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.

"Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle." Several skeletons made eerie sounds while sizing up the peculiar group of visitors through the barricades—or rather, visitors who, to them, appeared quite odd. Behind them, a few more skeletons emerged, beginning to move the barricades. Compared to those skeletons that communicated with each other like living creatures, the ones moving the barricades seemed more like true Undead, stiff in their movements and dull in reaction. Aside from not engaging in the active aggression typical of the living, they were almost indistinguishable from the Undead that everyone had encountered before. From their behavior, one could surmise that not all the Undead possessed Divine Wisdom, and a portion of those that did were controlling a large number of mindless skeletons, functioning much like officers and soldiers in a military unit.


Chapter 1324 - Chapter 110 Translation