Spending My Retirement In A Game - Chapter 924: Cursed Items (2)

“Classes” are given at the age of 10, and the presence or absence of “skills” greatly affect life. Arel, the son of “Sword Princess” Fara and “Magic King” Leon, has been branded as “Classless”… But even without a job or skills, Arel believes he can persevere through effort.

Alex is a handsome, ordinary college student. No, he is an extraordinary person, 18 years old and a virgin on top of that. It was his first year in college, but unlike most freshmen; he spent most of his time studying and reading alone. Sounds typical, right? However, the reason for being an outcast and an introvert, despite being good looking, is his eyes' color.

His looks are above average, he is handsome and charming. Even so, his eyes' iris are red.

He was brought into the world with a rare condition; it made him unwanted , and he got bullied for having such oddish eyes.

Some people were nice to him, like his mom, but the majority mistreated him, and kept him away from them.

But everything started changing!

After he got possessed by a succubus queen who needed his help!

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• Quick Development In Characters!

• A Nice Plot!

• Perfect Hot Smutty Scenes!

• Lots Of Harem!

• No NTR, No Rape!

• No Strong Incest (Blood Related)

• Balanced Romance!

• Loveable Characters!

• Tragedy And Dark Moments (Rarely)

• Heart-Warming Romance!

• Kinks And Fetiches

Reiji Saeki, who lives in the north eastern countryside town, lost his life in an accident during summer vacation. ……But before he knew it, a mysterious ball of light hovered in front of his eyes in a world of whiteness. That ball of light was a magician from a parallel world, and is looking for a person qualified to inherit the magic they had created to prevent it from being lost. Reiji, who rode on that suggestion, now lives in the parallel world Elgin, with a new body and powerful magical power.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.