The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian - Chapter 258

In a world that blends the magic of the steam age with the grandeur of the medieval era, a man wakes up suddenly in a body he does not recognize, in a strange reality that does not belong to him, bearing a name that is not his and a mind stripped of all memories. His name is Jevan or so they say.In the city of Medlia, specifically in the lower district, where poverty and misery reign, the people are not ruled by laws but by fear of the gangs.Jevan discovers the existence of extraordinary powers known as Authorities abilities that defy all logic, wielded by some for domination and by others as a means of survival. Before long, he finds himself cornered on all sides:Bloodthirsty gangs, mysterious agents, secret organizations. He becomes entangled in countless troubles from a past that is not his own. In a city torn apart by class struggles, devouring those without power, Jevan begins a journey to uncover himself or the truth of the body he never chose and has no luxury of escaping.

Yao Jinxi likes spring. This is because after spring, the weather becomes warmer. His favourite new tea would also be on the market by then.

I, Olga Rifald, have remembered the moment my engagement was canceled.

I had died in an accident and got reborn as the heroine in the Otome Game “Princess Road”.

The end of this engagement signifies the start of the game.

… And, if I’m careless, I will head towards the death route at full speed.

… Eh? Isn’t that dangerous? Ain’t dying dangerous?

I have already died in my past life, so at least here, I would like to live peacefully…!

… That being the case, I will do my best to aim towards the slowlife.

… Even though that was the plan!

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.