Anatase /hisrol/ Hexcraft Heptagram [Hilo 3]

Hexcraft Heptagram [Hilo 3]

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Eje is the name that normality gives to the plane that inhabits. The records describe an environment of active settlements and functional infrastructure built upon the remains of an ancient Earth. The terrain and history manifest as an immense superposition of strata where each neo-Victorian or medieval structure integrates over the preexisting ones, forming a landscape populated by dungeons, territorial dragons and fantastic fauna.

The geography operates under the concept of Closed Horizon, a perpetual cycle where advancing always to the east successively takes you from the domain of normality toward the minimal territories, then to the massive ones, and finally back to the point of origin. This linear configuration has eliminated the concept of the west; moving in that direction means accessing directly the region called Double East. Trade routes and expeditionary paths cross these territorial bands crossing the boundaries of each physical scale.

The Hex is the constitutive fiber and the energetic fabric that sustains society, law and transportation. Although its technical principles are imprecise, there are 355 fundamental spells that allow will to impose itself over matter immediately. The urban infrastructure uses this energy to maintain operational the industrial mechanisms, the long-range communication systems and the basic services of the population centers.

The presence of the normals is limited by the Saturation Gradient, a natural phenomenon where the excess of Hex to the east disintegrates the organism and its absence to the double east causes cognitive paralysis. Under this restriction operates the Queen, the only authentic and eternal human who exercises administrative and symbolic command of the plane. Her incomplete memories about the origin world define the legal and religious frameworks that govern the eighty-eight million inhabitants.

At the extreme scales of the cycle coexist the Massive and the Diminutive. To the east, the ten thousand realms of the Diminutive sustain a ritualized war that releases hostile invocations toward the central settlements. Toward the double east, the Massive traverse the world as tectonic forces ignoring the minor civilizations. The geopolitical order depends on individuals loyal to the crown who, through maximum class spells, manage these forces to feed the technical network of normality.

Outside the urban nuclei, the periphery hosts communities of Non-Normals, such as anthropomorphic bananas, human-featured dinosaurs and talking animals. These societies, which include the rigid simian nations and the mimetic reptilian ones, operate autonomously with their own laws and social structures. The settlements in these areas integrate into the functional landscape sharing the space with the fantastic fauna and the active phenomena of the Hex.


Sheet
>Name
>Appearance
>About you

You have 40 points to distribute between:
Physical Affinity:
Energetic Affinity:
Spiritual Affinity:
Command Affinity:
Psychic Affinity:
Dark Affinity:

You have 2000 Hex points to learn spells (Meta)
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Races
The intelligent races of Eje coexist through superposition in the same plane under incompatible physical, demographic, and cultural scales. This forced distribution caused by the flow of the Hex generates persistent conflicts without definitive resolution, preventing a single species from occupying the world exclusively or claiming it under a logic of natural balance.

>Normals
Normality constitutes the organizational core of civilization due to its biology adapted to intermediate levels of energy. Their ability to systematize the Hex in political and military infrastructure allows the connection of routes and cities under the Queen's command. This administrative unit remains as the only biological link with the common origin of the eighty-eight million inhabitants.

>Massive
The Massive inhabit the double east, regions characterized by an almost absolute energy vacuum. They are colossal humanoids who traverse the plane following incomprehensible directions and carrying tools of an aesthetic technicality foreign to normality. They do not establish political structures or conscious borders, so their passage is managed through surgical interventions by the real wizards to avoid collisions on a scale.

>Minuscule
Towards the east, in the area of maximum saturation, reside the Diminutos. With a height under two centimeters, their population exceeds normality by ten thousand times and is organized into thousands of independent kingdoms inspired by extreme medievalism. Their constant ritualized wars function as the origin of hostile invocations, beasts, and dragons that seep from their territory into the central settlements.

>Abnormals
In the peripheries operate communities of Non-Normals that include anthropomorphic bananas, human-featured dinosaurs, and talking animals. These societies, highlighting the simian nations of rigid structures and the reptilian settlements of mimetic nature, operate autonomously with their own laws and social systems segregated from the central axis.
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Factions
The factions of normality manage the use of energy and social order, always recognizing the Queen's authority. Each represents a distinct stance towards the challenges of the plane.

>Ministry of Magic
It is the authority in charge of regulating the Hex. Its main task is to monitor, contain, and repair the effects of magic to ensure the plane remains stable. They intervene in areas of conflict or disaster to prevent energy from becoming a threat to the cities, acting as the technical guardians of order.

>Corporation
It brings together guilds of adventurers who use the Hex for direct action and exploration. They organize into orders with strict hierarchies and internal codes, seeking to impose themselves upon the environment through strategy and force. For them, energy is a tool of combat and discovery, not a mystery that should be worshipped.

>Hellenic Society
It is dedicated to investigating the myths and realities that exist beyond the Hex. Its members seek pacts with ancient entities and explore the intangible through curiosity and non-lethal research. For this faction, magic is a language that allows the recovery of secrets that the Queen's memory has been losing over time.
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Affinities
Magical affinities in Eje are the pathways through which the Hex manifests upon reality. They are not abstract concepts, but practical applications of energy that alter the environment, matter, and consciousness directly.

>Transformation (Physical Affinity)
Magic that allows the alteration of matter and living bodies. It manifests in mutations, biological adaptations, and persistent structural changes. It is the key tool for redefining form in the face of a hostile environment, allowing matter to adjust to new functions according to the user's needs.

>Evocation (Energetic Affinity)
A magical art centered on the release of immediate power. It channels phenomena such as heat, electricity, or pressure to generate destructive impacts or pulses of pure energy. Its nature is combative and ephemeral, prioritizing shock force and visibility over permanence in time.

>Abjuration (Spiritual Affinity)
A branch of magic dedicated to protection and neutralization. It operates through the creation of barriers, seals, and dispersions that nullify external influences or contain the uncontrolled flow of energy. It is the pillar of operational stability, allowing normality to resist the mystical pressures of the plane.

>Invocation (Command Affinity)
Magic that establishes temporary bonds to bring entities or structures into the battlefield. It does not generate complex life, but functions and obediences that multiply available resources. It is fundamental for task delegation and tactical support in conflict zones.

>Mentalism (Psychic Affinity)
Psychic control that acts upon perception and consciousness. It allows influence over the experience of reality, projecting images or ideas that redefine the tangible from the subject's interpretation. It is a path of fine control that oscillates between the symbolic and the real, altering the understanding of the environment.

>Forbidden Arts (Dark Affinity)
Magic that ignores the biological and ethical limits of normality. It manipulates processes of degradation, consumption of essence, and irreversible alterations with a terrifying efficiency. Its use leaves permanent marks on the fabric of the plane and on the user themselves, being the only path the Ministry monitors under penalty of exclusion.
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System

>VITALITY
ENERGY
SPRITES
COMBAT
<Simple Attacks
Simple attacks are counted as any type of common damage inflicted on a target (hits, kicks, falls), the damage reduction is 1 red heart.
Simple attacks can be added with modifiers through objects that increase the damage from 1 red heart to more hearts or blue hearts (Example. Sword +3 red damage)
For the effect of the system, simple attacks usually deal little damage, but they do not consume HEX. There are certain spells that also enhance simple attacks.

<Spellcasting
To cast a spell, the player must pass a casting level check.
The user's affinity is multiplied by the d100 roll and compared with the HEX cost of the spell.
Casting Level = Specific Affinity × d100

If the Casting Level is equal to or greater than the HEX cost of the spell, the spell WORKS and the HEX is consumed.
If the Casting Level is less than the HEX cost, the spell FAILS and the HEX is not consumed.

<Overcasting (Overcast):
x1.5 of the cost: moderate improvement (more damage, duration or range).
x2 of the cost or more: major improvement (secondary effects or special properties).
Some spells allow activation with a lower casting level (Undercast), applying reduced effects, limitations or penalties.
During a turn, any number of different spells can be cast. The HEX is spent in the order of casting, for example: if a player has 1500 HEX and casts spells with costs 300 → 500 → 600 → 300, the first three are cast correctly, but the last one does not reach and cannot be cast.

