I am the Monarch - Chapter 45: Revenge battle (6)

[Free New Book] The predecessor of the Immortal God reincarnate and reborn in the third year of high school. Based on the many exercises in the memory of previous life, he practiced again from scratch. There are many traces and treasures left by his previous life. To explore, he has to re-enter the peak of the earth!

- Description from Uukanshu

I possessed a character with an intelligence of 100 in a classic medieval fantasy land-grabbing game. An intelligence score of 100. That meant my predictions were always accurate. However, since I was physically weak and didn’t quite understand why that was the case, I thought it best to just live quietly. But then… leaders who began to recognize my ability started to become obsessed with me.

Ever since she transmigrated, she was blessed with an inbuilt anti-poison detector.

Beep beep – What? Her father’s concubine was evil and her half-sister was vicious?
Beep beep – Ah! She was in an arranged marriage and her husband did not love her?

Who cared? She could kill those evil creatures instantly with her high intelligence.

Her unparalleled beauty attracted countless suitors and her popularity topped the charts. No one was immune, even the emperors and princes were all captivated by her…

- Description from Novelupdates

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.