Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother - Chapter 1191

This is the story of an ignorant scum who pretends to be a scholar and goes to the world of Meiman to slaughter various scholars and bosses.

This is also a story about pretending to be a fool instead of pretending to be an idiot.

When the heaven will entrust a hero with a great responsibility, he must first take his nickname ‘Problem’, let his online name be ‘Jiancao’, and change his character to ‘conscience’.

Except for the protagonist’s surname Mei, everything else is fine.

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“Master, Xingchen Zi said his master refined a treasure—a huge boat that flies in Heaven—and only his master knows how to do it. Is that true?”“It's true.” Cao Zhen glanced at the super-large flying peak beneath his feet and nodded.“Master, have you heard? The Jiao dragon on Azure Dragon Peak seems to have the potential to become a Golden Dragon!”“Just scoop up an Azure Dragon from our family's Fengshui pond and play with it. Don't interrupt me while I'm cooking.”“Master, I've heard that...”“No matter what you've heard, go to my room and look around, everything... ah, wait a moment, let your senior sister come out first.”

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.