<Combat Example
4d100 are rolled for each spell
Rolls: 60, 80, 20, 10
DRAIN_LIFE | HEX 250 | Dark 3 | d100=60 → 3 × 60 = 180 → Fail
FIRE_BALL | HEX 300 | Energy 4 | d100=80 → 4 × 80 = 320 → Work
ICE_WALL | HEX 350 | Energy 4 | d100=20 → 4 × 20 = 80 → Fail
ICE_PICK | HEX 300 | Energy 4 | d100=10 → 4 × 10 = 40 → Fail
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Panama Banana is
>>130358
>Blanca Montenegro's life was especially easy, with many black agents here and there. And vast lands and completely white mansions where your color stood out. A couple of women gathered with you in the front yard of one of those giant possessions.
(Thin) What's going on, dear daughter? Isn't things going well for you in business? That Reptil Zackie is someone difficult to deal with, isn't he. Don't let him involve you in his under-the-table dealings. He's a cold-blooded creature! We had to put up a lot of barriers to stop him from doing his own thing. And many times he would cut off his tail and grow another phantom company.
>It's very similar to Montenegro, just in white version, her family consisted of many whites and only one black sheep. That could remind you of the other end times in the world. Although your race phenomenon doesn't differ too much among yourselves, as does the following family of Montenegro.
(Maggotyta) Your cheeks are now definitely round, you're eating very well. I was worried about your health, my daughter. Since you acquired that terrible illness, you started consuming those products coming out of the abnormals thinking you would get cured. But it seems you finally accepted yourself as you are. I always say, no matter how you are or what color you are, you're a Montenegro, like us two, your mothers.
>The second one is very thick and at the same time as Thin who presented herself as your mother, the other also presents herself as your mother, it's strange. Some memories of Montenegro validate this, but most are of rejection both due to Thin's impositions and Maggot's concern for your health.
(Thin) Did you read our letters?
(Maggotyta) Of course she did! Our daughter always worries about us, that's why no one is better than her to carry out this deal. How lovely the abnormals are, with their weird shapes and exotic flavors.
(Thin) You have to make a prosperous country! I've said that already!
>The thin one points at you and gives you a mission about some abnormals you don't know. The thick one delves into your confusion, but then the first one explains with a grace and happiness equal to Montenegro's when torturing innocent little monsters.
(Thin) When I was a little Montenegro I did that too. I made prosperous the nation of the final bosses and their prison, since then they have become a speculative economic power. Every Montenegro has a challenge to fulfill, and this is yours. So you'll take that lemon people, and get them out of misery! That people is worth nothing, so you can take all the liberties you want. Of course, no captures and forced experiments, that's the only thing I hate.
(Maggotyta) Ah. Listen white, we have managed to get the necessary help for your mission, okay?.
>From behind some bushes, using a wheelchair, comes a subject who is very still and in an uncomfortable position for some reason. This speaks with a robotic and artificial voice. He has to move his shoulders every time he wants to say something, so he takes a long time and the thin mother steps forward.
(Thin) You can pass, Joaquin!
[Joaquin] Hello---- I am---- Joaquin---- I have a doctorate---- In magic and communications---- I used to be a normal boy---- But an illness and a fall---- Since then I am normal----
(Thin) He is Joaquín, he is a genius of space and magic, and among his studies he developed the theory of fruit rockets, so use it well during today's event.
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Panama Banana is
>>130336
>It was impossible for Rose not to give in, after so many days and nights longing for her body, she finally made her backside, wrapped in her always white and overly detailed clothes, available to you. The touch from the outside was complex, but the inside was round and abundant, with splits on the sides and a shape that protruded, especially when she leaned forward to show it to you.
(Rose) If you consume 100 of them, then the probability of you ending up sick is 100%, right? Hump- I've always been the smartest in my community, until an abnormal swallowed it all up. Wait, don't be so rough. I just had an idea about your mercenary name. Just like there are Matahombres and the Asesinaniñas, like the Explotamadres. They say you only become important when you get an alias thanks to your feats.
>She's always been quite active, but even while you're fiddling with her, she also lets out ideas and caresses her knife as if planning to carve her name into history. Rose the Apuñalahombres, it started sounding good in her head. It's night and they entered a pineapple house that had been abandoned to rest after such a long journey from the Montenegro prison.
(Rose) If this had been the case from the start when the opportunity arose to be your partner, I wouldn't have accepted it. But now I'm used to it. One gets used to exorcising liquid evil and stabbing people. It must be a product of my magical potential. Want? Want me to clean you properly this time?
>When you were done, she turned around, looked underneath between your clothes covered by grass and straw, and finally, after several days, proposed. She bent down taking the edges of your belt, but at that moment, a biological valve opened and the pineapple began to self-repair. An astronaut, an abnormal fruit stuffed into a space suit arrived making your mule pass through.
(Hombre Banana) Out with the suit! Tururuu, the earth and the trees, the earth and the trees. They need salvation! Yooyoyoyo, tururu. Come mule, come! Poor thing, who left you here all alone?
(Rose) A fruit- There were no fruits in this area. It's a toxic zone... I should have been more specific with my purification spell. Ay-
(Hombre Banana) Are you not alone...? !No, you are! Well, it's time to go, beyond the confines of the infinite tape. !A single banana man will be able to conquer the galactic soil, and I will be me, Jhon Bhon! Oh, but before that I have to go home to say goodbye to my banana brothers.
>Rose hid behind some stairs with you, watching as the strange banana began to pull out all kinds of technological equipment from everywhere, marking coordinates and scanning the terrain. A big tangle of computers and screens appeared, automatically drawing magical circles around. Rose immediately came out and intervened.
(Rose) !Stop banana, you can't activate those rockets! I am Rose Lattigrove, member of Cancer, and I took this fake house as a control center for secret operations. !You should be aware! So keep your hands away from those banana levers and make faces at that mule so her smile isn't so unsettling.
Jhon Bhon | Great Teleportation
(Jhon Bhon) !To infinity and beyond! (...) ?Eh..?
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La Reina
>>130385
"Es so bright that I can't see. That's what I would say if I had a face. But I would make these signs and step back, until I trip over 10 scalpels"
"Doctor without a face 1 more seriousness please. Doctor without a face 3 in charge, this procedure will be unique in its kind, in the last 200 years"
"We have to cut"
>The magical ministry delegated your medical checkup, from a kind mage who put a stick in your mouth, to a cold clinic next to a whole group of doctors without faces, covered by a uniform mask. Each one was preparing to examine you, and even one of them had already taken out a saw. The device was spinning out of control, but at the same time, it cut the ear of the doctors to a guy who suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.
(Blue man with antennas) What do you think you're doing! Wild homeopaths with their desire to inject people. Didn't they teach you to respect the apprentices of the great Suppah? Exactly. I'm that same one, make way.
(...)
>Suppah's car is a cloud with wheels, his home, is a small house with a yard in the middle of the most densely populated area of Céfiro. So you can see giant buildings surrounding everywhere, but in the center, a humble cottage with a solitary but very happy tree. Suppah, the blue guy who rescued you, belonged to the Magical Ministry and was treated with some respect, but he didn't seem entirely normal.
(Suppah) Normally I would expect a red carpet and a press conference. But today everyone, went to roll. ¡JAAAH! (...) Come down already. What's your name? Since I'm Suppah and I'm super, I've come up with an integral plan for your teaching and self-sustenance. Apprentice Ashwagandha! Where is Ashwagandha?
>He told bad jokes and laughed alone, but he did it only once until he ran out of air and turned blue, which he already was. When he invited you to his lawn, he didn't take long to call a creature named naturally. From the tree you saw some leaves moving and it came down, a small dancing monkey that jumped from side to side.
(Suppah) This is my apprentice, César Ashwagandha. Both have the same rank, so respect each other. Hello, Ashwagandha! Be a monkey versed in sciences and letters like your peers.
(Ashwagandha) Roqueto, roqueto. ¡Trost! Falcon nai
(Suppah) Phs phs, ¡JAAAH! (...) Ehem. Well, they already met and exchanged lice and lint, now I'll explain their job in this house, my house, and the one of my dear wife in peace rest.
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Linda
Hexcast | -3050 Vex
Psychic | TELEPATHY x1 | Infallible | SUCCESS
Psychic | EXPAND x1 | Infallible | SUCCESS
Psychic | ABSURDANCE x1 | Infallible | SUCCESS
Psychic | MIND CONTROL x1 | Infallible | SUCCESS
Obj Acq. Compass x1 | Choose a spell from the Portal branch; no DC required to cast it for the rest of the mission
Obj Acq. Notebook x1 | Contains 10 sheets of paper.
Obj Acq. Pumpkin Foot x1 | Recovers 3 red hearts and generates (Phys. Affinity/10) blue hearts. (Cap at 20 red and blue hearts)
Obj Acq. Fairy Wings x1 | While equipped, grants access to the FLY spell. INVOKING FAIRY increases its summon limit to 6
Obj Acq. Intellectual Glasses x1 | Adds +1 extra to the reading counter of an object that requires it.
Obj Acq. Red Crayon x1 | Reduces Psychic Affinity by 5. If consumed, recovers 1 Red Heart
Obj Acq. Pocket Watch x1 | Grants priority in a spell
Obj Acq. Ghostly Knife x1 | Increases blue damage by +3, reduces casting cost of INTANGIBILITY by 50%
Obj Acq. Unnie's Doll x1 | Gather 5 Unnie objects to generate 3 golden guards for both user and Unnie
Obj Acq. Women's Underwear x2 | Increases Dark Affinity by 3 if equipped.
Obj Acq. Gold and Riches x5 | If carried in inventory at mission's end, grants 100 Hex. If removed from inventory, grants 300 HEX. If given to another player, grants 500 HEX to that user.
Obj Acq. Wine Bottle x3 | Removes 3 blue hearts. +6 Dark Affinity, temporary
Obj Acq. Tank x1 | 30 red and blue hearts. Allows firing Tank Bullets. Max 1.
Obj Acq. Tank Bullets x5 | Removes 20 blue hearts, red hearts, or eliminates 10 golden guards.
Dark Buff +6 (69)
Hcz Extra Blue Life -3 (24)
HEX +1000 (2250)

