MTL - Real Apocalypse Game - Chapter 26 burn, bunker

He is the heir of Di Hao Group; decisive, cold-blooded yet dotes on his wife a little too much.

One day, I was summoned to this world.

Ye Qianning has become a six-year-old Xiaotuanzi. Not only does she have dual-line abilities, but she also has four fathers.

“father!”

Tuanzi cried and chirped, and the four big bosses in the prime of life of the imperial capital were all in a mess in the wind.

Wenchen’s father: “Little girl, father can’t be mistaken, hurry up and go back where you came from.”

Father Fox: “If I have a daughter, she must be the most beautiful woman in the world. How can I be as fat as a ball!”

Huang Shang’s father: “Three generations of my Gu family can’t have a daughter, how could she be the seed of my Gu family.”

The general’s father was very excited: “Hahaha, I was destined to have no children, and God suddenly gave me a meat bun. Let’s go, my daughter and father go home!”

A little girl suddenly appeared in the General’s Mansion, which provoked several influential people in the capital to lie on the corner every day, and finally stopped leaving. Qi Qi said, when will my daughter go home with them, and when will they leave.

The general’s father was angry: “Why didn’t you recognize it back then, now whoever dares to snatch my daughter from me, I will fight with him.”

The serious young lady next to her whispered with her little hands behind her back: “She will marry me as a daughter-in-law when she grows up.”

Hearing that the eyes of the four big bosses were on fire, it was extremely dangerous.

Tuanzi looked at the drama that was performed every day, and helplessly supported her forehead: “She just wants to raise a big space so that she can live a long life… Don’t lose the vest.”

“Group Pet” “One to One, Childhood Sweetheart”

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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.