The Villain's Face Slapping Counterattack - Chapter 118

In the darkest and most cruelest dungeon is the birth of a specie who lives his every day life trying not to fall prey to the claws of the predators.

To survive amongst predators, one most shed off the flesh of a prey and take on the skin of an even bigger predator.

Power Ranking

Note

The numbers refer to existential value, and all lifeforms has it.

ADVENTURER GUILD POWER RANKING

Lv 1 - 20 = F (1 - 49)

Lv 20 - 30 = E (50 - 99)

Lv 30 - 50 = D (100 - 499)

Lv 50 - 60 = C (500 - 999)

Lv 60 - 80 = B (1,000 - 4,999)

Lv 80 - 100 = A (5,000 - 9,999)

Lv 100 - 200 = S (10,000 - 19,999)

Lv 200 - 500 = SS (20,000 - 29,999)

LV 500 - 900 = SSS (30,000 - 49,999)

LV 900 - 1000 = XS (50,000 - 99,999)

SPIRITUAL ENTITY RANKING SYSTEM BELOW

■MONSTERS AND OTHER NON-HUMAN LIFEFORMS

●Apocalypse > 100,000,000 - 1,000,000,000

●Armageddon > 10,000,000 - 99,999,999

●Cataclysm > 1,000,000 - 9,999,999

●Disaster > 100,000 - 999,999

■HUMAN

●Transcendent > 100,000,000 - 1,000,000,000

●Warlord > 10,000,000 - 99,999,999

●Mystical > 1,000,000 - 9,999,999

●Heroic > 100,000 - 999,999

So, apparently I'm Albedo now...And to make things worse, I'm in the DC universe, which one exactly, I've got no fucking clue.Fuck man! Why do I have to be in the body of a inverted person! Do you know how attention drawing white hair and red eyes look like in the real world?! It's been like what, the 4th person who asked me if they were natural?!...I gotta dye this shit black, like my original hair was...(Author note: This fanfic is an AU of my other fanfic, where instead of Samael being in Marvel he is in DC/Young Justice.The world is a mix of the animated series and the comics - to give myself both a blueprint to work with and enough leeway, since I plan to make the characters have more of their comic capabilities.Also, It also has a chat group element, currently having Aizen, Light, and Azula in it as well as Samael.I hope you all enjoy it, see ya!)

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.

Elias' world was destroyed right in front of his eyes. Only after his transmigration did he learn that there was nothing natural about its destruction.“Mother, I passed my Practical Exams! I was so lucky to get a weak world like Earth for my practicals! It only took a few months!”The person who destroyed his world was the eldest son of the family he was transmigrated to, the Ashborns.He could never forget his sister's cries when she suffered and eventually died from the virus that wreaked havoc in his world. And here he was, the person responsible, laughing.Elias wanted to repay the favor. He wanted to bring absolute ruination to these people. And for that, he had to play by their rules. He had to become the Architect of an Apocalypse…