MTL - The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex - Chapter 182 : You asked He Xiyan to come to me

My surname is Wu, and everyone calls me Little Wu.I've seen those Mobile Battle Armors deep underground that surpass human imagination,and I've also witnessed someone in the asteroid belt of space punch a star to pieces with a single Fist.Buddy, listen up, here are some of my fight insights:When fighting the Dragon Clan, don't listen to what they say, just keep hitting them until they're dead;Dealing with fairies is a bit tricky, it's best not to let them see you, and to take sneaky shots;When it comes to orcs, there are two words for it, wrestling naked!If a Devil is looking for trouble, just desperately twist its horns, and it's bound to kneel;Alright, I'm off to fight in a bar now, more detailed content when I get back.

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.

If the gods no longer bestow their mercy, then let us kindle bonfires, carry great swords, become skeletons, or heroes of legend.

No family, no power, no inheritance — a thrice-lacking protagonist. Just how will the seed rise up from the mud?

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