Others’ Tales:

Plants vs. Zombies

Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero.

– Horace

– ***** –

Prince Orchid was in a great mood.

The expedition led by his guild [Dragonheart Flower] to the [Tiamat Mountain Range] was a disastrous failure. They had been stuck for months doing nothing but extensively mapping the area, unable to cross the mountains, ridiculing themselves while [Horizon] grew more famous daily by strengthening their hold over the territory surrounding [Phoenix Castle].

The archbishop of the Temple backing them up was displeased with their lack of progress, as were many of his guildmates. Their supplies were running low and their funds threatened to soon join the formers, dooming their expedition once and for all, except if the loaned paladins were recalled first, which would render any monetary concern irrelevant because they would then be fucked anyway.

Moreover, there was absolutely no reason to presume anything would get better in the foreseeable future.

"Aaaah... Today truly is a good day."

As he walked across his commending tent, a glass of wine in a hand and a smile on his lips, Prince thought about a beautiful young woman with hazelnut hair and brown eyes. Her figure overlapped in his mind with a nearly identical high elf, if not for the silky jet black hair and forest green eyes replacing the features of the original.

"Ah, Lily, dear cousin,” he toasted alone. “I hope you enjoy your stay at your parent's farm. Do not worry, I will take care of my guild in your absence."

Lily Snapdragon, DHF's vice-master, was actually also his real-life cousin, although that fact was mostly kept secret from the guild. She had begun squatting his apartment five months ago, allegedly to save up on lodging money, since he lived close to her chosen university. Massive bullshit. They both were learning through correspondence courses. He doubted she even ever stepped on the grounds of the nearby campus.

He himself would have preferred to attend actual lessons – he was actually enrolled – but she wouldn’t allow him, so he gave up. He couldn’t believe how fast his cousin had manage to take full control of every single aspect of his life. At least he still had some leeway as Guild Master, so lately he spent more and more time in the game.

Fortunately, that woman would be at her parents' home for the whole week-end, lying her ass off about her fabulous student life. And, paramount of divine grace, her parents lived on a farm, in one of the only places left in the USA where getting access to the internet was less likely than growing a second head, which granted Prince with almost ten days of absolute freedom.

"Now... What do I do today? It isn't likely some new development will occur, so let's go visit Melany," he said with a practised lady-killer smile.

He drank his wine, put the glass down on a table, readjusted his military suit of white and gold, taking a pose with his gloved hand resting on the pommel of his rapier, and looked at himself in a large cheval glass standing near the wall of cloth. Sky blue eyes, toothpaste smile, wavy blond hair growing slightly past his ears, perfect face, his avatar was everything one would expect from someone named Prince. He tried to see some of his real features in his modified visage, but to his greatest joy, he saw none.

He plucked a fraxinella, also known as “burning bush”, out of a nearby vase and set it up in his breast pocket. Dictamnuses were not the most pleasing to the eye amongst flowers, but he did not wear it purely for aesthetic purposes.

He looked at himself once again.

Satisfying.

"Truly, this day couldn't go any bett-"

At this moment, the sides of the entrance flew open and a man rushed inside, dressed in a cloak covered in plants, mainly ivy, and with a pair of antlers on each side of the hood that hid his face.

"Guild Master Prince Orchid!" exclaimed the newcomer of druidic appearance.

Then, seeing his leader was alone, he continued on a less pompous tone: “Greg, we foun-”

“Name, Mistletoe.”

“Right. Sorry Prince.”

"No prob. Speak. What’s up?"

Proud of his function, Prince made a point of knowing the names and classes of all his core guild members… not just the female ones. And Mistletoe was a close friend even in real life, despite his flawed character and even if they had not physically met each other in months.

"We found a passage!"

The Druid was obviously excited, so it was likely more than another false alarm, and the Guild Master's smile broaden even more.

I was wrong. This day could get better after all.

– *** –

"So you say there was a rock slide?"

"Yes. Team Cornflower was investigating the new room found by Team Dandelion, when a portion of the wall collapsed and revealed a tunnel."

Prince and Mistletoe were each carrying a torch and running along a narrow cave, towards a large natural room they had found a week prior.

The room was huge. A small church would have probably fit inside. And the wall were covered in abstruse scriptures. Three months ago, the discovery of such a place might have excited the members of the expedition, but after dozens of similar sites, and no substantial gain, their enthusiasm had seriously cooled down.

