Hidden Dead Ends - Chapter 8

“Dragons rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback.”_______Power comes from the beast you tame in this world, and you need to do it at the tender age of ten.Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future.Too bad for our protagonist.When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt.Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option, his aging parents sold everything for his chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing.But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer?Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? The apex predators? Turns out they start small too, so...He’s going to tame everything, every evolutionary line.How?Turns out, his summon isn’t useless after all.Step one: survive long enough to unlock his gift.Step two: tame creatures nobody else dares to touch.Step three: become the strongest tamer the world has ever seen and laugh in the face of those who doubted him.As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise.Because in this world, strength isn’t just about the creature you summon; it’s about the bond you forge, the risks you take, and the will to rise when the world drags you down.Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Even better, every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’._______Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, questionable life choices, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions, over-the-top power fantasy, and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest.A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him.Spoiler alert: It won’t.For those who love an underdog, an over-the-top power fantasy, and a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you.If you’re looking for a more serious or a bit grim-dark story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;)This one’s about having fun, taming dragons and expectations._______If you want to know more about the cover:Yep, that's Luna lounging like it's a casual afternoon… on two dragons, no less.The white side looks regal, the dark side (dark blue one) radiates menace, and Luna? She’s caught somewhere in between, with her skin and clothes morphing into shimmering scales from their power.Oh, and don’t miss the tiny horns.It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss. Sitting on dragons, half-transformed, and pulling off the ultimate power move.If they can put one dragon in their covers… I may as well put 2!We will use the same Discord from Utopian, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4_______Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the “liberal” route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

# cinderella # supportingcharacter

Song Ci transmigrated into a book as a cannon fodder supporting female character with a burden, also known as her younger brother. The burden Song Yujin said calmly, “Do you plan on hitting me today? If so, hurry up. I have homework to do.” Song Ci was speechless. Wasn’t this the male lead who was tortured by his sister at a young age, and then grew up and tortured the sister back?! As she recalled how the story progressed, Song Ci shuddered and revealed a kind smile. “Yujin, go on and do your homework if you want to. Are you hungry? Why don’t I make you something?” Song Yujin became wary as if his sister was now using a new method to torture him. Song Ci tried several times to gain Song Yujin’s favor but failed, and that made her want to cry.

This day, their cheapskate aunt who rarely paid them a visit suddenly showed up. “Cici, take your cousin’s place and marry Lu Gan. Both of you have burdens so you won’t complain about each other.” Song Ci was speechless. What kind of bullsh*t was this? She had read the book and knew the real story. Their aunt’s family only aimed for Lu Gan because of his good looks and wealthy family background. But now that Lu Gan’s legs were ruined in a car crash, they were trying to push this mess to her instead! Song Ci said, “Sure, I’ll marry him.” Song Ci wanted to refuse, but then she remembered that Lu Gan and his ruthless son ended up hating her in the book for refusing the marriage! If she didn’t agree, her life would be endangered! After they got married…

Lu Gan: My dear, are you hungry? Why don’t I make you something?

The great villain: Mom, I earned a billion. That’ll be your pocket money!

Song Yujin: I saw a rather acceptable necklace in an auction. It’s almost worthy of you, I guess.

Song Xi was speechless. All of a sudden, she was being pampered by bigshots!

“Let’s get a divorce,” Chen Jinyao said.

She knew that she was only a supporting character in this novel world. The male lead only married her as a business relationship and, sooner or later, the female lead of the story would eventually show up.

If Chen Jinyao was indecisive about leaving, only heartbreak would follow.

Something pulled her thin white wrist, and next thing she knew, she was pushed down and pressed against a pillow. Yan Cheng’s peach blossom eyes bored into her in discontent as he declared, “Only in your dreams!”

After spending a colorful night, she was too tired to lift a finger.

When she fell asleep in Yan Cheng’s arms, she had a dream.

In her dream, she had turned 80 years old.

But can someone tell her why she still hadn’t left the marriage at that age?

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.