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

"Go, now." Pannis, with eyes closed, lurked in the bushes, extending his right hand backward, finger after finger bending until, when the fifth finger also bent, his hand finally clenched into a fist. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he whispered urgently, "Thirty seconds, as fast as you can."


No sooner had the sound faded than several figures sprang from the woods behind Pannis like arrows. Each person kept low, their upper bodies completely concealed by the bushes; unless someone looked down from above, they could only see the bushes swaying slightly, the rapid movement within obscured. Monkeys in the towering treetops overlooked the moving group below, emitting their characteristically piercing screeches. Scenes like this were almost a daily occurrence for them, except that the creatures they saw hiding today walked on two legs.


Chapter 169: The River Channel