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Pride Online

Although Wisana was the son of a developer of “Pride Online”, the most popular game of this time, he had never shown any interest in the gaming world. However, when his crush mentioned she was playing the game, he immediately joined in! He began his journey as a clueless new player, so inexperienced that even a two-year-old could defeat him! His misfortune was endless from the start… First, he landed in front of a Boss-level monster! Then, he accidentally kicked the boss and had to run for his life… And when he tried to sell his items for some money, he almost got tricked by a cunning seller! Yet, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Just as he was about to fall for the seller's trick, a girl named Maysa suddenly appeared and saved him. She taught him everything about this virtual world and even invited him to join her party. Who would have known… that their lives would change forever… The system would like to announce an event from the GM, hunting the Boss “Lord Inferno” at the abandoned dungeon with a Mini Event “Get the shot if you dare!” “This is definitely our event,” Maysa said, looking up at Wisana with sparkling eyes. Wisana turned to look at the pretty face that was made up with a smile as always. But he somehow felt anxious. “I changed my mind. We’re not going to Tristan tomorrow. We’re going to the abandoned dungeon!” “Huh!!” And so, the legendary adventure of the duo began!

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Babysitter Part III

And before they realized it, it was morning already.

"Speaking of your dragon bible book,” Tunwa said, paying attention to the thick book in his hands again. “We actually have to see a dragon, so the book can make a profile for the dragon for us, right?”

“Yeah.” Wisana nodded in response.

“So, last night, I suppose you killed a lot of dragons, didn’t you? There’re only a few dragons you’ve seen, counting from only those that you’ve hunted with me and Lord Inferno. But this book already has more than 40 races of dragons, Na.”

Listening to that, Wisana grinned, glancing at his best friend with a sparkling eye.

“My friend, you can’t imagine what it was like to be surrounded by every dragon in the dungeon. Even Angie was stunned still at the number of the enemies, dude.”

“Really?”

Tunwa turned to speak in a low, deep voice.

“Really.”