Banished Disciple's Counterattack - Chapter 200

Transmigration.The word still hit Regal like a cold splash of water - a reminder of how his old life, against all his wild imagination, had ended in the least cinematic way possible.No heroic sacrifice. No tearful goodbyes. Not even a poetic monologue.Just… poof.Lights out, curtains down, and show over.Yet, here he was, still alive.Regal Seraphsail - same name, same dreams, but in a world fourteen years into the past.New packaging, though.It was December 2009, in a world that was almost - but not quite - Earth.Then, there was The System.It rewarded him with skills, scripts, and creativity, all tailored to help him become the greatest storyteller this world had ever seen.For Regal, it was the perfect tool.Because, with or without it, Regal’s singular dream had always been cinema - and he will achieve it this time.From writing world-changing stories to directing films that redefined the industry, Regal was determined to become the biggest figure Hollywood had ever seen.His first step?Penning a book called＜Harry Potter＞and watching it take the world by storm.=====Points to be noted:- This is a Parallel World. With different people, different backgrounds, and different ages. So, expect plenty of unexpected surprise cameos of celebrities.- No Harem (OC Female Lead).- The MC is not a money driven person, but he understands the practical need for success to bring his visions to life.- Don’t expect an overly realistic portrayal of Hollywood’s dark side, other issues, or any overly grim themes.- I am here to write a fun and entertaining story, not to delve into anything beyond that or political themes.=====If you are enjoying the story and want to read early chapters, consider supporting me on Patreon!–> /OrgoWritersI will be posting this story on RoyalRoad, AO3, and ScribbleHub.….

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.

A long time ago, the decayed main god space collapsed and disintegrated, and the wreckage was scattered in parallel universes, giving birth to a new space…

Countless ‘story worlds’ under control have also fallen into the void, regained freedom, runaway out of control, elevated to reality, and turned into reality.

At the same time, these “worlds” are polluted and corroded by the void, giving birth to greater fear and filth…

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The space of birth feeds on the world.

They compete with each other, their tentacles penetrate through dimensions, invade different time and space, search for the legacy of the main god, drive the apostles to be minions, greedily tearing, seizing, devouring, and reclaiming one world after another, so that they can return to greatness.

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The innocent eating melon and white waves with the legacy of the Lord God accidentally got involved in the parallel universe “Paradise of Fire” during a cross-border call.

After forcibly binding the demi-human blood, he became an excellent tool man who can repeatedly die, starting the legendary ‘dimension invasion career’.

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Juvenile Qin Chen, the star gate was taken, repaired as abolished, but it was awakened to the memory of the nine ninth, and opened the tenth journey of the sky. Wanjie is a book, I write a pen and write a thousand worlds. The hundred fields are mountains, my heart is the sea, and I walk out of the heavens. Hand Optimus, foot on the ground, this world, I am the emperor, who, dare not to accept?

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