by Dream03
In a world where cultivation determines one's worth, the weak are not pitied—they are forgotten. Born as the runt of an Ankylosaurus bloodline, Kharok entered the world as a disappointment. His scales were thin, his tail club was stunted, and a rare mutation left him with four arms instead of two. To his clan, he wasn't a blessing or even a burden worth mourning. He was labor. Raised on scraps, worked harder than the strongest, and eventually traded away for supplies, Kharok learned a lesson long before he ever cultivated his first strand of Qi: Everything has a price. Purchased by the Ashen Root Sect, Kharok is granted the lowest title a cultivator can hold—a Servant Disciple. With crippled talent and the slowest cultivation speed in the sect, he is denied proper resources, mocked by fellow disciples, and left to survive by farming mortal crops to pay his monthly dues. While others temper their bodies in spiritual chambers, Kharok spends his days knee-deep in mud, harvesting grain simply to earn another month beneath the sect's banner. But Kharok does not seek justice, friendship, or recognition. He has no dream of proving his clan wrong. No desire to protect the weak. No interest in becoming a hero. He seeks only one thing: To become so valuable that no one will ever own him again. Armed with nothing but relentless patience, an impure bloodline, four mutated arms, and the resolve to endure what others cannot, Kharok begins climbing a mountain built upon the bones of forgotten disciples. Every insult becomes a lesson. Every harvest becomes another step. Every breakthrough is purchased through blood, exhaustion, and years of perseverance. For in a world where every footstep crushes those beneath it... Even a bug can learn to bite.