>>130393
(Patch) ...
>After signing her autograph, Patch closed her eyes and hugged her book tightly—she looked happy. So much magic built up inside her body, the power to finish off Alisa and your clone, and yet she was satisfied with just a book. She returned to you, grabbed your cheeks, and just as the moment from your dream was about to happen, she kissed you on the forehead. Then she vanished via teleportation so subtle you didn’t even notice—didn’t even feel a trace of hex.
(Gunman) I brought the heavy artillery! In my work as a guerrilla fighter, I’ve always had terrible aim—that’s why degenerates like Alio and Moral Predator still exist. And I have to admit, I failed that thief too—but later Linda caught him.
(Skeptical) Miss, are you alright? I’ll take care of healing you.
>The destroyed shops were because Gunman missed with his tank bullets—seems his name still lives up to failure. Anyway, Skeptical also arrived, feigning concern, and began giving you basic servant-level treatment, even though you weren’t actually injured. Unnie and your skeletons followed behind her.
(Unnie) Mistress Linda... no, Owner Linda. I was speaking with these poor calcified ones, and they explained everything quite clearly. A bone gentleman must always correct his fellow bone companions. So it’s fine—punish me, p-p-please, with your punishment machine! My fairy body can endure— Wait, are those my wings?
>The skeletons were juggling their bony parts. Unnie seemed to have reflected for a long time, starting to act more like a maid—one even more loyal than Haliga, who didn't accept your punishments. She took your hands against her tiny chest, waiting for your Dominatrix object, until she saw her wings. Unnie got so happy she started giving you hugs and cheek kisses with no perverse intentions.
(Gunman) I'll be available whenever you need help in an armed conflict, Aphalica Howl. I suspect very soon... There's coming a... A... A war.....................................................................................
(Golosinera) And I can provide you with sweets. My dream is to create a land of sweets and perversion, suitable for all audiences.
(Dominadora) Count on me whenever you want to punish whoever you want, no matter their gender or age.
(Loppylup) Y-yeah... Well, you can take some of my magic beasts, but business is business—you'll owe me money. Graceless human.
>Like a scene from Gnoma's consoles, your allies lined up and declared their abilities. That was before your castle came for you, walking.

MISSION COMPLETE
Parche returned to managing Hex magic. After observing other realities where her actions were questionable, she gathered several versions of herself to correct the content of certain stories.
Loppylup became the Howl family's primary beast tamer, securing a place even among the great Howls, who considered those eggs something missing from their otherwise precious and perfect lives.
Gunman returned to his little shop, but not just to sell weapons—now he also sells bunkers. After going through a traumatic experience, he still freezes up whenever he hears the word "war."
Gnoma received a console, but ended up donating it to some elderly people, since it was from a rival company to the one she is a devoted fan of. She's happy to have Linda's contact to keep asking her for things.
Unnie now considers Linda her heroine, and also her Queen—her devotion so great that a letter arrived from the clergy warning her not to regard as Queen a Queen who isn't the Queen. She ignored it and is currently still preparing her punishment.
Septica had a lot of work training the castle's new maids, so she delegated the task of being Linda's personal maid to her cousin Putrida, who now handles Aphalica Howl's immediate duties.
Day after day, Linda now receives erotic pastries at her bedroom door as a result of Golosinera and Dominadora's work, who formed a duo thanks to their deep perversion. Genital shapes are a constant.
Alisa returned to the magic ministry, but with no memories of what happened—she simply went back to harassing other girls who also had powers. The Linda replica returned to the Moreau house, to study and eat a lot in order to grow and develop.
Haliga alphabetized the objects in Linda's closet alphabetically, despite orders not to touch it. Eventually, the closet gained powers.
Both Olga and Brown continue being best friends; the two now embark on journeys to clean up the Howl name and tell everyone about Linda Howl's kindness. Except nobody understands Brown, and Olga has no authority beyond her district.
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Yuko
Obj Obt. Natural Simia Drink x1 | Remove 2 blue hearts per turn and eventually increases Physical Affinity by 10. Temporary
Hcz Blue Life Extra -2 (42)
Hexcast | -1600 Vex
Physical | BIOGENIA x1 | NC: 825 | FAIL
Spiritual | TEURGIA x1 | NC: 4171 | SUCCESS
Spell Learned | ELEMENTAL ASPECT
Obj Prd. Onigiri x1
Red Life +3 (25/26)

>>130396
>The simian drink has such a green taste that you can see Mother Nature spinning around here, hugging Dr. Jamaica's head and doing heavy bounces on the turtle. When your hallucinations stop, you can enjoy your Wanwan food which has a home taste, although that makes everyone look with ragged faces and speak in your native language. Maybe you should check yourself again.
(Dr Jamaica) The event I will be attending is called the Strategic Union of Kingdoms for and towards the prosperity of a developing country like the lemon-banana where all its inhabitants die of hunger, administered by Lord Limonel. Shortened, Limonela.
(Fenogreco) I was still a little simian baby when my parents attended the Simonela, the establishment of the simian community as a multiple sovereign state.
>It seems that from time to time, the abnormals expand so much in the Axis and gain so much importance among kingdoms, that Céfiro and other kingdoms decide to give them the importance they deserve. Providing help and building their government infrastructure, so that the Axis is not a chaos more than it already is. Perhaps, the wanwanicos had such founding meetings over 2000 years ago.
(Fenogreco) Yuko, until now I have wanted to hide it, but about that guy Leech... My old bodyguard... I received this letter that I think can explain itself.
[Leech] Ola KEridos EnemiGOS
But k no zon tan keridos pork son ainemigos
ZI ze atreben a atakarme, io tomaré MediDAS LIMONEZCAS
ESTam adbertidos, aniamigoz. Rezientemente descubri mi uzo de la majia
Y este hechiso especial, al que yamo: Intelecto Zuperior
Así que considérenlo dos veces antes de invadir mis aposentos. Muchos besos y abrazos, su limón favorito.
-Leech Limón
>Fenogreco teaches you a letter made from shells and lemon scratches. Leech's handwriting was terrible, his spelling did honor to the first part of spelling. However, eventually he starts to write and express himself in an elegant way. It's worrying that a Limon has acquired magic. In any case, the laxative is already taking effect. It seems that you will have to use the turtle bathroom to reach your destination. In the bathroom, for some reason there was a rabbit waiting for you.
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>>3295
>maybe I'll have to check myself again
>or maybe I can use these pathogens for something

Biogenia (Immunosuppression)
Symbiosis
Converts the user's pathogens into symbiotic cells, granting 100 hex per pathogen the user suffers each turn, as long as the user's red and blue lives are not completely restored.

1d100 = 82

>meanwhile, doctor Jamaica keeps talking about that meeting
>after that, Fenegreco shows me a letter from Leech
>it seems to be a warning

nothing that a tropical sword and a giant ecological drill can't solve

>and if that's not enough, I can convince Linda-sama to invade it
>will she like lemonade?
>but that's not relevant now

excuse me a moment

>I'm going to the bathroom
>there's a rabbit there, but I don't pay it any mind
>I need to prepare to stop Leech
>that guy would be dangerous with magic
>I'll need resources

perceive: 1d100 = 2
magnetism: 1d100 = 20
telekinesis: 1d100 = 2
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>>3293
"U-Uh... I-Is this really necessary? W-Why don't they have faces? A-Are they cousins of Slenderman? H-Help..."

"..."

"Aloha?"

"..."

"I-I know you can hear me! Y-You're not deaf! Y-You're not wooden or have fish ears or anything..."

"I think."

"W-Where's the stick mage?! S-She promised me a lollipop! A pear-flavored lollipop! Aah!"

"Huh?"

"C-C-C-Cut?"

<She gulps loudly at the sight of the huge chainsaw.

"U-Uh, can't we just settle this with a beer?"

<She lets out a few nervous giggles, hoping the faceless doctors will take pity on her cute, pleading face and won't bring that GIANT THING any closer. She's about to play dead—she read somewhere that works for animals facing predators—when suddenly, a blue savior arrives. Her eyes glisten, her nose is about to start running, and as she sees the plump figure of this so-called Suppah, she gasps nervously. From her lips comes only:

"D-Daddy Smurf... I mean... Smurf?"

<She tilts her head like a curious puppy when she hears "apprentice." S-She doesn't understand a thing! Well, honestly, she hasn't understood anything since she left the Castle of Pillars! But whatever—she's at least escaped vivisection... In a car shaped like a cloud, the girl inspects every inch from floor to ceiling, grinning widely, cheeks flushed. She loves it! She's never seen anything so spectacular as this cloud-mobile, so she slithers around every corner of the vehicle like a slug in salt—until they reach their destination. The girl sticks her head out the window of the cloud-car, and when it's time to get out, she leaps out dramatically with a little hop.

"R-Roll? D-Do you roll too, Master Suppah? I-I mean... because of the belly..."

"Eärendyl Velaryon of Aguasdulces!"

"With a diaeresis over the single A in my name, okay? I'm not EArendyl—I'm EÄrendyl! Or Eä, if we're being casual. Got it, Master Suppah?"

"I hope you don't mess it up."

"O-Otherwise, I'll yank your tongue out by the roots!"

"..."

