RJMidnight

Disclaimer: MC is bisexual! Book One Finish! 
Warning: Arc One is terribly written; Arc Two is where the plot gets better. 

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"I'm bored." 

Neban Zaal, an SS-level hunter, was tired of being one. And even though he does not mind working all the time, he did not like fame nor being in the spotlight; plus, he never wanted to be a hunter in the first place. 

He only became a hunter to provide for his son when he unexpectedly became a single father. But, after three years of being a hunter and making more than enough money to provide for his child for a lifetime, he is ready to quit. 

So, he did what he finally wanted to since day one; he disappeared from the life of being a hunter. 

But, he was always the type that had to work, or he would become too bored. He decided to do the next best thing to give him more freedom, but enough to make him feel like he is working: he became a porter. 

Follow Neban in his adventure at keeping his SS-level a secret as he works as a porter while trying to stick to the shadows. 

Remember, secrets always find a way into the light. 

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* Cover art commissioned from ukhyukhy 

The Porter is Secretly an SS-Level Hunter

When it was getting close to six, Xan left the house feeling much better, even though he was still warmer than usual. But he told Neban he was going to take some medicine when he went back home.

After the man left, his mother was dragging him and Theo to get dressed for Neban's date that was coming soon.

Theo had on a pair of black slacks with a white button-up shirt and was currently watching a show on the bed while Neban and his mother were looking in the closet.

"Why do you mostly have jackets and hoodies?" His mother complained as she looked for something nice for Neban to wear.

Neban shrugged, trying not to get annoyed with his mother because did clothing matter that much for a date? "I like them."

His mother clicked her tongue at the response before seeing a green, silk button-up shirt that looked untouched. She pulled it out before saying, "Isn't this the shirt I bought you two years ago."

There is no Such Thing as Peaceful Moments