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 closer you get to the edge of the Fragment Area, the higher the proportion of large shards, and the fewer the number of shards distributed," Ava explained as she pulled Pannis by the sleeve and walked ahead of the group. "Correspondingly, as you move toward the center, the shards are smaller and more densely packed. As you observed just now, even taking a step might significantly alter your sense of distance, possibly because the force tearing the space hadn't fully destroyed the peripheral area before it was contained by an external force. But it's not absolute, there are still shards that can be used to accelerate, like this one, this one, and this one."


Chapter 252 Tombstone