Pocket Hunting Dimension (WN) - Chapter 474: Everyone, Get Hurt Together

a virus has spread throughout the world, forcing the citizens of most major cities to lock themselves inside their houses.Leo has found himself locked in his own house with 6 of his teenage step sisters, with both of his parents in a different country and not interested in his or his sisters well being.However, as the days go by he starts realizing something...each and every one of the girls he is trapped with are degenerates.##########################Straight up smut novel. Hope y'all enjoy it.

[This story takes place in a parallel world, so please don’t compare it to the real world—it’s not meant to match reality].[Note: I'm writing this after Chapter 248, so you don't need to worry about comments related to the original novel]Haruki Yuuki—a hardcore otaku, a shut-in to his classmates, but to his fans? A mysterious man and brilliant mangaka with a cult following.One fateful night, Haruki stumbles upon a strange system that grants him access to legendary manga from a parallel version of Earth—stories never seen before in his world. With this power, he begins his unexpected journey as a rising manga creator in Japan's competitive industry.As his works soar to stardom, so does the pressure—and the fanbase that won’t let him rest.Fan A: “Sensei! Please just finish Hunter x hunter before starting a new series! It's been three years already. My son is in high school now—will he see the final chapter before graduation?!”Fan B: “Damn it, Haruki! If you kill off Furukawa again, I’m sending you a replica katana in the mail!”[Note: This is my first time translating a novel, so the earlier chapters may contain some inconsistencies. I've identified and corrected most of these issues. Since I changed the setting, there may be minor inconsistencies in the earlier chapters, but after Chapter 150, I believe most of the problems have been resolved.]

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.

“I hesitated before, I turned back to face my shred of hope, yet still no one cared.”“Later the thick fog arose, you said you loved me so much, but why is your love even fainter than the fog, so faint that I can’t even see it clearly.”