This was probably the most embarrassing breakfast of Victor's life.
Him and Chocolati
e stood on opposite ends of the kitchen table in awkward silence, neither willing to talk to the elephant in the room.
"So... do you like Samhain?" The werewolf tried to find a topic, but it only made them both flinch.
"Pretty much," he answered, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "It's very enlightening."
"oh."
You are too weak. The damage caused by psychic embarrassment.
Yeah, at least the last date was straightforward.
He had just finished a meeting with Isabel, his diabolical mistresses, and all their lawyers. The exhausting meeting ended with a solution, albeit one that did not please the vizier.
"This is the deal I signed for most of my descendants." Victo
Finally got up the courage to give it to Chocolati
e read a document. "In short, I consider all my children biological, although my daughter with Isabel Moore is first in the line of succession. Isa signed a separate agreement with the other demons, and once she Become a demon CEO and all their children are guaranteed to be in B
a
iña took a seat on the company's board of directors in exchange for specific concessions. I agreed to pay alimony, child support, and provide housing in my mansion. "
"Alimony?" Chocolate said, refusing to look at the document. She never cared about legal minutiae.
"Yeah," Victor sighed. "There is a clause in the summoning contract that states that if I accidentally impregnate a member of the demon harem, I will become their exclusive employer. This means I must pay 'eternal concubinage' until my fourth death."
"It sounds like a marriage agreement," Chocolati
e said, clearly frustrated by this.
"They didn't use that word, but yeah." The financial penalties were so high that lawyers suggested suicide and resurrection as a cheap alternative. "They said this was to ensure that all new born children 'belonged to the heroes of Happy Paradise,' but in reality, they were just exploiting me."
His troubles weren't over yet. He also had to go to Hadmore for a paternity test.
The werewolf seemed angry, but he expected that. "I can't believe you married the devil first!"
"I thought you could accept an open relationship?" Victor frowned.
"Yes, but..." She crossed her arms awkwardly. "I would love a nice fur dress."
Victor sighed. "Jock, I'm telling you this so you know what I think of us."
The werewolf remained awkwardly silent.
"What if..." Damn, why is it so hard to talk about this?! "I will legitimize our children and take responsibility if you decide to keep them."
"What if I decide?" interrupted Chocolate, feeling uncomfortable with the topic. "Vic, don't say that. The two of us have to make a decision."
"Both options are acceptable to me," Victor replied. "If you decide... you know, I'll respect your decision and nothing will change. I'm addicted to you and I'll stay with you if you want me to. Everything will be like before."
"Are you addicted to me?" Her face lit up.
"Yes," he said. "I can't explain it with logic. I'm not sure if it's love, but if every girl I fucked with broke up with me, you'd be the one person I desperately wanted to be in my life."
Despite her quirks, despite her dangerous grip on reason, she had a firmer grip on his heart than anyone else.
By this time, the werewolf's face had turned red. The chocolate chocolate look is very cute. "Vic," she said loudly. "I've told you before, I'm not settling down."
The minister nodded.
"But...I'm addicted to you too, and I think there's something special between us: two werewolves, two limes."
Victor thought he heard wrongly. "Two we
eslimes?”
"Oh, yes! According to Essingrim, they're like werewolves, but they turn into slime during the full moon!"
Which god decided to make this happen? "Jock, I have to warn you. You know me, I don't think I'm the best person to be a father."
"You'll learn," she responded enthusiastically. "I'll help."
He stood up from his chair, she stood up, and they embraced.
As he held her close to his chest, Victor was reminded of the early days of their relationship; the fear he had felt contrasted with the anxious warmth he felt now. Yes, she is crazy, but she is also very caring.
At this moment, he wouldn't trade her for anything.
The cozy moment was interrupted by the sudden entry into the kitchen of a newcomer whom the minister had never seen before. A creature that looks like a scarecrow with a pumpkin for a head is clearly in need of restoration. "Jack is hungry!"
"Jock, who are you?" Victor asked, still holding the werewolf in his arms.
"Jake, my new tenant!" Chocolati
e said. "I rented Croissant's old room to him since Samhain. Jack, this is my boyfriend Vic!"
"Jack says hello," the creature said, then immediately focused on what was important. "Jack asked Garfield where the cookies were?"
"In a cold refrigerator!" said the werewolf. "But if you keep eating my pastries, you're going to get fat!" Alison said I put too many calories in them!"
"Jack will never get fat," the monster answered as he searched in the kitchen.
Victor raised his eyebrows and used [Monster Insight] to decipher this strange entity.
"Jack o'lantern"
Crown of Souls (Elves/Undead).
