Deities: Starting From Goblins - Chapter 387 - : 202

The Dancing CorpseKnown as the weakest party in the entire kingdom, they were mocked by others for how pathetic they were.The main character, Adonis, who was supposed to be the plot armor of the story, could barely protect his own harem.That was until Gideon arrived—reincarnated into the story as Adnois himself.But the two were completely different. Why? This new Adonis was blessed with a unique system.He could level up everyone in his party, taking them from a measly F rank to S rank.[You have registered xxxx as your party member.][Current relationship score is 60%; you can only increase from F to C rank.][Improve relationships with key characters to unlock higher ranks.][You can now perform a class change.][You have gained a new skill from leveling up your party members.][You have now unlocked the skill-back system.][For every party member you level up, you gain their skills and talents.]Adonis was now on a journey to build the strongest harem to ever walk the earth.

What happens when a Powerful CEO in the Fashion World who already promised to marry his girlfriend, is forced to marry a woman from a lowly family, compared to his high-esteemed family background, against his wish?

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.