After Fishing For 10 Years, I Became A Saint Without Knowing How To Raise Beasts - Chapter 532 - Suicide?

Traveling to Los Angeles in the 1990s, Roland Allen, who had been beaten by society, thought that he would live an ordinary life in this life, but just when he was about to change careers, reincarnation began——

The number of roles is all determined by default, so they are all related households everywhere?

Sorry, as long as the hoe is swung well, there is no corner that cannot be dug.

Ntr Yes！R18 Yes！Justin and his wife Betty seemed to embody the perfect life, yet beneath their polished exterior, dark secrets loomed that threatened everything they cherished.While Justin was deeply engaged in the fight against social injustice, Betty was consumed by loneliness and neglect, leading her into a forbidden affair with a mysterious stranger.As Justin's relentless investigation neared the core of the truth, he faced not only significant risks to his career but also the ultimate betrayal within his marriage.Driven by his quest for the truth, Justin unraveled one mystery after another, each clue drawing him deeper into Betty's secretive world, until he uncovered a devastating truth that could destroy them both...

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.