Stray Cat Strut - Chapter Thirty-Seven - Honest Samurai Reviews

He was the merciless Soldier King on the battlefield who sent shivers down the enemies' spines; he was the soldier scoundrel in his squad who could make anyone both cry and laugh; he was the Big Brother everyone in the urban underworld aspired to be; he was the male god in the hearts of young girls and beautiful women; he returned with a mission...Uniting the underworld, establishing an economic empire, he vowed to become the supreme overlord of this world...To prevent the world from destruction, to protect world peace, to implement love and truth's evil, the lovely and charming antagonist, he is Xiang Yu, and he speaks for himself...

“SSS Skills are said to have a will and inheritance. What more have you inherited other than your immortality, Deathless Hunter?”

“Death... your demise is also in my hands.”

Reincarnated into a world where women sit on authoritative seats, Hunter appeared to lack both mana and skill.

However, aware of the real circumstances of his body, he kept his true strength and past life a secret and lived as a sidekick to the village's primary hunter team, hiding in plain sight as “just a man.”

On one fateful day, Hunter's role changed dramatically when his hunting team encountered a red wolf, an enemy they could not defeat.

The beast's jaws appeared to have killed Hunter, but in reality, they had awakened his slumbering SSS Skill - Deathless.

But is immortality all there is to this seemingly simple yet remarkable skill?

Invited by the gorgeous woman known as the boss of the guild Darkness, Hunter leaves his village to learn more about himself and to get stronger to consort with the most beautiful women of this female dominated world!

To become him! Yes, him! Him... wielding the law of Death across the entire universe.

The Death Himself...

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Nameless Traveler, “If you could bring the martial arts, Inner Strength, Daoist skills, Divine Skills, and other abilities you've learned in the game into reality, would you play such a game?”Gamer, “Of course, I would play. Is there really such a great thing?”Nameless Traveler, “Then, if you were to die in the game, and you would also die in reality, would you still play?”Gamer, “Let me think about it—um, I think I would play, as long as I'm careful to avoid provoking higher-level monsters.”Nameless Traveler, “What if the game was so difficult that a Little Monster at the entrance of a village could easily chop you down, would you still play?”Gamer, “……”

Hyperthymesia. Those with this condition can remember every detail of their lives from something as significant as the world’s turning point to something as small and as insignificant as a minor fleeting thought. They cannot forget and their thirst for knowledge allows them to be considered genius in some senses.

Legend has it that Ji Yushi was this kind of genius.

In addition, it was said that he was gay and very beautiful.

As soon as the news that he was going to support Tianqiong’s seventh squad broke out, it sent everyone buzzing.

Everyone knew that the captain of the seventh squad, Song Qinglan, was a hoodlum and deeply homophobic.

He not only relied on his super-powerful abilities to become the dark horse on the battlefield in less than two years, but he also hates it when those at the top forces a flower vase* into his squad.

Sure enough, Song Qinglan announced in front of everyone, “Useful? Us brothers are going out there working ourselves to the bone, we don’t need a little genius who can only speedread quantum waves!”

Later.

The squad was forced into a dire situation during their mission.

That beautiful little genius calmly continued, every gunfire hitting the mark, his fighting power peaking.

Song Qinglan begged in front of everyone, “Adviser Ji, stay.”

In the end, he added, “I’ll work myself to the bone for you.”

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Ji Yushi had a secret.

He would often be awake at night, suffering from memory overload and recurring nightmares.

There was only one thing that could let him fall asleep peacefully.

And that was Song Qinglan.

*Flower vase: Someone who only looks pretty but can’t amount to much