The world sucks!
In the dim moonlight, the locals tied Victor to an olive tree with heavy chains. About 20 werewolves gathered to watch the sacrifice ceremony, which was presided over by a squid-like humanoid creature, waving a staff and muttering incantations. Victor guesses that the Moon Man's admirers are a relatively small minority in the community.
Unfortunately, most people ignored Victor.
"Brother, is that smart?" Chocolate asked her brother, one of the few who objected to the adventurer's arrest. "He is the chief of staff of the evil dragon, and that man is already angry..."
"He burned our old home, sister," Croisant pointed out. Unlike his sister, he transformed into a terrifying black wolf the size of a car, glaring at Victor with boiling hatred.
"Yeah, so I don't want him to burn the one we have."
"I'm sure Victor was just following orders." Savuluse tried to argue with the cultists, although it wasn't the passionate defense Victor had hoped for. “Don’t blame the followers, blame the leaders.”
Croissant replied with a sneer. "After the dragon destroyed our home, I asked the Adventurer's Guild and they confirmed that it was the 'human companions' who led the dragon in the first place."
"But Wacker himself burned the forest!" Victor protested.
"You took him there anyway!" Croissant replied sharply.
"He burned my house!" complained another werewolf in the crowd.
"I watched all my livestock die!"
Savileus gave Victor a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, Vic. I tried. If my life wasn't in danger, I would have fought for your release."
Victor shrugged. It was more than he expected.
After the Moon Man's priest recited the incantation, a beam of light fell from the sky. In a blinding flash, a horrific affront to nature appears before Victor, a bus-sized hybrid of dragon and squid, with no eyes and only wriggling skin. Its countless tentacles swung around, driving away some of the werewolf worshipers.
Victor had a headache at the sight of the creature.
Charisma check successful! (Crazy) Negated!
It sounds like this guy, like Victor, is not happy to be here. "You do it again!" it screamed in a harsh, inhuman voice. "Why don't you stop?"
"The great moon beast!" shouted the leading priest, and the other believers bowed before the monster. Only C
oissa
t.chocoli
eandSavou
euse is still there. "Your putrid glory honors us! Please accept this sin offering!"
The monster was not grateful at all. In all. "I don't know how that slimy tongue of yours works, you bastard, but I swear on the Moon Man that one day I'm going to lose my self-control and I'm going to drip my prosthetic foot into the hole you use to relieve yourself. ."
"Um...sir," Victor said to the creature. "I would like to say that I am not complicit in this."
The giant froze. "Do you speak Irish, Pumpkin?"
R'lyehia
?Victor thought his Pe
K has translated these words into the creature's native tongue. "Well, yes, I can understand you very well." The adventurer blinked. "They can't?"
"Can he understand Moon Beast without going crazy?" The Squid Priest turned to Croissant, who shrugged in confusion.
Victor guessed they lacked the mental energy needed to discuss the intergalactic abomination. "Because you understand me too," the man said to the monster. "Words can't express how much I lost my appetite."
"Why should I eat you?" You don't even have a prosthetic foot. "Well... uh... you moving gametes make me sick... your face is horrible, with these big disgusting eyes, it looks like a cancer..."
It has no eyes of its own, so how does it know that Victor has eyes? "Yes, having eyes is scary, just like being tied to a tree and being threatened with death."
"I'll tell you what's scary, Gamete. You're doing your thing, enjoying your once-in-a-millennium vacation, and you have to get back to work before dawn, and you're this," the abominable guy held up Two tentacles, "just one step away from eating that delicious telepathic spider. And then, without warning, someone teleports you with food in their tendrils, and then to you Throw out a screaming human cub. That’s what they do. Every. Single. Moon! Aren’t you going to let off some steam?”
This explains why tentacled creatures destroy the world when summoned.
"Yeah, but..." Victor continued, looking at the believers, especially Croissant, who couldn't understand half of what Moon Beast said. "Why is it directed at me and not at them?"
The creature sighed. "The Moon Man... is very forgetful, so we must take care of his followers. He has a few already, and although stupid, the man is devout. However, I hope they don't keep calling me. I don't know them Where did you get the idea that the Moon Man needed a living sacrifice, but the idea spread everywhere.”
"I think they did that because they couldn't understand what you were saying, unlike me," Victor replied. "I can make it clear to them what you need and get them to stop."
"Can you make it stop?" The giant's tentacles twisted and made a dirty-sounding sound. "Oh, yes! Yes!"
"But you have to let me go first and let me be free."