"😁"

"You actually took the time to come up with a plan for me? T-Thank you so much! Because of that, I'll only poke your eyes out if you mispronounce my name, hehe."
"ASHWA-COMOOOOOOOOO?!"

"Ehhhhhhhh what a funny name! Sounds like dirty laundry!"

<She walks around every part of the yard, inspecting each and every detail of the property, even the tiniest or unpleasant ones like smelly trash leftovers or some decomposing dead animal—everything she sees is new and fresh to her! She kicks the lonely tree curiously to test how sturdy it is, then the other apprentice of the blue-haired man appears. She jumps in front of the monkey and starts petting him recklessly, then grabs one of his arms and lifts it slightly, even tries to pick him up, and the boldest thing is she licks his head for... who knows why, only she knows what she's doing. In the end, she smiles and raises her little hand...

"HOLIWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

"I hope we get along, Mr. Cesar Ashwagandha. I hope that, as a primate, you don't talk! It'd be better that way, so you don't get mixed up with my name..."

"I like you."

"Even though you smell like bananas and have hair all the way down where the back loses its name."

"But your name is way too long! I'll call you Bubbles! Do you like the nickname? Jeje."

"Lice and nits? Mom used to say people from the outside don't bathe... Looks like she wasn't lying."

"Huh? Your wife died?"

"That's sad, super master Suppah!"

"That's not positive."

"I've got it!"

To be positive, we must... DANCEEEERRRRR!

<Well, as you can see, Eä is... how to put it? An utter social incompetent! She's terrible at socializing! A cheap knockoff antisocial! The involuntary isolation she was subjected to caused her to have zero social skills or logic when interacting with others. She might sound rude, crude, or even psychotic at times, but it's not intentional! It's not on purpose! Nobody taught her how to live in society, and she's just doing her best with what she's got. Anyway, she starts dancing, but don't think she dances as well as in gif 3! Obviously not! Her movements are slower, clumsier, improvised... Eä is just as weird, if not weirder, than Suppah... She keeps dancing while waiting for explanations.
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>>3291

>Becoming Montenegro was a curious experience. She had seen in her memories that woman possess everything that any normal person could want and yet still desire more. Now being her, the Postrimería also possessed that need. Hence why she was now living her life and listening to her mothers. Said that, she wasn't paying much attention, being more distracted in searching for a way to obtain more.

Since she arrived here, they had been treating her as Blanca, well, that's over. Rising from where she was, Postrimería Montenegro declared that from now on would be her name so that both her mothers and her servants know the correct way to refer to her. A change she expects to be enacted upon all the goods that said Blanca possessed, if she isn't here it's because she doesn't need them, they can be hers.

Prosperous? +x hex Yes, I will make my name more prosperous, but... Are you waiting for me to do it dressed like this? +x hex Or should I wear this? +x hex Someone bring me better garments, adornments, and also makeup. Bring whatever there is to further highlight my beauty.

>The doctor's small outfit was not worthy of her, neither was the radiation suit that he tried on just now. She needed something more elegant, more beautiful, more delicate, something worthy of her stature and magnificence. With the amount of objects in this house, there's surely something that meets her requirements. At first she thought to look for them herself by sharpening her eyes, but then she remembered that for that she has servants. Speaking of servants, she should be receiving more kisses and praises from them.

She glanced at the crippled one who would be her companion. It's supposed that the point of this trip is to give her more renown to her own existence. She sees no use in someone like that, knowing that she alone is more than enough for that task. In any case, she soon ignored him and turned her attention to the objects she had asked her servants for. She wasn't going to take a step outside of this place until she received them.
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Panama Banana Es
>>130393
(Putrid) It's a pleasure to meet you, your highness Linda Howl, I am putrid and I will be your humble servant in place of Septica. I have great expectations in all the acquisitions you can achieve. I want to be honest, unlike my cousin Septica, to me cruelty is not distant or indifferent, in fact I consider it a respectable means of life. I will be delighted to serve you.
>She was wearing a servant's suit much darker than usual, her curly pigtails fell to the height of her waist. The relative of Septica had a more marked personality, she had a sado interior and a cold gaze. You had your first meeting with the new batch of servants you got, and this was the most notable one.
(Oleander) I was run over by a donkey. He had a happy and contented face, he was a creature that had no sin or guilt. It was because of that, that I couldn't resist and revealed some of the secrets of the devout monks like me. Do you want to discover them? You must have a cold heart to listen about pure girls.
(Putrid) She received the letter from Linda Howl, more than a week ago, isn't it? You have continued with your own research about these pure creatures you speak of. It's the perfect time to share it.
>The monk finally arrived at the castle, and it's difficult to reach him because it's in motion. He is in the Howl's armchair next to the fireplace with a smiling fire. Putrid tries to persuade him, with a small plate full of pancakes, and a glass of wine. The monk analyses her for a second and then looks away uncomfortably, but he tells you.
(Oleander) Pure faced young girls, pure being and pure heart. All of them live in Céfiro hiding their pure image behind the censorship of the forbidden city. However they are not natives there. One by one, they come from all the normal settlements of the Axis. And recently, given certain political interest, it is rumored that some will gather in the Lemonade for the development of the lemon country.
(...)
(Unnie) Loves Linda, Linda, queen Linda... Moh.. Mnm, Mñnp.
>Tracing the castle's path towards the Lemon Kingdom, arriving was just a matter of time. At the entrance of your room, Unnie received you with another of her kisses. Her gaze has become much more passionate, although she is still clumsy and leaves you with shiny saliva. Observing inside, against a wall, was Haliga with her eyes wide open in surprise.
(Haliga) A-a-ah. Stop! I-I don't know what I'm doing here. I was just organizing Linda's closet. It was--- I'm not lazy...
(Unnie) Do you want me to capture her so you can punish her? My Queen, Linda.
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Yuko
Psychic | PERCEIVE x1 | DC: 1242 | SUCCESS
Energetic | MAGNETISM x1 | DC: 140 | FAILURE
Psych游戏副本 | TELEKINESIS x1 | DC: 4536 | SUCCESS
Obtained Item: Rabbit's Foot x1 | Cast LUCK without paying, even if not learned

>>3296
(Dr. Jamaica) So Yuko Kurosawa has become a blacksmith of anti-anomaly weapons. In my monkey village, stigma lies in the prohibition of technology, as well as hunting and gathering as monkey means of survival. I assure you, Yuko Kurosawa, had you been born a monkey, your life would be burdened with banana sorrow.
>Apparently there's a certain class divide among the monkeys—some who can speak and possess theoretical scientific knowledge, though never applied, and others who are mere gatherers, yet possessing a great comedic intelligence. Intellectual monkeys and circus monkeys; it's a complex society, adapted to the Axis.
(Fenogreco) Now that we're moving at turtle pace, Yuko, there was something I wanted to discuss with you. It's about that creature, Postrimería, who once stole a legendary glove from me. I've discovered, thanks to a great magician friend, that there exists a magical irregularity favoring its species—it's a spell—
>You had to interrupt Fenogreco mid-sentence as he spoke about Postrimería. In the bathroom, you can see the toilet lid is immaculate. When water flows, it does so with subtle precision and sufficient force to suck in small sea turtles. The sink is made of turtles. And the rabbit still stands there watching you do your business, for some reason.
(Conejo) My name is Rabbit from the Future, and I come from the Future, but I can only appear in awkward or highly unexpected situations. You, Yuko Kurosawa, sent me from the future to warn you and remind you: You must create a spell against fruits. Remember this, because your life may depend on it.
>The rabbit warns you—it’s a very convincing story. Its voice is, or seems to be, that of an anomalous rabbit inside a rabbit costume. With great dexterity, it exits the bathroom performing a backward somersault. Your stomach still feels strange from the laxative, and also from the rabbit’s sudden appearance. (...) After all this, you finally return to the turtle-mounted restaurant with the monkeys; it seems Lemon City is nearby.
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>>3297
(Suppah) Every day I ride around in my cloud carriage. Huh? Juju, I gotta tell you, apprentice, that I'm in shape. In a spherical shape certainly, JAH! (...) Eärendyl Aprendil, listen to this lesson. Lesson number 1 of super Suppah: Never is a bad time to give a smile to a wizard, renew his magic and refresh his affinities. Remember it.
>The insect man wizard tells bad jokes from time to time, and then he himself laughs at them. He runs out of air very quickly. Once recovered, this one teaches you, as a master would, the importance of happiness in a wizard. After being overwhelmed by your approach, the monkey just fixes his licked hair and scratches his back.
(Ashwagandha) Moooo? Elon mos mos mos. Challenyer Boom boom!
(Suppah) It seems he doesn't understand why you don't want him to talk, Aprendil Eärendyl, but he's happy to meet you. He also says his banana smell comes from his shampoo, especially made to conquer little girls. And... well, this is difficult to translate, but neither does he understand his name or the meaning of his nickname. Basically he's guided by the intention of your voice.
>It seems the monkey was speaking in his own language, and had no culture of names. In any case, his neurons are identical and start dancing nonstop. He has to come Suppah to give them a little hit on the head each to get them up to speed.
(Suppah) Stop!!! Ehem, I'll show you the inside of my home. (...) And this is the miraculous magical refrigerator, I have tiny ones riding bicycles to make it work, you can take anything that's 3 days from expiring. Oh, and this big living room, here I danced tango with my deceased wife, he grabbed me by the antennas and I had to wave my arms to not falling down. It was the hummingbird dance, the hummingbird dance, JAH!
>The inside of his home was cozy and kept many memories, such a homey place was made to Suppah, although they could use his appliances, the question remained where they were going to live. The monkey comments. To which Suppah responds bringing some boxes that contain bottles and a liquid coming out of the cows.
(Ashwagandha) Aldeen buzz, pedente ken ken shoot
(Suppah) What did you think of my house? Very comfortable, right? These are two dozen milk bottles, every time they manage to sell two, then they can buy a brick for their cute cute home, almost as cute as mine. When they finish I'll teach them, how to use, not milk, but resources like magic to obtain a more comfortable life.
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Postrimeria (Montenegro)
Spiritual | ENCHANTMENT x1 | DC: 2924 | SUCCESS (Overcast)
Psychic | PERCEIVE x1 | DC: 1904 | SUCCESS
Dark | HEX A POSTRIMERIA x3 | DC: 4758 | SUCCESS
Obj Prd. Question Mark x1
Obj Obt. Enchanted Question Mark x1 | Equipped: Grants 30 Hex for each question asked in a turn
HEX +450 (1650)
Obj Obt. Diamond-studded Glove x1 | While equipped, artistic spells never fail.
Obj Obt. Red Zombie Suit x1 | Equipped: Grants the Zombie and Zombie Horde spells temporarily
Obj Obt. Michael Jackson Disc x1 | If listened to, gain 300 Hex, up to 1800. If listened to alongside a target, grants Hex to the user until they are 100 Hex above the target.

