MTL - Fast Wear: on the Correct Posture of Counterattack - Chapter 42 The end of the glacier (42)

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.

On the surface, he is the aloof and standoffish patriot whose sole purpose is to serve the nation. On the darker side, he is an invincible, powerful and mysterious man.

Sunny Draco was a middle age man with a completely normal life... Yes, Completely normal life... no wife, children, friends, and most of all... no money!All these changed after getting transmigrated into the future... literally thousands years in the future... Insane.With this new identity, and background, and with the infinite wealth system... Sunny will have to find a way to maneuver through this new life, and dangers.[DING!][You gained a new quest.][Spend 50 billions in 24 hours.][Rewards: Gain grand grade skill.]“Spend 50 billions in one day?!! This will be fun.” Sunny said with a smirk.

Reyhan Alther died at the age of 20 and was reincarnated… as the wind. Formless and directionless, he drifted through a new world filled with wonder and cruelty. But from that breeze, everything began. With a mysterious power called the Divine Spirit System, Reyhan slowly rose—guiding spirits, gathering followers, and changing the course of the world. From a lonely gust, he became a figure known as Father… even to the gods.A battle of fate awaits. But before that, there's still time for the wind to whisper… and maybe crack a small joke or two.