"Yes, yes, at any cost." The giant's tentacles rushed towards the chains and broke them effortlessly. Victor walks away from the tree, enjoying his newfound freedom, much to the amazement of the faithful and the dismay of Croissant.
No one is more important than the lead pastor. "He...this newcomer was chosen by Moon Beast as its mouthpiece!"
"It says..." Victor continued, and then frowned at the moon beast. "May I have your name?"
“Thul-Gatha
, gamete skin bag. "
“Thul-Gatha
Say, you don't need any sacrifice to show your loyalty to its ancestors. "
The believers chatted in hushed tones. "Then how do we serve the Moon Man?" asked the chief priest.
"They were asking what should be substituted for sacrifice," Victor translated.
"Tell them that every full moon, they must walk on the moon until they are exhausted and then eat their own feces."
"is it serious?"
"No, but that would be fun," Moonmon replied. "Tell them to pray to the Moon Man for true knowledge and then have a quiet private orgy under the light of each full moon; drugs are encouraged but not required. Order them to stop summoning me as I have other cults to follow guide."
“Thul-Gatha
Says you have to pray to the Moon Man for insight, and..." The believers listened to him with rapt attention, which made Victor feel uneasy. "Drink orgies when the moon is full."
"Also, don't mess around." Moon Beast clarified. "It's very important that my father's cult remains healthy and productive. We allowed inbreeding a long time ago, so cults continue to die out today."
“Thul-Gatha
Fooling around is expressly prohibited and is an insult to the Moon Man. "
"Even cousins?" asked the priest.
"Cousins okay?" Victor transmitted the message.
Moon Beast hesitated for a minute before answering. "Cousins are not allowed, but in return, in-laws are."
"Cousins are not allowed, but since blood is the only obstacle to love, you can sleep with your in-laws. In the end, your repeated summons stopped Thul-Gatha
Guide other civilizations to glory. This shows that you have enough awareness and are able to manage yourself. "
"ch'ya
ul'
ya
shaggo
yth. "The believers said in unison.
"Yes, yes, inbred ones," Turgasa replied scornfully, and his flock could not understand him. "Is it done?"
"Yeah, I think they'll behave themselves from now on."
"Then thank you, Skin. Please stretch out your hand and show it to me, so that I can repay you for giving me peace."
Moon Beast touched Victor's left arm with its tentacle, and the wet contact sent shivers down his spine. The symbol of the Moon Man, the white mark of the full moon, appears on his skin.
Congratulations! You have been blessed by the moon people’s stars! You have won personal benefits [claimed by the moon people]!
[Moonman Claim]: When you level up, you have an additional 10% chance of gaining a Charisma point. You gain immunity to madness and moon effects, unless those are inflicted by the moon man and his servants.
Well! Finally, things finally worked out in his favor!
"Tell me, Gametozoa, do you want a job?" Moonmon suggested. "You would make a great mouthpiece to speak to the Moon Man's flock. I've been looking for a Chief of Staff to lead my minions."
Chief of Staff? Here we go again. "I already have a master, sir."
"Who are you?" the guy hummed to Victor. "Smell of a dragon? "You serve a dragon?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Look, carbon-based mammals, dragons are prestigious, but they pay too little for their minions." Like it wouldn't believe it. "If you serve me, by next month, you'll be swimming in pearls and shells. As my chief of staff, you also have unrestricted reproductive privileges, including ignoring fuck restrictions. You can keep your tendrils at home."
It was official, the monster was officially trying to bribe him. Victor pondered the proposal, the idea of running a fertility cult appealing to him.
But think of Winkle's reaction when he thought Victor had left him for a flying dragon and he was going to be grumpy for a while... "I was flattered," Victor said. "But my dragon is also worried about me leaving him, so I don't want to make him angry. I quite like the other minions."
"Your funeral," Moon Beast replied. "If you change your mind, go to the moon and see me."
"But thank you, I'm honored by your proposal," Victor said politely, just in case the guy held a grudge. He turned to a cult. "And...what should I do with them?"
"Dudu, they." The moon beast disappeared in another flash of light, obviously eager to leave this place.
Congratulations! Because you resisted the temptation to deceive your dragon master with a moon beast, proved your loyalty, and served as a bridge between the monster lords and their flocks, you have earned two levels of [Monster Squire] ]!
+60 hp, +10sp, +1 ski, +1 agi, +1 i
t, +1 cha, +1 lack!
You have obtained the [Assembly Minions] career privilege!
[Rally Servants]: By issuing a strong authoritative statement such as "Death to them, or death to me," you can increase all attributes of your minions for a short period of time.
