I Killed the Player of the Academy - Chapter 122: - The Good, the Crazy and the Bizarre (5)

《Journey to the West》only told the story about the journey to the west. But is it really that simple? Now, I’m telling you, the journey was just a beginning, and the story has not ended. Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong, Zhu Wuneng, Sha Wujing, Little White Dragon. The road of these five will continue to go on. When I kneeled before Buddha and, in an instant, removed the Golden Hoop, I finally remembered who I truly am. Who am I? I am the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong. I am the Great Demon Sun Wukong of the Demon Clan. I am, the invincible... Sun Wu Kong

To pass as an imperial concubine, one must be professional.

Actually, the profession of an imperial concubine is pretty good. The emperor will accompany you in eating and drinking, and even pay you for it. What’s not good about 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.

"Locke transmigrated into an era where everyone had Battle Beasts. Daemons were rampant and humans were forced to build walls around their dwellings while depending on Beastmasters to keep those monsters at bay.