"…"
(You know. Now that I think about it…. Why the fuck am I struggling?) – thought ClownFrog.
(I mean, sure this is high level dungeon and stuff…. But holy shit, I'm a demon lord.)
(I took down armies.)
(I took down a fucking Hell Lord, even though it was with luck, I've took him down.)
(I've took down armies of heavens.)
(And I've took down the armies of players.)
(I've ended up evolving and obtaining so many titles, that I just straight up no longer cheeks what I've got.)
(And I have bullshit amount of classes that gives me either buffs or ammo in form of spell skills or just summons.)
(So….)
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT DYING!?" – shouted ClownFrog as he stared down at the giant skeleton.
"Seriously! At this point it feels like some sort of bullshit stupid and boring plot!"
"Like common!"
