Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid - Chapter 21

This is the stories of two different people from two different worlds (literally)

She was raised in love, while he was raised in hate

Her birth was celebrated, while he was despised

She was protected, while he was abused everyday.

She is gentle, warm and kind, while he is cold, cruel and vicious

But with the twist of fate, their world collided. They will learn from each other.

He will teach her to be hopeful and live for herself, while she will teach him the joys of Friendship and Love

Together they will learn to understand each other, accept each other and love each other, and soon their love will change the fate of the world

Princess: Can you stop staring at me while I'm sleeping?

The Lord: I can't…

The Princess: Are you gonna stare at me the whole night?

The Lord: Yes!

The Princess: Can you at least act like a normal man who will take advantage of a maiden while in her room.

The Lord: …this Lord would oblige

The Princess: WAIT… This princess is kidding, just kidding, wait…!

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.

Shaymon, the man who has achieved the apex of dark magic, is framed as being a Demon King and is killed.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night.The World of Cultivation has changed.Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers.Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate.The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman.He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar.But now...Everything had changed.He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness.The first droplets fell.He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears.The River of the Night.