The Butcher of Gadobhra - Chapter 494: All it takes to Win are a few Brains

Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her.

His eyes were dark and serious. “…Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours.”

Gu Nianzhi: “!!!”

After traveling to the Great Wilderness, Shen Can became the Ancestral Temple Keeper of the Blazing Flame Tribe due to his 'frail' body, responsible for the daily cleaning, offering incense, and routine sacrifices at the Clan Ancestral Temple..Shen Can fulfilled his duty as Ancestral Temple Keeper by using the 'Simurgh Blade' to pierce Wild Beasts' necks, extracting their blood to offer to the ancestors, only to discover that he could absorb their lifespan to deduce a cultivation method.

(From Chapter 1-30 is just a prologue. It's a long one, but it is one nonetheless. The story starts from chapter 31.)(Synopsis for Chapter 1 to 30)What happens when an average guy from our world becomes an almighty Demon Lord?Well, craziness follows!Join the journey of the Demon Lord Alan as he starts ridiculous just to become even more ridiculous.He is a Demon Lord. He is a God.He is just a thrill-seeking human.(Synopsis for the story)Born as the weakest Demon Heir, Alan finds himself inheriting the blessing of the Demon Lord that changes his life forever.From a guy who couldn't even get stronger to inheriting the power of the multiverse.This is a journey of a Demon Heir who has a group of helper that can help understand the truth behind the world and help him become the strongest being in the universe.Besides that, it won't be bad to have a little bit of fun with his audience, right?----------------------Hello! Hello! Hello!It's me, Alan. If you enjoy my journey as a protagonist and my world, then don't forget to support me with Powerstones, Gifts and Golden Tickets.

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.