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I Only Have Support Skills

[Warning! Adult Novel!] The emergence of dungeons has reshaped the world. At the age of 16, individuals are bestowed with the 'blessing', which grants them skills to aid in conquering these dungeons. Meet Dante, our protagonist, who initially joined from squad to squad as a support member and possessed only an F-rated skill potential. Due to this limitation, Dante faced discrimination and endured bullying. However, driven by his determination to survive, he managed to obtain a system that would pave the way for his growth and newfound strength. However, the system he acquired only reward him with support-related skills. Fortunately, these abilities can also be applied to himself. Can he truly break free from always being at the receiving end? Dante emerged from the shadows, reborn under a new alias, embodying the person he yearned to become. While the System bestowed upon him great advantages, it also presented him with perilous challenges he must confront. *** What to expect: 1. This has an 18+ tag so expect sexual scene, especially after he fully accepted his new identity. 2. Superpower in a dungeon, or you can say mutants in a dungeon. 3. Mc is a crazy villain. 4. Update time: 12:00 AM(GMT+8) 5. At least 7 chapters per week with 1,500 words to 2,500 words. 6. If overall gifts reached 1000 coins, there will be a mass release of at least 5 chapters at the end of the month. About the author: Handsome! Volume 1: Power Corrupts the Mind(Completed) Volume 2: Playful Eka(Completed) Volume 3: Three Devils(Completed) Volume 4: Unknown Volume 5: Unknown Volume 6: Unknown

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235 Chs

Mother Yare (Part-2)

"So what now?" Eka muttered, looking at the sleeping nun. He had been standing beside the bed for at least 30 minutes, not knowing what to do in this situation.

He came here to solve his problem. The uncomfortable feeling—was it remorse? Beside the bed, a window framed the glowing night, and the masked holder looked at the moon to distract his emotions.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" An aged voice, as soothing as a lullaby, interrupted the silence.

"No," Eka replied with a subtle grimace, his eyes flickering towards the still form on the bed.

Mother Yare's eyes were looking at him. The respirator lay discarded, and she leaned against the headboard. Her hair was whiter than before.

"Ever since you were a child, you never liked it," the nun said, also glancing at the moon.

"You know me," Eka said, evidently taken aback.