Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 938 - Sacred Ground

We attend school, find love, work, buy a house, pay our housing loans, insert weird faces in WeChat, watch movies… do any of you find anything amiss? One day, a group of strange people entered this world, equipped in strange clothing and possessing extraordinary powers, cold-blooded killers! They call themselves [Players].

In an alternate world, countless monsters crossed through rifts, sweeping across human cities and bringing an apocalyptic crisis upon humanity.From that moment, humanity entered an era where everyone transitioned into different professions. Nations took pride in cultivating strong professionals and competing for top ranks in strategies for the alternate world.When the first supreme ruler of the Dragon Kingdom, who had been dormant for millions of years, awakened with resources accumulated over that time, the bosses of the alternate world trembled.Top-tier professionals from countries around the globe bowed in submission...-------My new book: “Full-Star Player Returns as a Godslayer”

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.

Maid, older sister, younger sister, and even mother, all of them.