A Regressor's Guide to the Frozen Apocalypse - Chapter 53: Quite The Improvment

[Warning: This story contains extreme violence, philosophical depth, psychological breakdowns, self-improvement, self-realization, and themes of maturity.]“Even Gods need character development.”That was the belief Pratham lived by—struggling, always pushing forward. Until the day he died, starving in a world too cruel to care.But death was only the beginning.He transmigrates and awakens in a multiverse as Leon. In this multiverse, the greatest threat to humanity isn’t demons or beasts, but Entities. In response, civilizations across each universe forged a single hope: the Entity Hunters Organization, training warriors to stand against the impossible.He had no magic. Just his will, his fists—and a little sister he swore to protect at all costs.Enrolling in the Entity Hunters High School, Leon finds comrades, purpose, and war. He fights beside them across different planets and universes, grows with them, laughs with them—then loses them all.Leon rises not as a hero, but something else.

Hybern is defeated, but peace is not yet near. An ancient prophecy foretells the fusion of two souls. Nova, daughter of Feyre and Rhysand of the Night Court is to be joined with Hollis, son of Kallias and Viviane of the Winter Court. Without this union, it has been said death will claim the Fae lands, and in its destruction, all the Courts will fall.

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.

An ordinary sect cultivator, with the help of the immortal mansion, gradually grew up in the cruel world of immortality, and his mind and body transformed together.

Mortal flow, partial dark wind.

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