>>3298
(Maggotyta) I'm glad our daughter has finally accepted herself, and even better—under a new name! We thought you'd keep your old name forever as an act of rebellion over your skin color, but it seems that's behind us now, isn't it, our little girl? Come here, let me give you a hug!
(Thin) Postrimeria? Isn't that the name of a twilight race...?
>Your fat mother is much more affectionate than your thin mother. For now, the thin one barely has a few suspicions. It seems Blanca was incredibly insecure about her skin color, which is why she ran a detention center for abnormals—to steal their shapeshifting methods. You can see servants running back and forth, crashing into each other. Most of them are minions.
(Minion servant) Alibaba moneca jijifo ¡BLATUCA! Elemeliantal Viscilici Poronronronron Gelova Anmirro Yeye
(Armored Figure) Be a little more careful. Your health is more important than your health, even if you can't die. Do you hear me? Little minion?
>The minions hand you a diamond-studded glove, a red zombie suit, and a disc of someone who changed their color—it seems to be Montenegro's favorite before you. Amidst the minion crowd, there are injured minions who got crushed between each other. Someone in armor was also approaching the front courtyard, but stops among the minions to issue a warning.
(Thin) It seems you still don't understand, Postrimeria. Our power isn't found in our beauty, but in our logistics. As Montenegros, we've led massive Portals, the regionalization of the Axis. You're trustworthy, but you lack experience. That's why, to complement your protection, your mother Maggotyta convinced and brought Masacre Mordalicius as your bodyguard for this delegation.
(Masacre) My sword—my armor and my protection—are at your command, Miss Postrimeria Montenegro.
(Maggotyta) He's so professional... You'll be safe, daughter.
(Thin) I don't think so. He would be, if he showed even a shred of respect and affection for his new charge. The same as a sister, even more.
>Your mother introduces you to your second companion, only this one is so imposing you can barely perceive them as normal or human. Except at the moment when your thin mother starts demanding things from them, among other things asking them to remove their helmet to greet you. They do so kneeling, taking the back of your hand to kiss it. Their hair is violet, straight, and well-kept, and the inside of their armor carries a floral scent.
Kumiko##eULHjo Diopside-f2bd6b No.3303 es
>>3300
>the rabbit tells me it comes from the future and that I must create a fruit anti-spell
>it seems like I...will send it?
>how strange
>but it would be better if I listen to it

I'll see what I can do

Biogenia (bat)
Bat of the fruit
Vitality of 4 red hearts, deals double damage and applies the life siphon effect against fruits.

1d100 = 75

>I hope this works
>if not, I'll think of something else
>on the other hand
>I'll leave a portal to get here, just in case

portal: 1d100 = 63

>what else could I need?
>I'm not sure
>so I'll ask Fenegreco about what he said about Posteimeria

and well...what did you mean by postrimeria?

>what reminds me that I wanted to recreate that glove
>I'll need materials

perceive: 1d100 = 79
magnetism: 1d100 = 99
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>>3299
Of all the things I expected, I never imagined Septica would be replaced. Her pigtails catch my attention, so I can't help but fascinate myself by running my fingers through them. Huh? Ah, I almost forgot.

<Reroll
1d100 = 89
<Telepathy
1d100 = 61
(Get a couple of wine bottles ready for now, then give this gentleman a massage.)

The man who indirectly saved my life lies comfortably on the sofa, but it'd be too forward of me to offer more, knowing I could give him even greater pleasures.

(Mr. Oleander, you're welcome to join me at the table—enjoy anything you'd like.)

A luxurious lunch just as I've planned for today—nothing can malir sal go wrong... What? He looks uncomfortable. What did I do wrong? Hey! Damn it! The first thing you mess up!

(Sorry, sir, if you don't want to drink, it's no problem.)

My maid is as terrible as Septica—she just doesn't understand. At least she should get the massage right.

Now things are like this: me behind Oleander, him very close to me. To ease his nervousness and make him feel more at ease, I'll allow him to stroke my head—a privilege, since he should know I don't let just anyone touch me, and my hair is the most beautiful among all the girls of the Axis.

...

There are things that really bother me. For instance, knowing there are pure girls gathering... and I wasn't invited! What's going on?! I'm as pure as wine! And purity is radiant, beautiful, gorgeous, precious, majestic, sublime, wonderful, luminous, pretty, tender, and as cute as me—the cutest little girl among the cute, Linda. But not only that—there's another thing that irritates me, and at this point it's already a headache from how many times I've had to order—

(Don't touch my wardrobe! It had to be lazy Haliga! What do orders mean, huh?!)

It's really exhausting dealing with this little maid. All she does, according to her, are "little things to tidy up little things to organize." I don't care! I clearly stated: Do. Not. Touch!
(Capture her and remove her clothes in case she's hiding something, but be careful, Unnie, don't be too rough with her—we'll take her up to the top of the castle later. There are things I want to show my dear Haliga.)

The pure ones... I should be among them, no—I must be among them. It's an insult to me not to be, and it's something Haliga will understand once I explain to her up there what I've planned for today, and how she'll be my main pawn. If she doesn't want to be cast out into the middle of nowhere in my castle, she'll have to obey every word to the letter, her mind under my control.

(Unnie, once we're up there, summon Pútrida and the most capable soldier from my castle. I need to speak with them too, and also request punishment items through the portal—some specific ones that can be used from a distance without anyone noticing. As for intensity? Well, it's not exactly punishment per se—use Haliga as reference.)

<Spiritual landing
1d100 = 91
<The priestess
1d100 = 38
<Excite (Haliga)
1d100 = 64

(And you—stay quiet. You look better that way.)

Once Unnie takes Haliga out of my room, I'll change my underwear—those I got in, well, my village now have flashy colors and a very eye-catching design. I'll also wear my crimson dress, the one I've been saving for occasions like this, specially tailored by Howl so I can comfortably use my wings. I'll store the treasures I've been carrying with me since the beginning inside my wardrobe, along with my books—except for Patche's. I'll keep that one to read, right now, before moving on.
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>>1304352
"¡In the shape of a tin can! ¡Of a meatball! ¡Of a watermelon! ¡Of a beach ball! ¡Of a pool plug! ¡Kinder egg! ¡Of a candy corn! ¡Of a planet! ¡Of a drum! ¡Of a coconut! ¡Pumpkin! ¡Mango! ¡Of a marble! ¡Sphere! ¡Of a doughnut! ¡Of a piñata!"

"Would you say... Je."

"Learning?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"¡¿Is that a way of saying apprentice in some dead language, super master Suppah?!"

"It sounds good, jeje."

"Ehhhhhh What kind of humor does a magician have? Do they laugh at knock knock jokes or do they prefer dark humor? I like riddles, I heard this one ¡Take off my pants and suck me what you haveoooooo!"

"What is it?"

"..."

"¡A MANGO!"

<Pops out her tongue hoping her master at least smiles a little to see if she's good at making smiles and thus put it into practice with some magician who would do her a favor for making her laugh, it would be good to use the smoke as the key that would take her to be an adventurer, in any case, her master's belly is swollen as if he were Buddha without noticing that he said his last name wrong due to mere clumsiness and slow thinking, aside from that, he doesn't laugh at his master's jokes but makes a couple of strange sounds from his mouth so that he doesn't feel bad for not being very funny, or maybe his jokes are good but the laugh box of Eä is broken due to her isolation! She removes the hairs from her mouth!

"I don't understand anything, little monkey."

"Do you want a banana?"

