Everyone thinks they can rest a bit now that the raid is wiped, but mc just cast mass combat rez and said, “Get back to work!”

The little bear calls him Dad. Anyone who hates the bear is Enemy. Dad squish like locust bug!

I was also pleasantly surprised by the prince not being just some entitled, clownish buffoon.

“Bwahaha! My adopted daddy ate the Dragon Lord’s heart, and he’ll eat yours, too, if you mess with me!”

I mean it’s in the title that he’s 9th class, so she’s technically the only 7th class present. 😁

If you got a “delete this” gun and can hit the arm, it saves you the risk of a spinal nerve reflex pushing the button after you delete the head.

Literally a skill issue. 😜

Harkness is a Dr. Who character famous for fornicating with almost anyone he meets.

There’s a meme you can easily find called the Harkness test to determine what is or isn’t on Harkness’s (and thus potentially the sharer’s) list of allowable interactions.

No they weren’t. She was his junior, she didn’t get her shoulder looked at in that timeline and the repetitive strain injury became bad enough to end her career, and he fired her.

This guy is trash. Feed him to a healthy Vega. With his hands and feet cuffed so he can’t fight.

Almost everyone in this is so far up their own ass they can smell their own breath mint.

Truck kun invited her twin sister to make it a three way, even. Even Chuck Norris might have been isekaied by that.

Davy Jones hair.

Oh yes. “Please have a sacrifice ceremony with me right away!”

Well, you know how the old Norse myths go, after all. Loki had a kid with a male horse, for example.

Harkness also says no—even if a badly written legal code actually allows it—if not an adult for her species.

If. Being the target of a shrink spell doesn’t make one younger. And that was a pretty big dragon before she shrank.

Edit: *sees next chapter* oh for fucks sake. Is the eastern hemisphere populated by anyone but pervos?

The defeated hellhound didn’t turn into another waifu? Writer missed an opportunity!

Undoubtedly. He’s got the lovey domestic one, now he needs the feisty asskicking one.

Rest in pieces, laddies.

The forehead eyes are nothing. Even if you ignore the wildly asymmetrical horns that clash with any soul with even a bit of artistry to it, the tentacle hair is far too Davy Jones for even my monster girl kink.