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Jobless mercenary

NoOneBehindThePage
Dungeons are a bore. Truly. You walk in, you pull the trigger of a custom-made enchanted flintlock, and something dies. My name is Chaiyo. I’m a mercenary by trade, but mostly, I’m just a man with a very expensive gun and an appetite for things I shouldn’t touch. I don’t care about saving the world or climbing the ranks of the Hunter’s Guild. While the "heroes" are busy sweating over mana crystals, I’m usually in the capital, finding comfort in the silk-lined chambers of Thonburi’s most neglected noblewomen. There is a certain... exhilaration in a secret shared behind a husband's back. It’s a game of high stakes and soft skin. But when the coin runs dry and the wine bottles are empty, I have to go back. Back to the damp stone and the roar of beasts. My gun doesn't judge me. It just clicks, fires, and keeps me fed until the next lady invites me for tea. This isn't a story of redemption. It’s just my life.
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