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

In the heart of the Sighing Desert, a strange standoff took place recently. On one side were the Undead; on the other, humans. The Undead, devoid of emotion and reasoning, and humans have always been in a kill-or-be-killed relationship, leaving no room for maneuver. Therefore, theoretically, the Core Area of the Sighing Desert should be filled with blood and death by now. The ground should be covered with dry bones and corpses, and the air should be teeming with the pungent smell of fresh blood. This is not an unfounded assumption. A hundred years ago, during the late stages of the Undead War, before Kyle led the heroes into the Realm of the Dead, this was exactly the scene here.


Chapter 107: Bone Fortress