Sweet Wife in My Arms - Chapter 2414

While reading a book, a sparkle of light disappeared. And, as it did, a message appeared.

Leon never asked for greatness.He just wanted to escape his flirty stepbrother and survive another miserable day.But fate had other plans—delivered by a lightning bolt and a cosmic accident.Reborn in a brutal world of mana, monsters, and cultivation, Leon starts at the bottom.No legacy. No allies. No system.Just seven divine treasure spins.And then—everything changes.[Class: Elemental Paragon(SSS)]A class whispered only in dread. A name that doesn’t exist—only a myth followed.Along with the class came another gift.[Ding!][Host successfully connected to Cosmic System!]Unlike the standard system others in his world use, Leon’s was different.It came with features no one else had—like a mysterious [SHOP], filled with items so rare they bordered on myth. Treasures that could warp reality. Twist fate.Even in the lowest of the low Earthly Planes, Leon could purchase artifacts of Legendary or even Mythical rank.But every treasure had a cost—one no amount of gold could pay.And then there was the [CHAT]. A place where the most terrifying beings in existence—galaxy-shattering Absolutes and universe-warping entities—casually exchanged words.Like The Keeper of The Dimensions, Lord of Space and Time…In that chat, Leon was mistaken as one of them.One of the powerful.One of the untouchable.In reality, he was weaker than a worm compared to them.But that wouldn’t last.Leon made himself a quiet promise:'One day, I’ll meet them for real.''And when I do…''I won’t be mistaken anymore.'He’ll rise.He’ll reach the apex.And the stars will remember his name.____#NO NTR#NO Yuri

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.

When I was 15-years-old, during the year that I graduated from middle school, my father told me this.