MTL - Porter of Two Worlds - Chapter 97 Will it be unfamiliar?

A high-ranking Duke’s daughter, Roxana, and her fiancé, the crown prince.

Everything came crashing down when a Baron’s daughter Claire came between the two.

Honor, reputation, even her fiancé, the Crown Prince…..

In the depths of despair, the infamous Grand Duke Elvin reached out to Roxana.

“I can help you.”

It was a dubious proposition, but Roxana accepted it in the end……

The fragile and lovely Claire and the wicked Princess Roxana.

But who was the real villain?

The story follows an old Cultivator who transcended from the Earth to the realm of cultivation. After nearly a hundred year of farming, he found himself disheartened by his own talent and decided to return to his mortal clan to pass on his final legacy before his death. However, to his surprise, his true new beginning awaited him there.This is a tale of family growth—there is no structured system, and the protagonist nurtures his family because he needs them to cultivate his treasure. The novel is truly unique, and I promise you all an exciting journey. Enjoy, my friends!-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Cultivation RealmsMortals:Body Tempering (Four Stages): Skin Tempering, Blood Tempering, Bone Tempering, Organ Tempering.Immortal Realms:Level 1-9 Each major realm is divided into: Early Stage, Mid Stage, Late Stage, and Peak.

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.

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?