Five Immortal Sects - Chapter 2: Journey

Traversing into a Fantasy World, Watson became the youngest son of a run-down baron, ranked eight in the family.

Ten years ago, mana descended upon Earth in the form of Gates that opened into other worlds. These Gates contained Magical Beasts of unfathomable strength and power that preyed upon humans and sought the destruction of everything around them.But along with the Gates, humans gained the power of Gifts—super abilities that allowed them to fight back against the monsters and take back their world.Now, the Superhumans with Gifts are tasked with defending the people and ensuring that the Gates, which open all over the world, do not bring about the end of them all....Jason Marc was just your regular seventeen-year-old high school student whose father abandoned him ten years ago. He worked two part-time jobs while also helping his mom with her diner to aid with the finances, but he could have never guessed that his entire world would change on the eve of his eighteenth birthday.Now, with more power than any one man should possess and an army at his beck and call, Jason works toward protecting those close to him while finding out the truth behind the emergence of the Gates—and preventing the end of the world.

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.