A Warm Wedding and A New Bride of Young Master Lu - Chapter 106 Lost in Salsa

From humble beginnings, he ascended, overcoming every obstacle and living life on his own terms—until death took its toll. Yet destiny had a different design. Reborn into a world of greater splendor and majesty, he is granted a fresh start and boundless opportunities to rise again. This time, his journey begins from an entirely new vantage point, as he is reincarnated as the son of the most powerful woman in the universe. Follow his path of ambition and indulgence as he forges a new legacy and leaves his mark on an even grander stage.

Athena Grant,a human,dies in a car accident and becomes Eira Liora,an elf. Transported to the barren and cursed island of Luinmir, a once-thriving land now abandoned.A year ago,their King announced that the island,Luinmir would no longer be under the empire's control. It was well known that the land was barren and poverty stricken...She was abandoned both by her Kingdom and her Father.She wakes up one day with a system.“So what if they were abandoned and deemed cursed,she would show them all the highest peak of knowledge and development. The island's core is broken...fine,she'll get it replaced but this time,the island would become hers to keep,she would make sure of that.”

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.

I became the childhood friend of the protagonist in a novel. The childhood friend who died from taking drugs.