Playboy of the Capital

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.

Yarra's Adventure Notes

"I told you to get lost." Feeling the force from his hands not diminish in the slightest, Pannis's expression grew increasingly somber. With a burst of strength from both hands, he suddenly pushed the two-meter-diameter electric ball in the opposite direction, smashing it heavily onto the ground with a loud crash. Amid the booming sound, numerous sparks of electricity dispersed from the sphere like a swarm of spiders spreading outwards, crackling through the air. The grass and dry leaves on the ground where the electric arc passed turned to char, the air filled with the scent of scorching. But Pannis didn't stop; his left hand firmly resisted the ball of light, while his right hand's fingers extended straight out, like a sharp sword, unhesitatingly plunging toward the very center of the light sphere: "If you refuse to get lost, I'll take your Elemental Crystal Core."


Chapter 145: Anger