"A tunnel?" repeated Prince. "Are you sure it isn't just another dungeon?"

"Affirmative. We sent Team Poppy to explore the inside. They confirmed it wasn't a dungeon. And two different Air Mages from Team Cabbage also confirmed there was another exit to the tunnel."

"When is the Megazord due to arrive?"

"As soon as we manage to get people out of that damn Ferris wheel."

"Good. Let us hurry."

"..."

Prince could feel his friend’s gaze on him.

"What?"

"Are we really going to make that joke every time something happens?"

"As long as it takes for me to get used to those color-coded flowery teams… Seriously, wasn’t there anything else green beside cabbages? I can never understand what that woman is thinking."

"You have it hard, Masta," Mistletoe commented with a smirk and a suggestive movement of his eyebrows. “Being fawned over, cooked for, fed, washed, clad, looked after in your sleep…”

"Why don't you try it?" the other replied with irritation.

"You should just give in. If anything, she's hot."

"I still value my life."

"My point exactly."

"..."

They continued to run in silence after that, Mistletoe still grinning and Prince contemplating his dark future.

– *** –

The pair soon reached the dark natural chamber lit up by torches, and Prince immediately rectified his brooding face. Mistletoe was one thing, but in front of his other guildmates, he was the Master of Dragonheart Flower, confident, competent, and above all, charming.

With a measured pace, he crossed the vast space, the Druid following a few steps behind on his left. If Lily had been there, she would have been on his right. At least decorum was something the cousins agreed on.

The entrance of the newly discovered tunnel was guarded by a trio of players. One was a human girl in mage robe. The other two were guys, a human swordsman and a tall half-orc in plate armour. From their equipment, more than decent but subpar compared with many in the guild, Prince could tell they had barely passed the minimum level requirement for this quest. That, and the fact he couldn't place a name on their faces, designated the three as fairly new recruits.

As the Guild Master approached, they straightened their postures and gave him an approximate military salute.

"Good evening," Prince said with his whitest and sparkliest smile. "Thank you for your hard work."

"N-N-No! We just d-d-did our job," the mage stammered, clearly blushing.

Prince ignored the death glares from the two others players, as well as Mistletoe low chuckle behind him, and took the girl's hand to land a soft kiss on its back.

"No. It is my pleasure to have such diligent comrades. Does this beautiful maiden have a name she would be so kind as to grace me with the sound of?"

"I-I-I'm Kamille. Kamille Belladone."

Cute… Well, I guess we are bound to gather all the flowery names around, aren't we?

"And who might your companions be?" he asked again as he prudently shifted his gaze away from Kamille's eyes, before the girl actually blew up a vein in her face.

"Ah! This is Marc Hops," she said designating the swordsman.

At least that’s manly enough.

He stepped away from the cloud of pheromones and gave the man a firm handshake.

"Always a pleasure to meet a fellow practitioner of the sword. Please feel free to come to me for a spar when you feel bored. I might be able to entertain you."

Despite his earlier hostile reaction, Marc couldn't help but relax his guard, being directly talked to in such a friendly manner by the esteemed leader of one of the most powerful guilds of Untold Tales.

"It would be my honour, Guild Master."

"And this is Moss Fernz," the girl continued with the introductions.

Moss… because he’s green… Can’t comment that.

The tall half gave Prince a curt nod, which the latter send back as respectfully as possible.

"There is also Chloé Ginger, the healer of the party, but she is offline right no- Ah!" she caught herself mid-sentence and covered her mouth with her hands. "I mean... I-I-I'M SORRY!! We were on guard duty, but she had a familial obligation and she-"

"That's alright" he cut her off. "This is a game, not the army. If you cannot be online, you cannot be online. That’s all there is to it. If you stress yourself over the game, that defies its initial purpose, does it not? But please, try to inform Mistletoe here if someone gets held up. The higher-ups are not there only to give out orders. We are also supposed to organise the guild so that our members can enjoy the game to its fullest. But we can only do that if we know who is available and when. So please, be careful next time. Okay?"

"Ye-YES!!"

He smiled broadly and Kamille all but fainted. Prince could almost hear the Druid behind him roll on the floor laughing inside his own twisted hooded head.

