The Forgotten Pulse of the Bond - Chapter 103: Trial of Fire

Kurt was born to a poor Baronetcy of Arnold. He was a genius pastry chef in the previous world.

In a world teeming with mythical races—dragons, vampires, elves, and more—Pyris Obsidian finds himself reborn as the Champion of Lilith, the Goddess of Lust. Armed with her divine blessings and an ancient Obsidian bloodline, Pyris is thrust into a deadly world where power is the only currency, and ambition can turn men into gods—or their prey. The empires of Argos teeter on the brink of chaos, with Immortals lurking in the shadows, and gods watching from above, waiting for mortals to fall. As Pyris rises, so does his influence over the magical world, manipulating power, desire, and even reality itself. But the gods and their champions won’t stand idle while a new force of lust and dominance rises. With forbidden magic, unparalleled charm, and an insatiable hunger for conquest, Pyris must navigate treacherous alliances, deceitful enemies, and seductive allies, all while keeping the truth of his destiny hidden. For in this world, desire is power, and Pyris will stop at nothing to claim what is his—even if it means defying the gods themselves. Will Pyris bend the world to his will, or will the forces of the divine bring him to his knees? Only time will tell, as he embarks on a journey of lust, magic, and unrivaled ambition.

❗[Current Writing Contest-WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Fantas]❗Flain grew up in a futuristic world. When he was born his parents didn't want him because he didn't live up to their expectations and so he ended up very badly.Flain was employed as a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders.Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend.The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat.Flain worked like this from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flain couldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face.Before bed, Flain cried. “I will become the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will become my slaves.”Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on.At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation.In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at any cost, even if it meant training himself to death.Experiments were conducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant.Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himself command of ten soldiers and becoming a small commander.But one day, everything changed.Flain then dies, is swallowed by darkness, and Flain refuses to die, thus appearing as a skeleton in a fantasy world.

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.