"🍌"

"It's simple, I hate when people say my name wrong and also I'm not good at talking to others, once I talked to a very good magician and said something about her baby ¡It was a very ugly baby! And well... I just told the truth."

"Here I learned that if they teach you a baby and you say "it's cute", this, obviously... And in your mind you don't think that it's that you're not being sincere, but if you say that "it's a really horrible ugly baby", it sounds bad..."


"I'm happier!"

"Ohhhh, tell me what shampoo is..."


"For not buying it."

"😁"


"It's a good nickname! Just that, sir monkey!"

<The dance of mating kek continues along with César until they are hit on the head, Eä lets out a small jump from the surprise that the unexpected slap gave her and a huge lump forms on her head.

"¡Ouchie!"

"😵‍💫"


"¡¿Why are you turning off my glow, super master Suppah?!"

"..."

"Is that not slavery, super master Suppah?"

"Slaves gnomes."

"That brings me many memories... Not so pleasant... Je."

"If his deceased wife liked dancing ¡¿Why did she stop us?!" Or us... ¿Is the little monkey a girl? ¿Trans? ¿Monatras? ¿Transmona?"

"¡¿Can we do the gorilla dance?!"

"¡Hands up! ¡Hands down! ¡And like the gorillas! ¡Uh, uh, uh!"

<She starts dancing again taking advantage of being in that big hall that brings memories to her master, on the other hand, she is surprised when she sees a box of a white fluid, she crouches down to get closer to that little box with her eyes.


"Very cozy, yes yes yes, I like that it's not TAN big ¿You know? Big things I don't like."

"Milk?"

"🥛"


"Pffff, I can sell ice to the eskimos! Trust me, super master Suppah! Let's buy so many bricks that we will build a mansion.

"Okay no"

"I don't want a mansion"

"I want a small house so I will finish even faster... Je."

<She starts to collect bottles until she piles up a pile of milk bottles between her long arms, she carries approximately 15 bottles and although she wobbles a bit threatening a silly accident, she remains straight.


"Where do we start?"
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>>3302

It is, so what? +30 hex

>Raised an eyebrow at her not-mother's question. Doesn't see why that name would be an issue when so many normal and abnormal people have names from other things, like Rosa or Leona. What she does have a problem with is her servitude—servants of such low caliber aren't worthy of her, or anyone for that matter. She could complain, but she doesn't even want to speak to them.

...Prove it. Do something good for me and increase my power to show that you're truly in my service.

>Having more attendants and security isn't something she enjoys. However, this knight seems like someone far more worthy of serving her than the rest of the minions scurrying around this place. If he's truly under her power, then he shouldn't have any trouble increasing his mistress's stats as proof of his loyalty.
>While thinking about that, Postrimería Montenegro got an idea that might help her complete her mission. I'm telling you to do this right after creation, otherwise we ignore it and done.

The mage
1d100 = 30

Absurdancía
1d100 = 24

Hex to Postrimería > Whim of Postrimería
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>>3292
No mames mande mi turno por el hilo 2 JAJAJAJJAJAJJAJA

(((Hombre sin Nombre)))

>If you consume 100 of them, then the probability of you ending up sick is 100%, right?

not entirely

>Blondie gets comfortable in bed while he grabs Rose's thighs, the contrast between his rough as sandpaper hand and the delicate and smooth pale skin of Rose only intensifies his mansplaining

the sum of the probabilities of success and failure of an event is measured as: P(success) + P(failure) = 1. For example, there's a 30% (0.3) chance of rain and a 70% (0.7) chance of no rain, the sum equals 100%

Now if we use my smoking example... we have a 1% (0.01) chance of success, so substituting: 1 - 0.01 = 0.99, that 0.99 is the probability of failure

that 0.99 is raised to the 100th power since the number of cigarettes I will smoke are 100, doing the calculation of 0.99^100 gives us 0.366, we substitute that failure data in 100 attempts back into the original formula

1 - 0.366 gives us 0.634, meaning after smoking 100 cigarettes there's a 63.4% chance of having cancer... mmmmh, how strange at this point I should already have 10 different types of cancer

>It's the first time he talks so much and it's just to correct poor Rose, he gave her a sweet and dominant spanking

>Just as there exists Matahombres and the Asesinaniñas, like the Explotamadres. They say you only become important when you get an nickname thanks to your deeds.

Mmmmh, I don't care how they call me, as long as no one knows my real name better... except you my girl, only you know my real name: Rip van Winkle

>That guy got shot several times a few months ago, he still remembers it as if it were yesterday, he went to his farm along with several gunmen and shot him point blank, although he doesn't remember if he was called that or John Marston or Jim Milton... whatever, while Rose believed that name was enough

>If this had been under the terms as soon as the opportunity to be your partner arose, I wouldn't have accepted it.

>"How whiny some women are" ran through his mind, that silly idea of calling himself "matahombres" or "apuñalahombres" or whatever he was called didn't like at all but it was the only female miles away and he had to settle, anyway it wasn't the only woman threatening him with a weapon nor the last woman who buried or threw into the river

>Do you want? Do you want me to clean you properly this time?

>He smiled, it was exactly the opportunity he wanted, even he was about to take off his pants but the gate opened, another son of a bitch interrupting at the least appropriate moment

Damn

>He muttered then readjusted his clothes, he sighed with heaviness, he needed to smoke another cigarette, just when he had that delicious mouth for something other than just kissing... he hid with her behind the stairs, he thought about killing the banana and eating it with Rose for dinner but the stupid one made her appearance in front of the banana man

Alright, John Bhon, your journey must end

>He cocked his revolver and aimed at the computers

Tell us what your plan is or else I'm going to cancel your ChatGPT account with my revolver
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Yuko
Hexcast | -1200 Vex
Physical | BIOGENY x1 | DC: 1452 | FAIL
Psychic | PORTAL x1 | DC: 2160 | SUCCESS | Location: Turtle Bathroom
Psychic | PERCEIVE x1 | DC: 54 | FAIL
Energetic | MAGNETISM x1 | DC: 308 | SUCCESS
Obtained Item: Anti-Postmeria Repellent x1 | 3 Uses. Drives Postmeria away from user and prevents its Basic Attacks

>>3303
>You finish doing your thing in the bathroom, leaving the Rabbit behind to disinfect and make the place smell like flowers. Upon returning, you find Dr. Jamaica having a fan meeting—many monkeys, male and female, asking for autographs due to his immense popularity. He signs them using a little twig on a leaf. Fenogreco hears you and says:
(Fenogreco) To prevent an entity of the twilight like that from attacking me again, I asked my inventor friend Mona to create a device capable of driving it away. That led to these special herbs. They carry the scent and power to repel Postmeria—the essence of kindness and humility.
>In the end, you only manage to attract Fenogreco's cream into your hands. It should be ordinary ointment, but instead of throwing paste, it spits out chewed-up plants and leaves. Still, it's useful. Finally, you feel the turtle come to a stop.
(Lemon Wanwanese) Konichiwa, travelers-san! I am Limon Wan orimasu! Kono agete ichiomasu estipuree, miami mitsubishi! For those who didn't get it, Wanwan means I came here to escort you to the Lemonela headquarters, por favol.
(Dr. Jamaica) Seems the lemons are making an effort to welcome their foreign guests. I like that.
>The lemon city is completely walled off, filled with electric nets, and there's a series of lemon soldiers constantly patrolling the border—not outward, but inward—to prevent any lemon from leaving. You can see little lemon houses and lemon life, seemingly very happy. A lemon wearing a martial arts suit approaches and speaks to you, poorly imitating your language, but manages to convince the apes.
(Lemon Wan) Hmm, wait, One-sama. Uhum... Kore. Anata no imagii aruseru mosu desu ka? Uso de? This isn't you, right?
>The lemon holds in his hands a poster that was pasted on the walls of the Lemon Gate. It's a drawing of you—but a really bad one. It says: "Ban entry to Kurowawa Yuko. If found, report to Lemon authorities. Reward: 2 lemon licks." You're persona non grata.
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Linda
Hexcast | -3100 Vex
Oscura | REROLL x1 | NC: 5460 | SUCCESS
Psíquica | TELEPATIA x1 | NC: 2880 | SUCCESS
Psíquica | ASTROTERRIZACION x1 | NC: 5120 | SUCCESS
Espiritual | LA SACERDOTISA x1 | NC: 1725 | FAILURE
Oscura | EXCITACION x1 | Infalible | SUCCESS
Obj Obt. Plug de Castigo x1 | Equipped + spell Vínculo: Stops the casting of the target's first spell, and applies Excitación with priority
Obj Obt. Microbikini x1 | Equipped: Unequips all equipment-type items. Transforms Red and Blue life into temporary Golden Guard.
Obj. Eqp. | Dress of Empress Jiaxin Paopao Zhen of the Kunkun dynasty who ruled from year 1403 to 1717 in the regions from the Yixibili River to the Sacred Valley of Kumpalamini | While equipped, spells targeted at Wanwanwan's targets do not fail
Obj. Eqp. | Women's underwear | Increases Dark affinity by 3 if equipped.
Buff Oscura -4 (66)
(You) + Patch: Romance past Midnight | Reading Counter 2/3