Strong resistance: fire, undead, plants, evil, souls, elves, magic, curses, all negative status diseases.
Weak pairs: Dragon, Death Slayer, Frost, Cold Iron, Star Metal, Candy.
Halloween/Samhai
The patron saint of festivals and the inspiration for the Jack-O-Lantern myth on Earth. Jack, a misfit loner among his kind and addicted to candy, refused to join Odius in her crusade but stole one of her Soul Crowns as a prank. If in Samhai
Having been bribed into being benign, he now has a taste for chocolate (and mucous in general)
mu
i
) is confused by a newfound perverse obsession.
The minister froze, preparing to fire his deadly spell at the monster. "Choc, behind me."
"What?" his girlfriend replied cluelessly.
"Do you know who he is?"
"fomo
".
"You-you know?"
"Yes, he told me," the werewolf replied nonchalantly. "But Jack is fine!" He's helping us farm because he has no money. "
"Jack is confused," the monitor said gruffly. "For the first time, Jack lives among mortals without pretense"
Victor kept blinking, and then whispered to his lover: "Jock, what are you thinking about?"
“Vic, I helped build Mu
mu
i
, so that all monsters can coexist peacefully and become good neighbors. "Chocolate pointed out. "Even fairies. He behaves well and he’s not even a Prydan, so what’s the problem?”
"He lives at your house," Victor replied protectively.
The werewolf blushed and kissed his cheek. "I'm fine, I swear!" Besides, he would never hurt a good cook like me!"
"Jack has been treated," the doctor said. "That way Jack won't be able to do any tricks."
"see it?"
As Jack drummed his fingers on the refrigerator, the Prime Minister looked on, as if waiting for someone to open it from the other side.
Victor was sad. Yes, he had wondered whether they could first live in peace with their ancestors if their souls allowed them to sympathize with the "inferior races" they denigrated. But even though the man seems clueless, Jack is still an ex; a creature as dangerous as a dragon. There is a man who lives in Mu
mu
i
, and lived in his lover’s place...
Nonetheless, Chocolati
e still has some talent in dealing with monsters. His [Mo
ste
I
sight] and found no ill will in the Pumpkin Scarecrow. He was willing to risk it; though he would have the fairy watching him all the time.
wait.
Soulc
est? "Jack?"
"Hey, werewolf boyfriend?"
"Can you show me your soul
est?" the minister asked. "Just a moment. "
With his newfound level VIII magic, Victo
Just spend money to buy magic scrolls to learn new spells; including the famous "Pocket Dimension".
Of course, he mastered the spell quickly.
His private sanctuary is relatively small, approximately 600 square meters, and is divided into three levels. This dimension takes the form of a mansion floating in the dark, cold void between the two dimensions. He didn't understand how gravity could work as usual, but what qualifications did he have to challenge such a powerful magic?
At her request, Isabelle decorated the place in the most expensive style, from marble paving to exquisite wooden doors. She even managed to install a plane-powered jacuzzi in the bathroom, as well as a magical laboratory for Victor's own use.
There, on an operating table used to create the undead, the vizier examined a crown of bone and blackness.
But Victor does have an assistant to help him. He's a carbon copy of him, having traded in his heavy armor for a plague doctor's uniform.
(Obtain).
A[Retrieve] is a clone created by the eighth level spell of the same name, a duplicate of his birth gear and fueled by a piece of his soul. While it retains most of his skills, the copy only has half of his attributes, and HP and SP are lost slowly and cannot be restored. It cannot gain experience or create a second clone.
Thankfully though, when the clone's health ran out, his memories returned to Victor, so his paperwork and research time was cut in half. The minister almost handed over the task of gathering [harvest] intelligence to his stand-in.
Congratulations! For being a powerful monster and Vai
queue
Breeding policy officer, you have received [miniboss] personal allowance!
[Mini Boss]: You permanently gain +120 HP, +40 SP, +4 other attributes, and your personal/monster skills will cause +10 damage.
Well?
This may sound insulting, but it is also welcome.
However, he noticed that the system now openly considered him a monster rather than a human being. Is it because of his [Monster Knight: Red Dragon] class? Or is it because he has slowly drifted away from his human roots?
"Or two?"
Victor looked up from the table and saw the goddess Camilla sitting at the edge of the table.
"I see you haven't waited for our class yet," his instructor said, inspecting the alien laboratory. "You've learned some of the best spells on this level."
Victo
Said: "It's a pity that Fetch can't gain levels or experience points. Although he did find that the clones could learn new spells and pass the knowledge on to him later. "Because that would make a good spell incredible. "
"I told you that the balance is broken around level 8," God replied. "Fighting professions are better at killing people, and we spellcasters are better at breaking the laws of physics."
