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 Goddess said, 'Do not fear hunger, my children, for I shall grant you my blood and flesh, to keep you away from starvation, so that you may endure in this barren world.' Thus, the sterile soil became fertile, and the barren earth turned into lush farmlands," intoned the elderly priest standing at the forefront of the pulpit in the old preaching hall of the Temple of the Earth Goddess. With a slow, deliberate voice, he recited Denia's hymn, his eyes not even needing to glance at the scriptures laid out on the table before him, for each word seemed to be deeply etched into his mind, flowing effortlessly as he spoke.


"We thank our Lord for His blessings." Seated on equally aged chairs below, a few dozen congregants who had come to pray, all dressed as farmers, devoutly bowed their heads. They drew neat squares on their chests and responded softly to the old priest's sermon.


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