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The Porter is Secretly an SS-Level Hunter

Disclaimer: MC is bisexual! Book One Finish! Warning: Arc One is terribly written; Arc Two is where the plot gets better. **** "I'm bored."  Neban Zaal, an SS-level hunter, was tired of being one. And even though he does not mind working all the time, he did not like fame nor being in the spotlight; plus, he never wanted to be a hunter in the first place.  He only became a hunter to provide for his son when he unexpectedly became a single father. But, after three years of being a hunter and making more than enough money to provide for his child for a lifetime, he is ready to quit.  So, he did what he finally wanted to since day one; he disappeared from the life of being a hunter.  But, he was always the type that had to work, or he would become too bored. He decided to do the next best thing to give him more freedom, but enough to make him feel like he is working: he became a porter.  Follow Neban in his adventure at keeping his SS-level a secret as he works as a porter while trying to stick to the shadows.  Remember, secrets always find a way into the light.  **** * Cover art commissioned from ukhyukhy 

RJMidnight · Fantasia
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91 Chs

The Conla Clan (4)

Mother's Palace: 

Mother walked into the room with plates of food in her hand. Neban's family, chained to the throne, watched the woman as she walked in. She took the gags off their mouths as she got bored with the silence. 

But it made no difference as the humans did not want to speak. 

She set the plates in front of them before resting on her throne. Mother leaned her back on the throne's right arm as she rested her feet on the left one. 

The humans looked at the food, not touching it as they did not trust it. Mother rolled her eyes as she tapped her fingers along her cheek. "Eat the food. There is no poison in it. Do not starve like idiots, especially the one that eats for two." 

She stared at Isona's stomach, causing the others to look too. Isona rubbed her stomach at the stares as she felt the baby moving; it was like the baby knew people were staring at them.