The Tales of an Infinite Regressor - Chapter 30 – Explorer II

As a virtuous wife, does it include tolerating his cousin, enduring his concubines, bearing his mother?

Perfectly average.

That’s how I would describe myself.

I spent most of my life being just that.

Average test scores with mostly C’s and B’s, average athletic abilities, average appearance, average social life, and average family background.

I wanted to be different, that's why I decided to be a pornstar.

dunno but somehow I awakened the ultimate pornstar system-

will I really be able to become the greatest pornstar?

For decades, mysterious dungeons have been popping up all over the world. The resources found within these dungeons have completely reshaped human society, turning life upside down.In this world, Tsukasa Kisaragi, a high school student and active dungeon explorer, harbors a lingering regret.Back when he first got his explorer license, his social anxiety held him back from forming any party or making friends.But whether it was a blessing or a curse, Tsukasa was born with an extraordinary talent for dungeon exploration. He was so good at it that even solo, he could conquer any dungeon without breaking a sweat. He got used to going it alone, and before he realized it, he had become one of the few EX-rank explorers in all of Japan—so rare they could be counted on one hand.Despite his incredible skills, Tsukasa kept his true identity hidden, living a low-key life. But one day, he stumbled upon something that would change everything: dungeon streaming. And from that moment, his world would never be the same.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.