Yuuta finally—finally—felt a moment of peace. Standing like a battle-hardened war veteran amidst the charred remains of his enemies, he raised his arms and flexed proudly… even if there were no real muscles to flex and no audience to witness it besides some cracked ribcages and melted tusks.
"Look at me now," he muttered, voice laced with smugness and spit. "From dickless frog to death-dealing overlord."
His ugly frog grin stretched wide, smug and stupid, as he bounced lightly on his toes. Bits of ash crunched beneath his webbed feet, and somewhere nearby, a blackened femur cracked under his heel with a satisfying snap.
He turned and resumed his vacuuming session, the familiar whip-pop sound of XP orbs zipping into his chest like moths to a bug zapper making him feel like a treasure-hoarding gremlin. Each orb entered his body in a soft pulse of light, and each time, he nodded with a little squint of pleasure like he was sipping fine wine.
