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Dennis died the way he lived, slumped over his computer in his mother’s basement, surrounded by junk food, unfinished games, and a life that never went anywhere. A failure until the very end, his story should have ended with judgment and a quiet descent into the afterlife.

But something interfered.

Before his soul could be processed, his trial was intercepted by the Greater Kobold, the universal deity of the Kobold race, a fading god whose people stood on the brink of extinction. Instead of judgment, Dennis was given an offer. Not redemption. Not forgiveness. Power.

He was offered a new life as the last God Agent of the Kobold race, a chosen savior tasked with leading a dying species back to prosperity.

Dennis accepted.

Reborn on the central continent of Athedal as Ka’z, a lowly kobold at the bottom of the food chain, he quickly discovers that survival alone is a miracle. Kobolds are hunted, enslaved, and exterminated by every major race, including orcs, elves, dwarves, demi-humans, and even humans. Their tribes are scattered, their numbers dwindling, and their name synonymous with weakness.

Yet Ka’z carries the will of a god and the chance to become something greater than he ever was.

This is the story of a loser who died forgotten and was reborn as the architect of the first prosperous Kobold Empire. In a brutal world ruled by magic, monsters, and ancient powers, Ka’z must unite a broken race, carve out territory in hostile lands, and transform cowardly survivors into a civilization capable of standing among giants.

Can Ka’z truly become the savior of a dying race, or will he prove that even a god can make a mistake?

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Lan'ka retreated continuously under Rudor's relentless assault, his feet scraping against the stone as he narrowly avoided another vicious swing. Rudor's blood axe cleaved through the air with enough force to make the wind whistle around its edge, and Lan'ka sidestepped at the last possible moment. The blade slammed into the ground barely an inch from his foot, sending fragments of stone scattering across the tunnel.


Lan'ka immediately jumped backward to create more distance, but Rudor was already pulling his weapon free. The blood mage didn't give him even a moment to breathe. His crimson body surged forward again, his movements becoming increasingly aggressive as the battle continued. Every step brought him closer, and every swing forced Lan'ka farther toward the wall.


Chapter 91 - Vaal'kor Vs Ashmork: Nearing The Climax