MTL - Modify Super God - Chapter 133 Enough "taste"!

In this world, strong warriors are needed in order to conquer the hot crimson desert. The Pareia Tribal-Chief’s first-born son, named Yulian Provoke, routinely gallops through the stormy deserts alone. Only to find someone of destiny – an otherworldly man that would change his fate forever. This same young child who struggles to find purpose while embodying both ambition and revenge into his very own hands as he awaits that faithful day of confronting a particular person that was, supposedly, the culprit of his blood-mother’s death. At first, he was alone; but then after, he forms the RED STORM division – a group of powerful warriors at his command – in hopes of Conquering the Desert, braving towards those who oppose him, and bringing great fortune to his tribe.

[Do you find life dull?][Do you want to experience a different life in another world?][We have an array of roles for you to experience: tycoons, assassins, hunters, beggars, and countless other random identities.][Would you like to start the game now?][Yes][No]Laughable. How could I, a law-abiding good citizen, find life dull?He Ao sneered and chose [Yes][Initializing system...][Loading game.][Welcome to the Copy World game][Loading beginner tasks, currently matching you with a random life role.][Match successful]——This is the story of a law-abiding good citizen embarking on countless lives in the chaotic and mad Copy World. (Confirmed)

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 am Supreme