Classroom Of The Elite Year 2 - Chapter 431 - 2.3

Who is the real overlord on earth?

Human beings who claim to be the spirit of all things?

But when bees stop collecting honey, human civilization will come to an end.

Perhaps one day aliens will come, they may not necessarily study human society, but they will definitely study insect society.

This kind of little thing is all over the world, and it has a greater number than other biological species.

Its every move affects the balance and prosperity of the world’s ecology.

As an envoy of the Younv family, Meiji can manipulate genes, copy, transplant, and even transform and optimize.

In the ninja world, genes are also read as blood succession limits.

“Sa, feel the horror of the swarm.”

I am the swarm!

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When I woke up, my father was a nouveau riche whom everyone despised, and I had five great brothers: a black actor in the entertainment industry, a useless lawyer in the field of law, a sickly quack in the medical field, a plagiarizing dog in the design industry, and a school bully.

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.