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

The night-time campsite was silent; no one spoke. Amid the crackling of the firewood, everyone stared intently at the object before them as if it held a fascinating allure. However, the object wasn't anything novel; it was a sight the adventurers had grown accustomed to over many years. It had only garnered special attention due to certain circumstances. Otherwise, it might not have even warranted a second glance in a different situation.


The object in question was a corpse, encased in a black leather bag. The flesh had long since rotted away, and the stench from the corpse and bag alike was so foul that anyone getting too close would struggle to keep their eyes open.


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