He was a simple man in his past life – a masseuse, not a hero. His hands were trained to heal pain, not cause it. But when fate dragged him into another world, those same hands became the only thing keeping him alive.

Unlike the chosen ones who gain holy blessings or unrivaled power, he has nothing but skill, wit, and stubbornness. He doesn’t seek glory, nor does he dream of leaving his name in history.

But the world has other plans.
A kingdom built on lies. Families fighting for power in the shadows. Betrayals hidden behind smiles. And he? He’s caught in the middle, forced to navigate schemes that could devour him whole.

He isn’t the strongest. He isn’t the bravest. But sometimes, the man who doesn’t want the spotlight… is the one who survives it.
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I get this alot so I'm going to clarify:

This is not a smut novel, there will be romantic scenes but not as pronounced.

My body froze instinctively as I heard the raspy voice travel through my ears, his bony arms placed on my shoulders as he spoke:


"You kids don't learn, do you? These nobles don't care about your life or death!"


His loud voice jolted me out of my initial shock and I immediately jumped over the hole of the roof I was staring into and landed on the other side, vigilance written all over my face.


"We're almost done with our preparations so will you please come and die for us?" The man pleaded.


My face turned grim and I immediately pulled out my scythe and activated all the necessary skills I had in my arsenal.


[The host cannot use more than 5 skills at once!]


[Rapid exchange of skill slots is activated!]


Chapter 58 - Bright Shadows (2)