MTL - Martial Mythology - Chapter 2018 meet old people

Due to rejection of the heart donated by her ex-boyfriend, she married him and supported him with her own blood for two years. After the rejection disappeared, he unexpectedly filed for divorce. She readily agreed and left, revealing to him how he gotten the heart. When he learned the truth, he was furious and disgusted with her.Five years later, she pretended to be dead and returned with their child, disguised as an ugly nanny...

Hazel has spent most of her life picked on and bullied by the triplet, rich, and handsome soon-to-be Alphas of the Emberfang Pack, Lucas, Liam, and Levi Sullivan. ‘Adopted’ by the Alpha and Luna, Hazel works as a live-in maid and is subjected to their daily torture.As such, Hazel wants nothing more than to leave the Emberfang Pack once she turns 18 and pays off her debt. Only, never once has she expected to find her fated mate in her tormentors—the Sullivan Triplets.All three of them.Caught between the mate bond constantly drawing her to the three handsome alphas and the trauma of their past bullying, Hazel must make a choice.Will she let go of the pain and trauma and give the triplets a chance? Or will she walk away from the Emberfang pack and her fated mates forever?

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.

The world has changed into something like a game.

It resembles a survival virtual reality game where people were attacked by zombies and monsters.

And I was the last user of that game.