In the magical Yarran World, a group of extraordinary professionals ventured into dangerous places for knowledge, wealth, thrill, and honor, exploring secrets hidden in the depths of time. Coexisting with dangers, they were given a fitting name—adventurers.
With so many adventurers around, there would be a few oddballs, of course. Take for instance, the swordsman who used to be a thirsty hedonist and now spent his days looking for ways to put his life in danger; the knight who saw gold coins as his ultimate pursuit; the schizophrenic and overly curious priest, and the genius mage who was prone to zoning out and could not care of himself. What kind of strange stories would these kooky individuals create when they came together?
Alright, all the above are just nonsense. In truth, this is a casual story of an abnormal, unscrupulous middle-aged man and a few problematic girls undergoing self-therapy- I mean, seeking redemption.
You have been solemnly warned that this story is purely fictional. If there is any glaring similarity, you probably need self-therapy too.

The noises gradually faded away, and in the tavern of the Undead Capital, tranquility befitting the Death World slowly returned. The patrons, who had packed the hall, staggered out together after half a night of heavy drinking at this entertainment venue so crucial to them. After the stimulating effects of the alcohol, they needed to return to their familiar homes, to lie on their comfortable beds, and end the pleasant day with a deep sleep, just as they did every day, day after day. Although such a life seemed monotonous and uneventful to some, for the resurging Undead, this was happiness, this was life.


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