Iron Blooded Hound - Chapter 61 - : Taste of Victory

“Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!”“Who said that?”Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow: “He's right!”----------------------------Psychological-themed professional literature.Serious Keywords 1: [Depression] [Personality Disorder] [Hypochondriasis] [PTSD] [Oedipus Complex] [Groupthink], etc.Serious Keywords 2: [Big Five Personality Traits] [Behavioral Correction] [Dream Interpretation] [Sand Box Therapy] [Rational Emotive Therapy], etc.

Lu Changsheng, who transmigrated as the apprentice of Elixir Garden, originally wanted to work hard to become a divine doctor who could save people. But when he began to practice martial arts, he found that every time he practiced martial art to perfection, he could improve his Comprehension.Moreover, it seemed that his Comprehension could improve ceaselessly. Lu Changsheng wondered where the upper limit of his Comprehension was.-----------------Unremarkable: slightly better than waste.Preliminary: an ordinary personPotential: the potential is shownWhiz: capable of a lot!Renowned: sharp and invincible!Genius: the name of genius spreads to the world!Legend: establish a sect and be the first!Saint: shock the world!top-level comprehension: Unspeakable, invisible, and inaudible!

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.

A part-time job contract. He became the cold CEO’s imitation boyfriend. He merely wanted to earn a few small bucks and live a comfortable life, but a pity, he was in constant turmoil since then. Well, life had something else for him despite his wishes.“That… beauty, will there be an increase in wages for conversion from ‘boyfriend’ to ‘husband’?”