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Anti-cake Dungeon Delving! (BL)

Updates @ 21:00 (+8 gmt) Leander is a healer. But he is not like those healers who have it all: the fame, the money and the harems. Because he is chubby. Ranked only F, he struggles with life as a new recruit in the Adventurer's Guild. Until he sees a poster that changes his life and sends him on a journey to lose weight, get the fame, money and the harem. Except, his harem will be full of men. But, such is fate. This is a slow burn BL harem with dungeon delving. It follows the old adventurer's guild troupes with some twists and turns. A journey from zero to hero, one could say. (I am using this book to lie to my brain that losing weight is possible with the methods written in the many self-help books I have been reading recently. If you need to shed some fat, you might use Anti-cake Dungeon Delving the same way. A little hope never hurt nobody.) Updated daily. The MC becomes a dungeon core going chapter 86 and forward. You can find the story only on Webnovel. (Fingers crossed that no one will translate it into Russian like the other one! XD) The sequel, Life Skilling, is also complete, and will be posted right after the ending of Anti-cake. A peek in the lives of those who live in the world shaped by the Try Hard Party. A funny slice of life.

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Chapter 90: Going home and facing the music.

"Guild master Lemon Cake, you do know we get paid to hunt dungeon cores, right?" Nestor spoke with a smirk. The entire guild was there for the announcement that the guild now had not one, but three dungeon cores in its ranks.

"Nestor, am I any different from before?" Leander asked. Honestly, he did not understand why the drama was needed. Sure, he had done this for Armaros, but the guild was going to benefit, too.

"You are no longer human, most definitely," Percival chimed in. Numerous people nodded.

"So, will you turn me over to the researchers?" Leander looked at them all as they shifted uncomfortably. "I am one of you, remember that. Today it is me, whose turn is it tomorrow?"

"I didn't say that," Nestor defended himself, as he rubbed the back of his head.

"You implied it," Armaros said with a glare.