The Warden of The Witches - Chapter 85:

When Xiao Fei was three years old, he was caught by a man with a sharp-nosed monkey and taught him to cultivate. The old man is Sun Wukong. In the past ten years, he has taught him the eyes of the fire, the copper and the iron bones, and the great product of the immortality… After the learning, Xiao Fei went down the mountain and accidentally entered a noble school. Pure school flowers, the best Lori, Miss Qianjin, beautiful maid… I like to sleep with him. Oh no, it’s a friend.

- Description from Biquge.com.cn (translated)

Doomsday comes, and human beings enter the heavenly world.
Ten years later, Yang Chen, who was betrayed tragically, returned strongly with the Tianyu bug. In this life, he vowed to make the betrayal pay the price. He has a powerful bug bonus, just like an open hang. Frightened to hear…

- Description from novelbuddy

What people do, heaven sees. Evil-doers will receive punishment. But there is always someone who thought that because they have the protagonist halo, they could do whatever and bully whomever all they want without any consequences. Then, let’s just remove their halo and tear down their mask of hypocrisy. Let those scum men and goody two-shoes experience “putting yourself in other’s shoes”, so they would know they were at fault.

At first, Lu Jingqian thought he had to sacrifice his body in order to complete the task. But there are three benefits in doing so; having great items, living a good life, and having a high face value. After a long while, he also felt quite good… what to do?

System, “Can you be more modest? Please remember when you first rejected the idea, what about those just and upright words you said before?”

Lu Jingqian looked at the sky, “Modest? What’s that? Can it be eaten?”

- Description from Novelupdates

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.