MTL - My Abandoned Oil Town Became a New Frontier - Chapter 400 The influence of bright sword

A classic villainess/heroine tale that puts a new twist on the genre. This Industrial Era fantasy tells the story of Nadia—a secret agent with a dry love life and an unhealthy addiction to visual novels—as she Transmigrates into the body of Vivian Moore, the villainess of the novel, from a family of business CEOs.All the destruction flags were raised, and Vivian was at the end of her rope. Her life was about to take a turn for the worst, but with Nadia behind the wheel, she seized Fate by the hairs of its head and yanked it into a sharp U-turn.No more weakness was allowed! If something wanted to get rid of her, she would stab it to death. If someone wanted to trample over her, she would shoot them into a beehive. And there was no stopping her because she had the strongest weapon a main character can have: the System!

Takebayashi Ryouma, a 39 years old man with hidden past, found himself in a strange white room. The gods tell him that he has died and that they are sending his soul to a different world, a world where magic exists. After living alone for 3 years, his gamer soul loses its common sense and starts along crazy routes.

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.