Floating Immortal Order - Chapter 215: You All Went Too Far

“Hero, where are you going?”“To eat.”“Hero, where are you going?”“To the bathroom.”“Hero…!”“…”The woman who followed me everywhere… Ended up following me all the way to Earth.———A former hero who returned to Earth, now unemployed and just lazing around at home.Then, the saintess who came with him made a suggestion—“How about streaming?”“Hmm… This might actually be a good idea.”And so, the Hero & Saintess Healing Stream begins!

In this post-apocalyptic world filled with beasts, humans must join together with their newly acquired classes to battle them. However, beasts aren't the only thing threatening the peace as class users similar to those around Kaden make moves in the shadows. Join Kaden in his adventure as a class user uncovering the dark secrets of those around him whether he wants to or not and paving his way through this treacherous world.

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