This Game Is Too Realistic - Chapter 38: Shoot me!

I arrived in a world of swords and magic, only to find out my unique job is “Penny Candy Store Owner”?!

Well, that’s fine by me. I hate fighting anyway……

Supporting rookie adventurers with snacks that have mysterious powers, and maybe even winning the heart of a yandere witch along the way, let’s do our best!

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Lucian Black awakened to be the most powerful hunter in the world, but he even with all these powers, he could not protect that which he holds dear, and had to watch her die.Devoid of any feeling, he decided to focus his hatred on the monsters that caused all his suffering, and he became a killing machine until one day, he was betrayed and poisoned by those he works with but fate had another plan in store for him as he returned back to the day of his awakening, the day he awoke the most broken ability in the world.With this second chance, he vows to protect his sister and find out what really happened to his parents.

Victoria Garcia signed a slave contract, but accidentally fainted in bed!“Arnold Johnson, you are a monster! You said you could wait three years!” She complained!“I would be less than one if I didn't take an opportunity after it presents itself!”Then, on a certain night...“You're a scoundrel and a scumbag!” Xiu Xiangwan yelled on the verge of falling apart.“I could be worse if you dare to test me!”“...”Arnold Johnson is the second child of the Johnson family, one of the six top families of business magnates and owners of Johnson Holdings. Everyone says that he was affably evil and elegantly ruthless, and he was said to have seized an opening to engineer his own brother's death, hence inheriting Johnson Holdings!Victoria Garcia was the daughter of a family who now fell to dire straits, pawning herself off to Arnold Johnson to keep her mother out of prison...

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…