NandoFalske

Victor Shieldman is a skilled retired hunter, the kind with the power to rip the head off a dragon, but who suddenly became a father when an injured woman handed him a child before dying. As he had promised the woman, Victor took care of the child and taught everything he knew to the little girl, who quickly became a Rank-S hunter, the highest level a hunter can reach. However, she had an unshakeable sense of justice and that's probably what caused her to suddenly disappear mysteriously.
Victor then abandoned his life as a tavernkeeper and went to the big city to find the daughter he had adopted, thus discovering his main power as a secondary character: the ability to return from the dead.
Is this new power a blessing from a god? Will Victor always be able to prevent his daughter's death with this power? Or is it a curse in this world full of monsters, calamities, wars and heroes from another world?


Main Tags: Action, Romance, Adventure, R18, Magic, Overpowered, Genius, Antihero, Kingdombuilding, Immortal 
Schedule: 14 chapters/week.
Chapter length: 1000 - 2000 words
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I’m a Immortal Tavernkeeper, But My S-Rank Daughter Doesn’t Know That!

The possibility of a cure was a bright hope on the horizon, but the dark risks could not be ignored. Still, he knew that in the worst-case scenario, he would end up coming back, and he saw no other option. His curse ate away at his mind whenever it worked, and if there was even the slightest chance of getting rid of it, he had to try.

"I accept," Victor said, his voice firm despite the fear growing inside him.

Mari breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "Good. I'll start synthesizing Noctiluria right away. It will be a delicate process, so you'll have to wait. It's dangerous to rush while I'm working."

Victor nodded and stepped back, leaving Mari to concentrate on her task. He watched as she began the preparations, moving with almost mechanical precision between the various pieces of equipment laid out on her workbench.

Death Weed Potion