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Fluke was the worst kobold who ever lived. He was a clumsy, awkward, malformed, 50-ton, thick-scaled, razor-clawed, creature of unimaginable destruction. He caved in the entire east copper mine with a swing of his tail, and he nearly crushedthe hatchery caretaker Tenderclaw beneath his massive feet. He was truly the worst. Now, I know what you're thinking. That... sounds like I'm talking about a dragon. But no. Fluke was confident he was a simple kobold. He knew it. Everyone in the tribe knew it. Hatched from an egg? Check. Raised by kobolds? Check. Lives underground in caves? Check. Clearly, a kobold. Dragons were royalty.  Powerful, majestic, titanic beasts of pure elemental power. And Fluke certainly wasn't any of that. After all, no all-powerful dragon would toil away in the mines like he did… right? But when the humans attacked one day, and he saw his friend struck down , Fluke began to learn there might be parts of himself he’s… overlooked. Please, have a seat, and let me tell you about Fluke. The Worst Kobold. A non-zero chance to be an upcoming 3d animated movie! What to expect: Native protagonists. (No LitRPG or Isekai, though I'm a big fan of the genres! A cozy comedy centered around a dragon convinced he's a kobold. No harem! Main character has enough trouble asking out one kobold. Interconnected stories with different points of views, including the badass warrior kobold love interest, the noble prince who'd be the main character elsewhere, and a pluck minorly magic goblin! 48% more kobolds than other stories Art done by: Flar

Ten thousand years ago, the Ascended Masters abandoned this realm, leaving behind a saturated, chaotic wasteland. Now, the remnants—towering, violent giants bloated on stagnant Qi—rule the ruins of the golden age. They don't cultivate. They just exist, trapped in an endless, brutal loop of survival and stagnation. Julian didn't reincarnate with a magical system, a heavenly physique, or a mysterious master. He fell from the void as a hundred-and-twenty-pound mortal with a degree in Ethnobotany, a pocket of stainless steel acupuncture needles, and a terrifying realization: he is the weakest thing in a world of predators. To the giants, he is just a rabbit. A piece of soft meat. To survive, Julian must prove he is a useful tool, but not too useful. He can't fight them, and the tribe only wants to use him, but Julian didn’t dedicate his life to studying the lost arts of cultivation for nothing. Using forgotten mortal medicine to bypass overloaded meridians, he begins to systematically hack the anatomy of the world's monsters to forge his own foundation. But the giants are a dead end. Clinical, selfish, and obsessed with their own survival, they will never see Julian as anything more than an expendable asset. When forced to choose between the familiar cruelty of humanoid masters and the terrifying, toxic unknown of the deep wild, Julian walks into the dark. He chooses the monsters. Stepping into the domain of a dying, Sovereign-tier horror, Julian leaves humanity behind. He won't just hack his way to a foundation; he will engineer his own faction from the ground up. Julian is going to build the Unbound Sovereign Sect, and he won't use a single human to do it. <Author’s Note / Disclaimer:> The medical, anatomical, and acupuncture theories discussed in this novel are based on real-world traditional practices and botanical science. However, they are heavily dramatized for the sake of survival fantasy. Do not attempt to use two-inch surgical steel needles to vent your friend's stagnant Qi, treat snake bites with random ferns, or perform deep-tissue Shenshu point demolition on yourself. It will not give you the physical mass of a giant; it will just put you in the hospital. Read the fiction, leave the needles to the professionals.

What happens when the unluckiest man on Earth gets a class based purely on luck? I died in the most beautiful place a man could die - a shady gambling parlour run by a local thug. I'd never won anything in life, except for a couple of bucks in a pack of chips, and that luck was sure to follow me into the afterlife. Turns out heaven isn't as nice as they say. It's quite fucking awful, actually. A four-foot-in-heels goddess of luck took one look at my soul, decided I was a problem, and awakened something in me that dragged me into a whole new world. Now this awakened System has decided my entire combat class should be Gambler. Do you want to know how it works? I throw a punch, the System flips a coin, and if it comes up wrong, it bills me. And it does that by attacking me, not the guy I was trying to hit. Everyone keeps telling me to bet small. Bet safe. Survive. Yeah. We'll see.