"Well done," Sauluse congratulated Victor, "I couldn't understand half of what it said, but you handled it like a champ."
Victor shrugged. He felt that he had done his best...
wait.
Wait, wait! Victor didn't ask the creature if he could be sent back to Earth!
"I guess I'll just have to eat him myself," Croissant said, baring his fangs, but the Lunarian priest blocked his way with his staff.
"You shall not harm the prophet of our God with your fangs, blessed!" The priest turned to Victor again. "Excuse me, what is the final revelation of the chosen Victor? "What are you going to do with us?"
Don't abuse your power, Victor, don't abuse your power, don't abuse your power.
abuse one's power. "Sugasa wants me to—"
Before Victor could make his unreasonable request, a powerful shadow blocked the moonlight, followed by a familiar voice.
"Slave!"
Everyone shuddered, and Winkle's landing kicked up dust as he hit the ground with a thud. "Slave! You are here! Stop daydreaming and tell me where my treasure is! Is it safe? Is it cured?"
Victor sighed, his vacation was too short. He already regretted not accepting Moon Beast's offer. "I put it where you want it, Your Majesty, but no, it doesn't 'cure'."
"As I feared," Winkle said angrily, his golden eyes falling on the gathered villagers, the fire in his gaze causing them to step back. "What are they, new minions?"
"They are the survivors of the forest of Gevaudan, burned by His Majesty."
"Yes, we are." To his credit, Croissant was brave enough to stand up to Winkel. "You burned our home."
"Then apologize to me immediately, werewolf."
Croissant stared at the dragon, petrified. "Why should we apologize to you?"
"If you hadn't survived, I would have gotten more of the treasure," Winkle replied. "So your survival has cost me. You will all be my new servants to apologize for. Now, do as I wish and you will be greatly rewarded. Namely life. In any other dragon's case, you would have committed The sins have been eaten long ago and the werewolves will not be allowed to do their bidding, but I am tolerant and merciful.”
Victor has horrific memories of those phrasings, which he attributes to post-Wink stress disorder. The more Croissant heard, the less convinced he seemed. "You can't expect—"
"I am a dragon. A dragon that has never eaten a wolf, and your voice is starting to sound like food. Victor, is that wolf food?"
"That depends on the situation." Victor stared at Croissant. "Are you dragon food, croissant?"
The wolf looked at Victor, then at Winkle, realizing that he was twenty times smaller, and then glared at Victor again. "I'm starting to realize that the 'just following orders' excuse can be valid," he complained.
"You're absolutely right," Victor replied, a little too happy to rub it in the wolf's face.
Croissant looked at the rest of the villagers, but no one wanted to take a stand. Later, he took one look at his sister and decided not to lose money anymore, proving that he was much smarter than the nobles of Gadmane. "I apologize to you two," the werewolf said, forcing himself to get every word out. "Don't eat us."
"Unless you run out of sheep," Winkle replied, and the villagers looked at each other. The dragon lost interest in the wolves and turned to Victor. "Minion, I have to be a wizard."
"A wizard, Your Majesty?"
"The Lich wasn't dead when I killed him, and now he's hiding in his castle like a coward. You said he hid his soul in something so that it would be immortal."
"Yes, his will is probably hidden in the castle." Victor began to realize where the dragon was going.
"I couldn't break the magical barrier protecting it, and I couldn't heal my treasure, so I had to become a wizard," Winkle explains. "We must destroy the great evil Fribond, the minion Victor. This is not about wealth anymore, minion. It's about all the dragons, all the treasures, now and in the future. Fu
ibo
They are the greatest threat to the dragon's way of life after the gold-eating bugs. "
"Are there any insects that eat gold?" Victor asked, wondering what was going on.
"Yes," Winkle said in an ominous tone. "I was overconfident, thinking that being an adventurer was all about increasing the size of my treasure chest. I now realize that I had no idea of the dangers that lay ahead. All the treasures hidden in the darkest corners of the world are under threat, and I They must be destroyed."
Victor said nothing, he was stunned by Winkel's passionate speech.
"Fu
ibo
He is the embodiment of evil, a cruel, heartless monster who likes to take everything that brings value to the world and turn it into lead. Imagine what would happen if he spread the spell outside the castle? Imagine a world without gold?" Winkle made a brief pause. "You can't, Manling, and neither can I! Because there is only Fu.
ibo
Such a perverted monster can only be imagined! He is evil and must be stopped. So we're going to break the magic barrier, cleanse the dungeon, and destroy the lich once and for all. Even if it takes a thousand years!”
They're all screwed.
Winkle started acting like a true adventurer.
