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

Neban was unconscious for a day before he opened his eyes. He felt something heavy on his chest as he looked around the room; there was even something soft under him.

The room's whiteness was the first thing that hit his eyes before he took in the people. His parents rested in chairs on his left side while Wey, Isona, and Owain rested on the right. Neban glanced down, moving his stiff head as he saw that Theo was lying on his chest.

His son looked like he spent the night crying again.

He took in the smell of sanitation as he realized that he was in a hospital. Neban pushed himself in a sitting position, ignoring how stiff his body was.

Theo slipped down a bit, moving in his sleep as Neban resting his hand on his head.

'I am angry with you, but at least you did not die,' Siren answered before saying, 'I do not feel like talking to you.'

One Year Later