Chapter 39: Trouble in the Mistveil Forest
Agria
“Come on~ Let’s be best friends!” “N-No way! Like I’d be in the same class as a despair-grade flat-chest like you!” “Oh? Trying to pass off as a ‘technically legal…
Agria
Chapter 38: A Jungler With No Farm and No Chest Is Not a Good Jungler
“I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot…” Her punishment was simple: stand in the corner like a grade schooler, wear a sign that says ‘I’m an idiot’, and…
Chapter 26: Wrong Target
That was the problem. If Lilith went on a rampage, it would likely disrupt the operations of the 3rd Branch. No, it was practically guaranteed. This fueled Kemmel’s anger and…
Chapter 37: The Mastermind… Was Me All Along
As one of the major guilds in the Orwin Empire, it was only natural for Starry Myth to have eyes and ears everywhere. So the moment news spread that two…
Chapter 36: Tris’s Beginner Alchemy Tutorial
“So this is the place?” Looking up at the grandiose workshop in front of him, No Talk nodded in satisfaction. Yeah, this level of fancy matched what you’d expect from…
Chapter 35: The Mysterious Mail
Maybe it was because no one was selling him any materials for half a day—or maybe it was just the cold shoulder from everyone around—but the warrior player named SodaPop…
Chapter 25: One Flower, Two Graves
Tomen hadn’t imagined the word “Abyss” would come from the young man’s mouth. He quickly racked his brain. How should he respond? Should he feign ignorance? Or should he boldly…
Chapter 34: The Working Girl Keeps Grinding
System Message: Quest completed. System Message: Quest completed. System Message: Quest completed. … After handing over all the materials in her inventory to the shop clerk to be delivered to…
Chapter 24: The Spell That Shouldn’t Kill
Gallagher’s condition was dire. Even a saintess couldn’t revive him now. He was as good as dead. “…Huh?” Gaon was taken aback. Why… Gallagher had been unprepared, but Gaon hadn’t…
Chapter 33: What You Should Be Worried About… Are the Players
“Herentis… Herentis…” A faint whisper echoed through the dark room—not the seductive whispers of a demon, but more like the hollow moans of someone whose soul had already given up.…