Linda → Linda's Closet
Obj Trans. | Gold and riches x5
Obj Trans. | My Bodyguard from the Future x1
Obj Trans. | Book of Yo Soy Alli Pero x1
Obj Trans. | Book of Linda Howl, the afallic Howl x1
Obj Trans. | History of the Fruit War of the East x1

>>3304
(Pútrida) How does it feel, Mr. Oleander? This massage earned me an important place in the black market.
(Oleander) Don't worry—Miss Howl, I assure you it's not the drink, but the company. I was speaking of pure maidens, not impure masseuses. It's said some so-called pure young women weren't pure to begin with, and had to become pure later, but my faith tells me there are those who couldn't achieve it even with every advantage.
> Pútrida's massage was intense. Oleander was used to the rages of his spectral clients, yet Pútrida was rearranging his stomach with pressure, as if reorganizing his organs. Apparently, she was removing them. When Pútrida stepped back, Oleander accepted your head, examining your hair—he almost noticed she'd dyed it, like Séptica
(Oleander) So these are Howl's hairs. I wonder, if we wrap them around a wound and chant over it, could they heal it and grant eternal life? Although... I notice some dye here, oxygenation?
(...)
(Haliga) H-h-hey, b-but the words are carried away by the wind!, that's what my sister says... Anyway—There was no note, no warning. I-it's like when I lent you my markers, we're friends and we forgive each other.
> Haliga lives in a fairy and fantasy world. Unnie being a fairy isn't too fantastical to expect your immediate forgiveness. Before you left, you saw how Unnie captured her by appearing in her shadow and started stripping her clothes off. Some items in your closet were ruined. You dress and read the fanfic of Patch, which includes a detailed description of Patch's measurements and physical characteristics.
(...)
(Pútrida) This is the most powerful warrior in the Howl ranks of your castle, my lady. Her name is Chispas. She used to be a cat, until young Howl cast the "Turn into Human" spell one day.
(Chispas) I want milk, and some canned fish.
> Already at the top, you reunite with Pútrida by your side as your advisor. The fake cat-man is doing cat things, like licking his body to bathe. A rocket shaped like a pineapple and the size of a house flies through the air and briefly touches your castle, but nothing more comes of it. Just arriving, you can see how, following Hallie's teachings, Haliga has started playing with her body.
(Haliga) Hmnn—N-n-no... L-linda... L-lin-da! Ay—Mñn—
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>>3308
>it seems that there might be such a thing as a post-graduation repellent
>i don't know if i'll ever need it
>but i'll keep it
>eventually we arrive at lemon city
>it seems i'm not welcome here

Lemon-san, here it says "Kuro'wawa. i am Kurosawa, they are looking for my evil twin, who looks very much like me to frame me, the very bitch, could you not confuse us, onegai?

mental order: 1d100 = 23

Biogenia (cultivate)
Parasitic graft
absorbs 400 hex each turn, if the target is a fruit type, the user takes control of this

1d100 = 88

>just in case maybe i'll need a disguise
>for that i'll need textile materials
>like cotton

cultivate: 1d100 = 12

>each moment draws closer the inevitable confrontation against leech
>i must be prepared
>i cannot let myself be beaten by a lemon
>that would be INACEPTABLE
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Earendyl
Obj Obt. Song of Melody x1 | Develop and learn the Gorilla spell.
Obj Obt. Milk Bottle x15 | Generate 1 blue heart, cap 24. If the red life is incomplete, generate also 100 of Hex when drinking, cap 2400.
Obj Obt. Ashwaghanda Tail x1 | Combine with the item Potion to learn the Simian Potion spell. If equipped grants 2 of red damage.
Obj Obt. Suppah's Instruction Book x1 | Reading counter 1/2. Grants Hex until reaching 1000, learns the Construction spell.

>>3305
(Suppah) Everything that shines is not always gold. It's important to be sincere, yes, yes. But you also have to learn to say NO. This is my technique to say no. You stand firmly, reload your fists on your waist and with a clear movement you extend your hand and say "NO!". In this way I saved many young girls from harassment, and many dwarves from being kidnapped by that guy Joaquín.
>The master gives you some classes on humility and sincerity. He doesn't take long to teach you the technique of No, preparing his hands to extend his palm in front of you and say no. It seems that there are many dangers outside to say No. Suppah stops his dance again and gives you the disc that was playing.
(Suppah) I never really asked myself, is Ashwagandha female? It seems that I'm just an old man assuming about genders. In any case, ¡in this house no one dances! When they have their own home, they can dance, so take your music. (...) What? What do you have a home?
(Ashwagandha) Spais aporogoam martoto nasa. Chalenyer ¡boom boom!
>It seems that the monkey talked to him again, all of them went back to the front yard, where behind the tree, Ashwagandha had dug a hole and placed a trapdoor. Suppah put his head in and then couldn't get out. They went to sell milk.
(Suppah) I thought you lived in my tree, César. This reminds me of a very funny and hungry little kid who lived in a barr- Hey, my body doesn't fit here! A-ay my head is stuck, my antennas only detect precious metals. ¡JUH!
(...)
" Milk? And what does that do, as if it would strengthen my bones"
" I'm interested. Does it come from cows or bulls?"
" I don't need milk to grow!"
>You met an abnormal skeptical fish, a busty mage who didn't need milk and a spoiled girl from the upper class. You still don't have sales, Ashwaghanda does, apparently, some people took her bottles, although you didn't see that they paid her. Your instruction book had Suppah on the cover and power levels. Soon, you see a long guy coming out of an antique shop with a painting of an emperor.
"¡Ñajajaja! With this portrait of ancient times, I'll surprise the visitors. ¡Caligula, the perverse!"
(Diablillo) What are you waiting for? ¡Take it, it's your opportunity! It surely has a lot of money inside, you no longer have to sell milk. You can take it all as your simian friend. ¡Do it, and don't limit yourself with the ugly babies!
>You saw as he dropped his wallet, and immediately appeared a little illusionary devil from your imagination that advised you towards the bad. His devil costume was very convincing, it seemed to come straight from hell. Strangely your angel doesn't appear.
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Postrimia (Montenegro)
HEX +400 (800)
Hechizo Aprendido | CAPRICHO DE POSTRIMERIA | No fuego amigo: Aceptado
Hexcast | -5000 Vex
Espiritual | EL MAGO x1 | NC: 2040 | ÉXITO
Psíquica | ABSURDANCIA x1 | NC: 2688 | ÉXITO
Mando | CAPRICHO DE POSTRIMERIA x1 | Infalible | ÉXITO
Guarda Dorada +2 (22)

>>3306
Masacre | Consagración | Encantamiento
(Masacre) These are some of the few spells to enhance it, miss. N-negrura. I have developed spells on my own, but no matter how I try to learn healing or support spells, I only get mastery over destructive spells, and highly destructive ones.
(Maggotyta) Daughter, dear, don't be so harsh with your guard.
(Thin) On the contrary, you can't leave your protection to anyone. So learn your position well, Masacre. It is: "My darkness", with certainty.
>The blessing of Masacre is not necessarily the most powerful. It seems to be oriented towards mass attack, although that is not a quality of a guard either. It is instructed by your mothers. Thus, the more you distance yourself from them, and you are alone with your companions, Masacre speaks of her sister.
(Masacre) My little sister studies at the non-black magic academy Montenegro. She is a fan of yours, since you appeared on the cover of the most influential magnates of the western axis. I just wanted to tell her that, my darkness... But, you know, if she likes little girls, and wants an apprentice, then-
(Joaquin) My theory is correct--- Yes, I just mastered it--- The distortion of space and its tunneling-- Prepare yourselves-
Joaquín | Portal
>It didn't take long for Joaquín to create the portal to complete his lemon deals, although he explains them as if he had discovered them through physics. Joaquín's portal, unlike other portals, is very technological and spatial. When you cross it, you end up in a large enclosed space, a dark and enclosed theater room.
(Joaquín) It seems my calculations were not correct--- But we are in the Lemon realm--- Lemons are friendly---
(Masacre) Let's see. According to the Montenegro ladies' schedule, upon arriving in Lemon city, you will be received by a press conference, reunite with the leader Zackie and make peace in front of the cameras. Then comes the citrus lunch in the Lemon palace, and the guest meeting.
>Your guard is somewhat distracted and starts reading the instructions of your arrival, without realizing that they didn't appear where they should. Joaquín is so confident in his spells and formulas that there is no discussion. When finally a figure makes its way through the middle darkness, you can discern an old wrinkled woman with an apple. Joaquín intends to help her.
(Old woman with apple) Don't be afraid, representatives of Céfiro, from the blanquinegra house where the color change is always heard. I am Malvada, but I am not evil, I am good. And I am a fairy who only wants to regain her youth. Could you help this old woman who came out of hell?
(Joaquín) It's okay---
Malvada | Vida Roja 10/35 | Vida Azul 50 | A continuación: Succionar Alma
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Sin Nombre
Obj Prd. Cigarrillo x3
Obj Obt. Anteojos intelectuales x1 | Increases the counter of an object that requires it by +1.
Obj Obt. ChatGPT x1 | When you ask ChatGPT a question, it removes all water-type items from the inventory, gives 100 Hex, and increases the lowest affinity by 10, temporarily.

