Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Tuttle Joe, 31 years of age, and a core member of the former "Sacred Crows" bandit gang.
No one is born with a desire to be a criminal. Hailing from a middle-class family in the Rhine Kingdom, Tuttle spent 10 years tirelessly honing his physical fitness and archery skills under his father's guidance from the age of 10. Becoming a bandit had never been his intention.
If Tuttle Joe's father hadn't obstructed the golden path of a certain influential young master, then the Tuttle in his prime would have probably succeeded his father's position and served as the captain of the archer squad in the National Guard at Kargas, the largest and capital city of the Kingdom of Rhine. He would have received a generous salary, enjoyed privileges far surpassing that of ordinary citizens, and happily fulfilled his role as a respectable member of the middle class.
Unfortunately, there weren't what-ifs in real life. Thus, six years ago, when Tuttle was down and out, he encountered Hal Maxwell in a tavern, who was plotting a big score. Thus, without any hesitation, Tuttle was drawn into the web of criminality.
In any case, whether it was on Earth or on this magic plane, the middle class, or rather, middle-income earners weren't that fundamentally different from the common folk—if they had a bit more resilience, they would keep growing and allow themselves to be exploited time and again; if their resilience was weak, a single instance of exploitation would cause them to fall into despair.
Coming from a relatively decent background, Tuttle was one who paid more attention to the finer details of life among the group of savage thugs. His tent was the cleanest, and when Yang Qiu issued the employee welfare of daily necessities obtained from a supermarket clearance sale, it was only Tuttle who took the time to shave his beard neatly, change and wash his clothes, and even use insect repellent as perfume… In short, he groomed himself well and wouldn't be out of place if he were in a large city.
However, players didn't care whether the NP
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