The Troubles of Being Unique
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Last published Thu, Feb 11, 2021
Do you ever feel that the [Storage] skill could be so much more? Not just a glorified warehouse? Well, worry not! For I will show you how to properly use it!
Now this not only apply to this skill, but to everyone who has a unique skill. Your troubles are now over! And once you master it. I'm sure you would no longer be troubled!... Probably...
Maya, the 3rd daughter of a rising merchant, born with a defective skill, leaves her family to start her own journey. She will face a lot of troubles and multiple hardships, but doing what you loved the most is worth the trouble.
WARNING! This story contains gore, dismemberment, psychological damage, abuse*, torture, and diabetes.
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