Chapter 381: Chapter 255: Reincarnated as a Kobold_2
This was the loss of a body that had been cultivated for such a long time and was sacrificed to this world to gain merit.
The reason was poverty; otherwise, using the Celestial Demon Possession Talisman to directly create an alt, now that would be upscale stuff.
Currently, the nest of kobolds where Small Knife was born had as many as thirteen pups.
Small Knife looked around and, because of the choice, most of the other kobold pups were stronger than himself. Although he was not the weakest, he was among the top three weakest.
Sucking on kobold milk, Small Knife shyly comforted himself, thinking of it as sheep milk, just using his mouth directly, it’s the same once you get used to it.
Moreover, in such a competitive environment, half of the kobold pups couldn’t get enough to drink, Small Knife included.
And Small Knife was actually bullied, pushed around by another pup just to snatch some milk.
However, Small Knife could cook up some extras through his personal space.
Reflecting afterward, was it the kobold instincts that made him fight?
Why did it feel so strange?
A bit frustrated, he could only practice on his brothers.
Suddenly, he beat those kobold pups till they howled, letting them know who was the boss in this nest.
With great effort, he persisted for three days.
In the kobold hole, Small Knife became invincible, beating the other pups into submission till they no longer dared to provoke him.
Small Knife didn’t use any other means; he just had his personal space, ate well, and drank well.
Unranked juice served as food, and soon his body developed beyond even the strongest pup.
Small Knife discovered that kobolds had an astonishing ability to absorb and utilize food, gaining experience from eating at a rate ten times that of his previous tribe, unbelievable.
Simply eating could rapidly enhance power.
But the food was running out.
In this scenario, if Small Knife wasn’t kind-hearted, the weakest pups would likely starve to death over the inability to compete, more than one even.
Finally, after three days, they weaned.
This is the treatment for the direct descendants of an elite dogman warrior?
Looking at the tossed roots and leaves in the nest, Small Knife was dumbfounded.
This stuff was even moldy.
Weaned in three days? That’s too cruel, but that’s it, and the food? Seriously?
Then a scramble ensued, the weaker kobolds were bitten and howled yet fearlessly charged forward.
Leading them back full of scratches, they whimpered and instinctively hid behind Small Knife.
Feeling sorry for them, Small Knife shared a bit more food.
Only three days after birth, weaned, Small Knife and the other pups ventured out from the hole they had dominated for three days, which was just a cave.
This was just an offshoot cave.
Three days after birth, they could move around freely.
Soon, Small Knife learned that this was the lair of his physical body’s father, a Third Realm Level 400 elite dogman warrior.
The area wasn’t small.
The kobolds residing there numbered over three hundred.
Apart from his many consorts, the rest were his offspring, and all were minors.
Typically, only about two-thirds of a litter survived, but all of Small Knife’s litter lived.
Such a rare event attracted this powerful elite warrior of Third Realm Level 400 who held a distinguished status even within the tribe.
He curiously inspected his pups.
They were generally robust.
After inspecting, he seemed disappointed, muttering, all survived, it’s a miracle, yet hoped for one with a bloodline, what a pity.
The power of bloodline, Small Knife innately understood the kobold language.
"Damn!" Had he known earlier to activate the bloodline, Small Knife reacted too late.
He had quite the loot in his personal space, no shortage of bloodlines, but worried that by activating it too soon, he’d stand out and cause trouble.
Shooting the bird that sticks its head out.
So despite eating a lot, he didn’t dare to level up directly.
With effort.
In this nest of pups, he ranked second in size, but repeatedly beat up the strongest one.
Then he’d give it some food, just to let it grow faster, stronger than him.
In this way, the ’head-sticking-out bird’ could shield him from disasters.
Soon, this body’s father left disappointed.
Small Knife quickly discovered his father had a massive harem, nearly every month there were newborns; this kobold was really something.
If not for the food shortage, he could quickly breed a tribe by himself.
Seven days later, not even the discarded weeds and leaves were available.
Thus, they could leave the cave, go out to find food, and fend for themselves.
Their survival depended on him finding food.
The only benefit was before adulthood, they could stay in this cave.
From the information Small Knife gathered, now was the toughest time; typically, out of a dozen pups, only one or two could find food, survive, and grow to First Realm adulthood.
Small Knife kicked.
The largest kobold was kicked by him and obediently led the way outside.
Small Knife followed.
He wasn’t afraid, just low-key, just low-key.
All the other kobolds obediently followed behind Small Knife.
No choice, they were beaten into submission, developed servility, knowing following this big brother, they wouldn’t starve.
They left the cave.
For the first time seeing the world outside the cave.
Oh boy, it was desolate outside.
The density of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi here was higher, and the outside land was very fertile, logically supposed to be full of plants, but actually, not a single stalk grew.
Looking out, there were all kinds of kobold holes, some twisted mud huts, stretching beyond sight, in extreme quantities.
Also, clearly chaotic to the extreme.
Searching everywhere for food, finding none but seeing plenty of hungry kobolds.
Relying on strength, Small Knife quickly understood.
Those low huts were homes to Second Realm kobolds; only Third Realm ones could have their own caves.
As for First Realm Hundred Level adult kobolds, hmm, they just lay outside on the ground as their home, without the right to form families.
Even many became slaves of stronger kobolds.
Female kobolds were hard to come by; even if you wanted to, there wasn’t a chance for these First Realm kobolds.
After several days, without Small Knife, several of his brothers would have starved to death by now.
Not only them but other kobolds were also starving just the same.
But they were of higher level, more able to withstand hunger.
If this continued, all would die; how these kobolds survived remained a mystery.
Small Knife found it incredible; from what’s been gathered, ever since the damn goblins occupied this world as the dragon subordinates.
Yet even the lowest kobolds were almost always hungry; only the powerful Third Realm ones could eat their fill.
But the problem was, it wasn’t just about hunger now, but starving to death because there wasn’t a single root grass to be found.
Just as Small Knife was puzzled, planning to let a few of his brothers starve to death, otherwise compared to other kobolds, they’d stand out too much.
At worst, let them eat less and not grow so fast.
Unexpectedly, suddenly, it started raining.
All around were cheering kobolds, gulping down rainwater.
Then Small Knife and the others were driven back in.
Seemed worried about them stealing food?
Small Knife puzzled, stealing rainwater?
Truly pitiful.
Small Knife and others could only return to the cave, lingering outside might get them killed.
Inside the cave, all kobolds were restless, very excited, drooling as if awaiting a feast.
This was enough for hundreds of kobolds, all were not yet adult.
Once they reach adulthood, they’d enter the First Realm, breaking through the Hundred Level.
Small Knife secretly surprised, the kobold race he’d disdained; relying on bloodline power, even if weak, they directly pierced the initial bottleneck with bloodline, Hundred Level had no bottleneck, even the weakest bloodline could directly break through Hundred Level.
On the contrary, players, adulthood meant Level 10, lacking bloodline.
And kobolds, relying on bloodlines unable to break the Hundred Level bottleneck, such poor bloodlines were very rare and didn’t live long.
Soon, female kobolds came over.
Probably his cheapskate father’s concubine or something.
Directly indicating Small Knife they needed to submit some food during the rain dining season, otherwise they’d be driven out before adulthood to fend for themselves.
Small Knife didn’t understand, but once allowed out, stepping out of the cave grasped it.