Его не звали, но он приперся / They never called, yet he is here: Манга_НТР

It all started innocently, by stealing from the very paranoid Secret Service.

Well, it's worth starting in order. After a small adventure in the Eternal, here sarcasm, my brave Team of Naughty Suicides had a rehabilitation course in the glorious City of Arenam. I had time free from trying not to die and not to let the immensely grateful fans calculate this humble Hero by IP. In general, all woes from free time. This I tell you as a part-time time magician. More to the point, my mirror network caught a curious fact. Twenty years ago, a high-level Eye agent was passing through Arenam. The summoned vampiress confirmed that twenty years ago their Nest was under siege. I mean, not a siege state, but a secret state. So they crammed themselves into the farthest crevices, literally sitting on their suitcases and preparing to flee. But they didn't. What caused this panic, the ward did not know, but the Patriarch after that for a long time sat lower than grass, quieter than water. Natural curiosity, and if you ask an ear tyrant, an unreasonable habit of risk, forced me to sniff out why such an important bird flew to this backwater.

Camrad_RIP 23.03.25 в 14:20

Two days of searching, forty-seven mirror shards blackened by overload, and three psychic traps later, I found what I was looking for. The house on the outskirts of the city, formally owned by some petty aristocrat who lived in Tavimark, had been abandoned for a long time. Not even the servants had ever been there! But despite that, the owner never handed over the house to anyone because of his pride and aristocratic hubris. That's what my clairvoyance whispered to me, but from the indirect hints I realized it was just a cover. Literally feeling every surface in the mansion I found a perfectly concealed cellar. Completely lined with a material that overwhelmed attempts to see. The quantity and quality of the magical defenses couldn't compare to the Eternal Library, but the individual halls of the House of a Thousand Spectacles could. Wondering whether I should go on at all, or whether it was better to leave some of the mysteries to mystery, I began to pick up the lockpicks. After another week, one step away from finding the task unproblematic, the last barrier literally wrapping around something in the center of the room gave way, and I pulled a small box out of the room without raising the alarm. Already in the estate belonging to my bloodsucker, I proceeded directly to the opening. I was surprised to find a manga inside that had been given to Eyes from a Summoned. On the cover, I was staring at a vaguely familiar black-haired guy half-hugging a blue-haired angel girl. In the background, some red-haired kid was staring at it with a frankly fucked-up look. At the very bottom of the cover was a title in English. Something like, “Instructions for Seducing Winged Maidens Assigned to the Young Chosen of Heaven.” At the top was the name, or rather pseudonym, of the author. Hentai King. What kind of idiot would call himself that?

Camrad_RIP 23.03.25 в 14:24