The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around - Chapter 42: The d’Armand: Knights (2/4)

When I became a rich young master, I had to enjoy it.

[WARNING R18+]In his previous life, the loser Li Long thanked God for giving him another chance to be reborn with his memories. And in an accident Li Long got a legacy left by a dual cultivator. So Li Long decided that from this life on, he would be good to himself and others, and vowed not to suppress the dark personality of his previous life. No matter if he was spit on by thousands of people or was not tolerated by the world, he would live only for himself in the future...

“Not even the gods can stop me from finding my family!”Max only wanted to reunite with his parents and sister. But for that, he had to awaken a class.With no high expectations, Max would’ve been satisfied with a C or D rank.But fate had other plans. He unlocked a legendary SSS-Rank class.[Dimensional Keeper]This class changed everything.Max mastered every skill to perfection and grasped the Concepts of Space and Time while his peers were playing around with swords.In no time, he ascended to become the Keeper of the Universe. Armed with unimaginable power, Max’s journey to find his family had begun.Nothing could stop him now—not fate, not enemies, not even the mighty gods!

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.