Yeah. People these days are to serious. A game is meant to be fun. If that wandering idiot is right about something, that’s it. Just because I can't enjoy the game doesn't mean I can't help other relax from their daily lives.

Seeing as Kamille was out of commission and Moss not the talkative type, Prince then turned towards the swordsman Marc to ask: "Are you a new team?"

"Yes, Team Razzmatazz... sir?"

"Sir' will do if you want. But you don’t need to be so formal."

The fuck is "razzmatazz"? When did we run out of flowers?

Thankfully for him, Kamille suddenly came back to life and found pertinent to add: "It is a sort of double-flowered coneflower. It’s reddish pink. I… I thought it was cute."

"Oh. Interesting."

KILL IT!! KILL IT WITH FIRE!! Damn you, World! How many shades of pink are you going to inflict upon us until you are satisfied?!

Not letting his inner outcry filter out, Prince finally addressed the main point of his presence: "So, Team... Razzmatazz, is everything alright around here?"

"Yes sir, we-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

I had to ask, didn't I?

The three recruits jumped at the scream that came out of the tunnel, while Prince just sighed. Mistletoe in turn whispered: "You jinxed it, Guil' Masta."

"Shut up. I know that," the other answered on the same tone, before raising his voice. "Go fetch reinforcement in case anything unexpected happens. I'll go see what's going on with Team Poppy."

He watched the Druid take off, then turned back towards the trio.

"You three, come with me."

They might be weak compared to the other members of the expedition, but they weren't newbies. Kamille, Marc and Moss rapidly recovered from their surprise and responded with another improvised military salute.

"Yes Sir!"

“Alright.”

Resolutely, he stepped in the tunnel…

*bang*

- 2 HP

…only to stumble backwards after being slammed into by someone running in the opposite direction.

“Ow. Who… Holly? Shit, what happened?!”

Holly Wood, leader of team Poppy, stood before him, unsteady and panting. Her eyes were haggard, her priestess garb in tatters and covered in blood, and she very noticeably was missing an arm. The wound had been closed however, benefits of healing magic.

“I… I don… We found… and then… Oh God, all the others… Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god…”

Shit. Did they excavate a Balrog or something?

“Holly, calm down. Explain what you found. I promise we will avenge your team.”

He assumed, seeing her state, that her teammates were in no better condition. The woman seemed to come back to her senses a little.

“I don’t know what it was. Undead I think. But I never heard of anything like that. The others shielded my escape. I…”

Undead is it? That would explain the unexplained spontaneous support from the Temple. But what kind?

Shivering, the priestess was muttering to herself, something about being a failure as a leader. Prince grabbed her shoulders and forced her to face him.

“Holly. Tell me everything you can.”

“Ah… There… There was a-”

“ROOOOOOAR!!!”

“SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK!!”

Loud noises echoed and Holly paled.

“It’s coming.”

“What? Who’s comi-”

*BANG*

Suddenly, a black blur bolted out of the tunnel and collided with the two players.

- 50 HP

Rolling on the cave floor, Prince cursed. What was with everyone rushing into him today? He somersaulted backwards on the ground a few times and ended his course very un-princely laying on his upper back, legs over his head.

A prickly feeling on his face made him open his eyes and what greeted him was a tiny skeleton staring back at him.

“HAAA!!”

“SQUEEEK!!”

“HAAAAAAAA!!”

“SQUEEEEEEEEAK!!”

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

“SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK!!”

“AAAAA… GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!”

“SQUEE-EEEEEEEEEEEE-”

*crack*

Thrown away, the little animalistic bone monster slammed into the nearest wall, which was still quite far, and scattered.

Prince stood up and took the scene surrounding him. The Razzmatazz trio was still beside the tunnel entrance, standing stunned. Holly… Holly’s corpse was laying a little further. She had been in a bad shape already and had borne the brunt of the impact. Next to her was a large black horse oozing black smoke and unhurriedly trying to get back on its hooves.

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“Sque-heee-heeeakargh…”

A sound came from the pile of squashed bones, which was reassembling itself into something like a rodent holding its head in pain. Then it jumped back on its tiny feet and made a victory sign with its claws. Puzzled but prudent, Prince unsheathed his sword. However he was completely ignored, as the creature rushed to the fallen horse and began admonishing it with high-pitched squeals.

The situation was utterly weird.

This feeling… Oh god no.