“I sensed an undercurrent of classicism.”
"I will not denigrate other classes. If there were no Jesty or Ve
a
I wouldn't go that far to cover up my weaknesses, and vice versa. However, I always thought spellcaste
Courses provide more options for creative people. "
possible. Victor clearly remembers his encounters with Fulibon and Aknapep. The former can stop time, and the latter can single-handedly destroy an Epic-level team.
"Once you cap [Weathe
make
], you should be able to use level IX spells, and even level X spells from other classes. " She smiled slightly at Victor's confusion. Moriarty is a Swiss Knife class with many powerful abilities, but nothing to add to the magic. [Devil's Rake] Yet..."
Victor and his [Fetch] got up immediately.
"Did you know?" the primitive man asked Camilla. "about?"
"I admit I didn't. Jesty was our only Death, and whenever I wanted to set him up with a cute dark elf, he would give up on the date to build a Mithras-tailored death trap. Looking back, this Sounds a little fishy..."
"Is there a way around it?"
"Physical protection, but with your current strength..." Camilla gave him a sympathetic look. "There is a more permanent solution, but I doubt that's needed given your high vitality and regeneration. Between your perks and attributes, you've become too powerful to use standard methods."
muttered the minister, much to the amusement of his benefactor. "Victor, you'll get used to it. I have a harem and I've had accidents when I was your age. You shouldn't let that stop you."
"You're starting to sound like Winkle," Victor complained.
"Well, Jesty suggested we move to a dynasty-based game, and then—" The goddess caught herself. "You're going to be facing various forms very quickly, and you need as many levels as possible. [The Weatherman] ends at ten, [Chaos Knight] does too, and I believe [Moriarty] ends at twenty. You need to make up the rest.”
"I believe there is another way..."
"Victor," she gave him a knowing look. "You know there's only one way to level up ("Fie
dish Rake"). At your level, it's almost impossible to level up in a new class. "
Victor held his breath. "Beep".
"That's why you studied so hard in the first place, isn't it?"
Yes, but he didn't understand at the time how terrible the consequences would be!
The irony of karma was not lost on him. The vizier chooses the hardest and most powerful course to better pick up girls, but he can't level up in this course or he'll be in more trouble eight months later.
"No matter what, I'm going to try to take a new class." Victor replied coldly. "I vowed to stop drinking."
He would rather have fewer children than more. His miserable wallet will thank him.
"Let's see how long it lasts." Camila felt very amused and said, glancing at the Crown of Souls and changing the subject. "Is this what I think it is?"
"You know what's the worst?" Victor asked. "This thing could have been created without causing any casualties. A small amount of blood and bone would have been enough to achieve the same effect. Magmeir simply chose the most violent solution."
"But without this device, their power is diminished."
"There's more than one of them," Victor answered. "According to what I learned from (Ha
vest) and the tidbits Jack told me, I believe they have at least five such people. Maybe more. "
Like it or not, orcs with class levels are here to stay, just like dragons before them.
Camila was silent for a moment, thinking about the meaning of this sentence. "You need to learn more spells," she declared.
"Is there anything that can help animals grow?" Victor asked. "Because we have a thousand dragons to meet, and we don't have enough cattle to feed them."
His current solution is to open a portal to the elemental plane and lure food to Mu
mu
i
in, as in Vai
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Bragging Day Dragon by Happyla
Same as d.
"Clones," Camilla replied with a smile. "Cloning solves all problems."
"You can't feed me to Winkle's guests again and again," Victor warned.
"I didn't intend to do that!" replied the primitive man.
"We are the same person, I know what you think!"
Camilla interrupted. "I came back mainly because I made progress with your help."
Victor's head lit up. "Can you cure Kia's curse?"
"While I would rather do something more pleasant than helping a (Paladin)," she said, sounding a little bitter, "I have convinced the monk to agree to receive you. But first I have to use a gallon of corpse Bribe her with ghost vodka..."
"Give it to me? Not the Kachin Independence Army?"
"No, she doesn't want to see the apostate," the goddess said, and then added, mockingly, "I don't know why."
So Victor had a chance to argue with the goddess and convince her to overturn her decision. It's time to test out these new Charisma bonuses. "So, when and where?"
"On her plane, now."
"Can't this wait?" Victor asked. "I know I'm asking for too much, but we have a war-"
"That can't wait," Camilla replied firmly. "Last time we spoke, she wanted to sink Bekele's country, and a glass of whiskey was all."
