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.

"Don't forget what kind of deity Danacus is," Pannis said, his voice slightly heavy, his expression serious. "He is the chief god who holds the power of death, accustomed to watching over death and slumber. Death, in his eyes, probably doesn't weigh much anymore. Moreover, he is a sinister god who has repeatedly received live soul sacrifices; life, to him, probably means no more than ordinary food does to mortals. His followers are nothing more than slightly special lives to him, easily sacrificed without a second thought. Besides, he controls the power of death. There are far too many things within it that we cannot comprehend. Should he be resurrected successfully, it's not impossible that those followers could be transformed into undead, reborn at his side. If this is true, then he wouldn't need to worry about his followers being wiped out."


Chapter 1532 - Chapter 318 What I Would Do