At that moment, Mistletoe, followed by the Mages of Team Cabbage, made irruption in the room.

“Code EW!!” Prince immediately shouted at him.

Under his hood, the Druid’s face paled and he nodded back to one of the Mages, who ran back out of the cave at full speed.

“Code EW? Are you sure?” he confirmed to the Guild Master after reaching his side.

Without answering, Prince sternly designated the little bone rodent, now clad in darkness, arguing with the smoky horse.

“Oh…” Mistletoe simply commented.

“Excuse me… eeeh…”

This was the reddish pink trio. Kamille was looking at the two higher-ups with a confused face, also casting brief glances at Holly’s body and the absurd scene.

“Yes?” replied Prince.

“What is code EW?”

The two players looked at each other, then Missletoe answered: “Oh, right, you’re new. Code EW is a full mobilisation of the available guild members. It is the standard procedure in case someone encounters something that defies the commonly accepted logic of the game. It is mostly to prevent things to go South if that guy is involved.”

“That guy?”

“Elric Walker,” both whispered with a tone of defeat.

“Eh? The Deep Exp’? Is he so dangerous? I heard he was armless and funny.”

“FOOL!!” Misseltoe shouted. “You do not know the true terror of the Harbinger of Odd!”

Prince shivered: “I remember the [Chickentulla].”

“And the army of… were those smurfs?”

“I don’t know. Very aggressive smurfs maybe. What still bugs me is those anthropophagus broccolis they were riding.”

“Aaaah! Don’t remind me! I still can’t eat vegetables without cheching if they have teeth.”

“And that time with the [Meteorite Shower]. How did he summon that?”

“Hell if I know. All I remember is her screaming ‘Kyaaaaaaa!! Ecchi!!’, then she started throwing [Rock Bullets] at us.”

“[Fiery Rock Bullets].”

“Oh, right. How did she even invoke fire from under a waterfall?”

“How could I know?! Ask Elric!”

“I’m not going anywhere near that guy! I value my humanity.”

“Oh… did we ever manage to turn that lord’s daughter back?”

“Yeah… She still often bleats and sometimes goes out to graze her father’s lawn, but aside from that she is mostly back to human.”

“Ah… good.”

Both of them sighed loudly, lost in their little traumatised world under the confused eyes of Team Razzmatazz.

“Hem. Sirs, the little guy and the horse are coming this way.”

Marc the Swordsman snapped them back to reality.

Everyone turned around and looked at the rodent riding the shadow horse, walking closer. Once a mere five metres away, the mount turned sideways and the diminutive bony figure faced the small crowd. Its long fist-sized skull snickered, its lipless mouth filled with sharp pointy fangs, clattering viciously. Ghastly green fire burned in the depth of its empty sockets and veil of pure darkness covered most of its skeletal body. The creature looked dangerous and threatening, yet couldn’t help but foster a feeling of pity into those gazing upon it.

“Squeeeeeeak!! Squee squeeee squeeeeeak!! Squeak squeak Sque-sque-squeeeeeaaaak!!” the creature declared grandiosely.

“…”

“…”

“What?”

Prince felt a headache coming.

“He said ‘I am Nutrek Acornazieth the Fourth. Fear Me unworthy mortals. Serve the great I or die under My army of minions.’ I think that’s the rough translation. And the tone was a bit more pompous.”

Everyone’s gazes once again shifted, this time towards Mistletoe. Even Nutrek looked taken aback.

“You speak squirrel?” Prince asked, doubtful.

“I am a protocol druid.”

Silence answered that statement.

*cough* “Eeeh…” the mentally tired Guild Master sighed again. “He’s an enemy then?”

“…I suppose so?”

“Okay. Then… Charge… I guess.”

The much unmotivated order took some time to take effect, but the mages eventually began casting their spells. However, before they could finish throwing them at the self-introduced Nutrek Acornazieth, a loud roar shook the cave.

“ROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAR!!”

“SQUEEEEEAK!!”

Under the astounded eyes of the assembled players, a tide of decaying monsters spewed out of the tunnel. Prince noted four half-moles spilling their organs, a rotting creature made of dogs stitched together, a baby duck lacking both its eyes, a brown snake, a swarm of ghastly butterflies, what looked like a giant shrimp with spider legs, and a couple of rabbits covered in bloods. Then any attempt at individual recognition was lost in the sheer number of the horde.

