Naruto: The Blind Swordsman - Chapter 146: Leaf, Information Guild and Requests

After an accidental electrocution, Zhang Yi realized he could hide his body and become an invisible man. That incident marked a new chapter in his life. The magnificent president of the company, the hot policewoman, and the mischievous daughter of a rich man.“Apologies. I'm a righteous man. I've never abused my power of turning invisible to creep on beautiful girls, because I'd only stand boldly before them to look at them! You can't see me. You can't see me. You can't see me…”

A normal guy gets hit by a truck and isekai'd. Why? Because trucks are apparently some cosmic loophole. He decides to be a dungeon, because it sounds weird and interesting to be one. Is it? Let's find out.

Demons in Academy of Light are described as vile, dark, cruel, evil, impure, and a whole lot of other things. At least, that’s how they’re portrayed in the game—a sacred land where demons and dark energies aren’t supposed to exist. That’s how it was supposed to be... So what the hell am I supposed to do now? Thanks to my rotten luck, my soul ended up possessing the lowest-ranking demon, the one who dies at the very beginning of the story... I’m screwed! I have no other options left... If I want to survive, I have to kill the protagonist.

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.