Mythical Three Kingdoms - Chapter 848 - 809: The Bridge

His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

Five years ago, she was schemed by her sister and became pregnant. Five years later, she returns with strength and becomes a money god in everyone's eyes.“President Jiang, Mr. Xu sent over two pairs of 10-carat earrings, hoping to collaborate with you.”“Vulgar, throw them away.”“President Jiang, Mr. Zhang bought a plane and sent it over, asking where you plan to invest in the next project?”“President Jiang, the kindergarten teacher called, saying the little miss was bullied.”She drove straight to the school, only to see her brothers nervously surrounding her sister. She smiled lightly and walked over slowly.

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.

To rise from defeat; to revive amidst the dissipation.