York Shaw, thirty-nine years old, is an adventurer.
Well... to be precise, he can only be considered half of one.
After all, it has been a long time since he took a proper task from the adventurer association.
After barely achieving Professional Level twelve years ago through much effort, the growing age and stagnant strength gradually turned his once dreams and aspirations for the adventurer's path into Gold Coins on the gambling table and alcohol digested in his body, completely leaving them behind.
Just like the majority of low level adventurers in this world who hit the end of their upward path, he has become a walking corpse driven by desire.
However, York Shaw considers himself somewhat lucky, at least before being completely stagnated by the professional bottleneck, he had already raised his Professional Level to Level 3 through years of hard work, and had some ties with various forces in Salt Rock Port.