“Are those the aforementioned minions? It looks like their fearsome overlord fled though. And did he just screamed ‘shi-”

“Shut up Mistletoe! Try to slow them with your magic! Team Cabbage, battle formation! Kamille, join them. Moss, protect Mistletoe until he finishes incanting. Marc, with me! We need to plug that tunnel before we’re overwhelmed.”

““““Yes!””””

With now a clearly hostile enemy in front of him, Prince Orchid gathered his wits back and organised his troops. Then he charged.

Before reaching the small army already in the cave, Prince reached for the fraxinella still hanging from his breast pocket and crushed it. Fire surged forth and covered his rapier. Obtaining different power form different plants, that was the ability of the Florist Swordsman. As much as he found his class stupid, he couldn’t deny its versatility. Plus, girls liked cool flower dudes, although having been both laughed at and called “awesome” by Elric left a weird taste in Prince’s mouth.

At least if that guy could get my name right!!

Focusing his rage on his current opponents, the Guild Master plunged into the mass of rotting monsters. Good thing he had chosen the “burning bush” as ornament today. Undead were weak against fire. It was not as efficient as holy magic, but it was better than a simple steel sword. He just wished he had his silver weapon, or the mithril one, but he was careless and had left them at the commanding tent.

But, seriously, who could expect an sudden undead outbreak after no sighting of the Wandering Knight for several months?

Slightly behind him, Marc covered his back by defeating the remnants of the leader’s victims. On both sides, AoE magic began to rain, courtesy of Kamille and Team Cabbage. Moss continued to protect the Druid from stray monsters and soon Mistletoe finished his incantation.

The mob became instantly more sluggish, if only a little. The Druid’s taming magic was not as efficient as normal because of the sheer number of animals and their undead nature. But victory was built on small advantages. That was Prince’s deep belief, reason why a certain individual who always charged ahead without any plan and still came out unscathed tended to especially infuriate him.

In no time, Prince and Marc reached the entrance of the tunnel. They left the cleaning of the cave to their guildmates and proceeded to slaughter any new monsters who arrived. More precisely, Prince slaughtered them while, again, Marc cut up any who passed through his Guild Master’s blockade.

– *** –

Ten minutes later, the flow of abnormal undead did not seem to dry up. Corpses piled up at Prince’s feet but the monsters kept devouring their fallen brethren and surging forwards. He was beginning to tire. The effects of the burning bush had run up already and he was now fighting with only his swordsmanship.

Damned, I need more. Can’t they take a break? Just the time for me to run to a real florist?

The Florist Swordsman was a very powerful and versatile class, because it enabled the player to use an absurd variety of techniques as long as the corresponding plant was available. However the plants had to be fresh, and unfortunately the inventory did not froze items in time. Milk would go off, meat rot, and flowers wither.

Usually that was not a problem, but today…

“Where are the paladins?!”

“They are praying!” Mistletoe shouted back.

“Well could someone pray those armoured fuckers to get their faithful asses over here?!”

Except Mistletoe, everyone looked shocked to hear their ever-polite Prince spit such rude words.

Fuck you rotbags!! How dare you spoil my perfect day!? If I could-

However then, a powerful yet melodious voice echoed over the cacophony of gargling beasts.

“Cover the world with child’s beauty. Call Innocence and Purity. [Daisy Haven]!”

From cracks in the walls and even seemingly out of thin air, a garden of daisies suddenly covered the stone of the cave.

Prince felt his blood froze, but at the same time power surged through him, along with a blinding white light which made him look like a miniature sun. With a scream of rage and despair, he began piercing one monster after the other. Under his shining rapier, the undead were annihilated without even leaving ashes behind. And, each time one monster was obliterated, a flower flared up.

Rapidly, the tunnel was cleared. Sweating and out-of-breath, Prince turned around. Every single one of his guildmates were looking at him with awe, like he was some vengeful god of light or something, except again for Mistletoe whose wry smirk could be seen under his hood.

However Prince saw none of them, having eyes only for the Forest Maiden, a beautiful high elf in simple green dress standing in the middle of the disappearing garden of daisies.

“Prince!”

The beauty ran up to him and looked at his body, worriedly checking for injuries. Finding none serious, she sighed in relief, a hand resting on her bountiful chest.

