshipped by some wherever he goes.

This is the bloody tale of Aron Limbo.

“Why would I do something that doesn’t benefit me? Be selfish and be cruel because life will never take pity on you. If you can’t accept this truth then you and I walk very different paths.”

300 years after becoming a Demon King, the war angel Ansel faced a serious problem during a certain expedition.

——His halo grew out once again.

Ansel picked an auspicious place that was definitely and absolutely unmanned, and while cursing, he simply and skillfully broke off the newly emerged angelic aperture.

This thing was growing out faster and faster!

When will his undercover mission end already?!

The demon realm was divided and ruled by three kings. Demon King Saros was forced to go on an expedition with his sworn enemy, Ansel.

One day, he noticed Ansel sneaking away from everyone.

Saros decisively followed him, and was shocked to find that his sworn enemy, another demon king of the demon realm, took off a horn headband and fake bat wings. As Ansel cursed up and down, Saros watched as he skillfully removed a cute halo from his head.

This irritable, easily angered guy who loves fighting; the type that was cute when he shuts up but could make even demons angered to the point of ascending to heaven the moment he opens his mouth…

..was actually an angel???

- Description from Novelupdates

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.