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.

"Thud," the bone door of the tavern was kicked hard from outside, creaking and shaking persistently but remained staunchly closed without any indication that it would open. The person outside fell silent for a few seconds, seemingly stunned, then gave the door a gentle tug, and it opened effortlessly. A wave of unrestrained laughter flowed in from outside the now open door. Accompanied by a raspy but loud complaint, a short figure, likely a goblin Undead, meandered in. The diminutive goblin seemed to be a Necromancer, clutching a bone magic staff, its shriveled skin tightly wrapped around its skeletal frame. Its once perky nose had collapsed, and its pointed ears drooped down at the sides of its head; its green skin had turned purplish-black, looking even more dreadful than Kenseth, whom they had seen transformed from a human corpse into a Necromancer.


Chapter 1371 - Chapter 157 Leaders