“Lily… I though you would be gone all week-end? What pleasure brings you back so soon?”

To his great pride, he managed to keep fear out of his voice.

“I just knew something was going to happen. Besides, I could not stay a full week-end without seeing you!”

In a sudden fluid movement, she delicately slipped her arm around his neck, leaned forward, and gave him a short but passionate kiss. Prince knew better than not hug and kiss her back.

Then she let go of his lips and slid to his side, clutching his right arm between her two mounds, resting her head on his shoulder, and smiling blissfully.

“You would have missed me too, right?”

“…”

“Right ?”

“Of course!”

Maintaining a trained poker face, Prince looked over the people present in the cave.

Kamille was blushing heavily, but her admiring gaze was as focused on Lily as on the Guild Master, so she was probably safe. The rest of them showed an expression of respectful envy at the sight of the powerful couple… again, except Mistletoe who was busy choking with silent laughter, holding himself to the wall. That guy’s bad personality was probably why Lily allowed him to stick around. He enjoyed seeing Prince in trouble too much to try to separate the cousins.

“Prince…” Lily, close to his ear, murmured in a way only he could perceive. “I’m afraid we will have to replace the leader of team Dandelion. I crossed path with Melany on my way here. It seems she suddenly decided to quit because of family obligations. The poor girl, she even deleted her avatar. It’s sad. She was such a good girl. You liked her, didn’t you?”

“Me-Melany?” Prince gulped. “I don’t recall such a person. Was she one of our Team Leaders?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter anymore. How tragic.”

“Yes…”

“Oh! And I also met a weird little thing running away earlier. Since I’m not too good at fighting, I used one of those teleportation scrolls we found last month.”

“The random ones?”

She nodded with a sheepish malicious grin.

Oh… I almost pity the rodent. He didn’t seemed like a bad fellow.

“By the way Prince, what do you want to eat this evening?”

“Anything you cook is always the most delicious meal I can hope for.”

“Ooooh~ You! You know me best.”

“That’s because I love you.”

Hearing this, the high elf snuggled closer with a delighted smile, and Prince screamed inwardly, feeling the Devil’s shackles close back on his soul.

– *** –

Somewhere far away, on top of a mountain covered in ice and blizzard, a bony squirrel looked around in disbelief. Beside him, a black horse was frozen in place. Literally.

Then, a shadow passed over the pair. Nutrek raised his gaze and squealed in fright. If he had had any eyes, they would have been wide in refusal of the situation.

The huge red dragon loudly landed fifty metres away from them, the movement of its impressive wings sending a wave of snow in their direction. The little overlord immediately jumped atop Asparagus’ head and in-extremis avoided being buried. The frozen stallion did not escape this fate though.

However immediately a ring of fire materialized around them, melting the snow. No, sublimating it. The abrupt upwards current of vaporized water blasted Nutrek off his perch and he fell on the ground. He laid there, stunned and unable to react while a woman suddenly stepped down from atop the dragon.

Her hair was a fiery orange-red and she was brazenly wearing a lose miko outfit, though she didn’t look Japanese at all. Her massively exposed skin had a healthy tanned tone. Her expression was dangerous and temptress, and her lips full and red. Her eyes too were ruby, but her pupils were as slit as those of her dragon. She walked without hurry, half-naked yet unfazed by the cold gusts of wind, the air around her instead undulating under the presence of extreme heat. Each of her steps revealed the ground under her bare feet in a crackling cloud of steam.

One could say that, for all intend and purposes, this woman was… hot.

She crossed the encircling wall of flames like it didn’t even exist and crouched beside the fallen squirrel overlord.

“Hello, pet. I’m Hime. You look unusual. Tell me, ever heard of Elric Walker?”

– ***** –

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I was wondering. Would anyone be interested by a more serious story from me? I had this idea for a side project that would be updated like twice per month or something. Nothing too time consuming, but… yeah… Something I would write whenever I don’t feel like cracking jokes.

So, anyone fundamentally against me dispersing my feeble focus? I know I myself don’t like when authors do several stories at once… unice5656 being sort of an exception because she already writes slowly.

Anyway, that’s just a thought.

Thank you for reading and see you next chapter for a tentacle rape boss battle.

PS: I looked at Reincarnated Corpse and Reincarnated as main character little sister [etc…]. Those are nice FFs.