>>3307
(Jhon Bhon) !!The police!!
>With your pants halfway down, you stop hiding behind the stairs and face the banana who is totally alarmed. Rose, try to look through the windows to see what happened after the banana pulled the lever, and you can see as the sky turns around. Although nothing is falling. It seems the house of Jhon started to rise with you inside.
(Jhon Bhon) N-no need to threaten my dear ChatGPT, please. To calm everyone down, I'm going to give you both an account, don't worry. I'm not a banana that breaks the law. My job as the Bhon Motor Chief of the Bhon Banana Rocketry, is to bring to life the best inventions.
(Rose) At least do you know how to land this? I'm going to-- try-- My magic-
>You gain access to a paid ChatGPT account. But most importantly, Rose tries to summon with her magic circles in the air, but these are drawn very slowly and remain behind in the air as they move through the sky. Jhon Banana watches this and shakes his head. He, with complete certainty, details his invention.
(Jhon Bhon) This is the Pineapple Cinna Niña 9 rocket, it's built to travel as fast as possible, and it can't turn around. But don't worry, although the speed cancels the magic, it's totally safe. As long as there are no obstacles on the way, we can arrive safely at my home, Banana City, and return with a second ignition.
>After saying that, you can see as a giant silhouette begins to draw in the sky, that of a castle, but it's not an ordinary castle, but one that moves at great speed, with legs. There were some people on top, but more importantly, the rocket can't predict it and impacts on one of the sides.
(...)
(Rose) Jhon Bhon... Liar... Where are you? Ah... Did you turn into mush?
>They had a forced landing, you end up with Rose tangled on top of you, and the shell of Jhon Bhon next to you, but no trace of the Banana. You're on top of the entrance wall of a town called Lemon, where its electrical wires made the pineapple house stretch without touching the ground, but it was burning the fruit.
(Limon Karateka) Domo, orimasen, ano, kono rocketo kinshi sa rete imasu, honda suzuki, itadakimasu. (...) For those who didn't understand, it means that you can't park your rocket here.
>A Lemon in traditional clothing receives you, he was next to a pair of monkeys and a magician with glasses who was nearby. At least the lemon doesn't seem surprised by your spectacular accident. >>3310 Try to cultivate diseases and parasites in lemon soil. The nearby posters draw his face with a Wanted.
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"No, it's not gold."

"I CAN BE ME!"

"Hehe."

"Say N-O, no way!"

"Joaquin? I heard a story about a dwarf kidnapper..."

"But his name was Memo Aponte."

"Whatever, whatever, I'll take your recommendation into account, super master Suppah."

"Though to your technique—can I add a little eye poke?"

"Just so it's clear I said NO!"

"No one's harassing me! Not without my consent!"

<Practices the strategy of the fat blue bug man, adding her own small adaptation for better persuasion. Dangerously brings her index and middle fingers close to her sensei's eyes, stopping just centimeters away—fortunately, no one loses an eye, at least for now! Now she stops dancing. The two dreadlocks on her head are her reasons for calming her well-shaped ass. Nevertheless, she faces her super master without fear.

"That's right, that's right, that's right—he's a boomer!"

"Mom used to call Dad 'precocious'"

"Probably 'cause he's old-fashioned."

"You're the precocious one, super master Suppah!"

"Ashwagandha sounds way too feminine."

"What if the monkey is a male who thinks he's female but also likes females?"

"Justice for Ashwagandha!"

"I'm canceling you, super master Suppah."

"Hehehe."

"Ehhhhhhhhhh, you're precocious and super bitter, super master Suppah."

"Booooooo!"

"Banning dance?"

"The wand mage told me my body holds a lot of Hex inside."

"What if dancing is my way of slowly releasing it?"

"What if I explode from Hex buildup 'cause I didn't dance?!"

The deaths of innocents are on you.

"Huh?"

"Let me sleep in your home, Mister Monitor?!"

"And don't you dare use our master's technique on me, okay?"

"Hey, hey"

"Don't get ahead of me—I wanted to go in too!"

"Ahhhhh! Make room!"

"You're taking up the whole damn hole with your big butt!"

"Moveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"How much do you weigh?! A tonnnnnnnnnnnnn?!"

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

<Startled to see the super master get stuck, she quickly tries to help—though her help isn't exactly graceful. She literally kicks his ass or presses with the sole of her foot to push him, but she doesn't want to pull him out—she wants to shove him in! Obviously that's not happening with the sensei's weight. Either way, she keeps struggling for a good while, until finally she gets tired and just sits down on Suppah's big butt.

"Super master, I don't like those stereotypes."

"Just 'cause I'm a little monkey doesn't mean I live in trees."

"Racism!"

"You deserve to be stuck, JUM."

<Gives him a spank... time to sell! First with the abnormal fish.

"Huh? Bone? Nah, milk doesn't do that..."
"But it strengthens the gills!"

"Plus it can help with fish eyes on your feet. Removes that seafood smell, you'll be less slimy or scaly, have good memory instead of a fish memory! Ah! And it takes away the ugliness from your ugly mug!"

"😁"

<Touches the big, busty boob.

"Ehmmm... No, it's not from cow and bull."

"IT'S FROM A DONKEY!"

"It's a new type of milk that just hit the market."

"It's fine milk, from the finest donkeys."

"Sure you've got back problems, right?"

"It's not for nothing, but this milk will help... Well..."

"Reduce the size of those huge, fleshy, voluptuous, juicy, sweaty, bouncy, jiggly, milkable, heavy, tempting, lactating, scandalous meat mountains hanging from your chest."

"You could be flat"

"Just like me!"

<Finally, the rich little girl.

"You don't need it."

"You're perfect just the way you are."

"I swear to you by Dieguito Maradona."

"BUT!"

"This milk cures poverty, you know?"

"I haven't told anyone, but there's a new disease spreading across the world that threatens to become a pandemic."

"POVERTY!"

"It's a disease that makes all your money disappear, makes a huge beard grow, makes you dirty and... and... AND makes your skin darker!"

"Ugly, right?"

"AND I BRING THE CURE!"

"I don't want a noble young lady like you ending up as a homeless beggar on the streets."

"Buy from me."

"P-Please."

<Doesn't seem her smooth talk is actually working, unlike the monkey, though she suspects she's involved in a scam since she's not getting paid—surely it's like banks! Giving milk loans! Anyway, she sighs and scratches her neck, feeling rather tired, frustrated, and with her brain fried from overthinking. She plops down onto the floor and flips through the instruction manual until, out of the corner of her eye, she notices a little accident.

"Sir, you dropped your..."

"..."

"Ehm"

"Well... You're right... It's not... A bad idea."

"That milk looks tasty."

"And they say it strengthens gills, cures poverty, and shrinks your breasts."

"I..."

"Nobody would notice."

"The perfect crime."

"Yes."

<Takes a breath, walks toward the wallet and takes it in her hands, looks around, and then... She stops firmly, braces her fists on her hips, clearly extends her hand and loudly exclaims:

"NO!"

"SIR, YOU DROPPED YOUR WALLET!"

"EXCUSE ME!"

"TAKE YOUR WALLET YOU DROPPED!"

"PAY ATTENTION!"

"AHHHHHHH!"

<The little devil feels his eyes sting and runs away from her convenient presence toward the lanky man in the emperor's painting, of course, also grabbing a couple of milks—uh, I mean, to take advantage and sell him a few.
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>>3312

Does she know any spells that interest me?

>Enchantment, that spell so simple generates so little reaction in Postrimería Montenegro that it ends up ignoring Masacre. Instead of listening to her apologies or hearing from her unmotherly figures, she preferred to put on some music to distract herself before reaching her destination. Masacre isn't useful for what she wants, but maybe her sister can be helpful

Fairies aren't good.

>She doesn't know where the lemon kingdom is or if they are really in it. As far as Postrimería knows the portal took them where they wanted and that's all that matters to her. However, whoever receives them isn't a lemon but a fairy who claims to be good. She would never believe a lie like that, no matter the form the fairy takes. So without thinking much Postrimería hurried to eliminate the nuisance that appeared in the middle of her path.

We do business, not charity.

>Once she disarmed the fairy, Postrimería trusted that her bodyguards would understand her intentions and do what is due with her. Convinced that was the case she spent the rest of the way testing some of her skills with the only objective of improving in these.

Split
1d100 = 21

Enchantment
1d100 = 5
Now the cigarette gives super cancer

Party magic
1d100 = 3
1d100 = 4
1d100 = 17
1d100 = 13
1d100 = 21
1d100 = 33
Linda Iris Agate-d2f43a No.3316 es
>>3309
My red wine dress matches with my elegant golden hair, and it's perfect just now where the gusts of wind help me look good. A flawless me must last forever.

<Reroll x2
1d100 = 21
<Biogenia (Biological Fusion)
1d100 = 47 same roll
Spell: Eternal Sacred (Dress)
Effect: Select a non-consumable sacred object, the target acquires the effects of the object permanently. One-time use per mission.
<Telepathy
1d100 = 59

(Rotten, tell Howl that he can touch all his beautiful melodies as much as he wants today without the worry that he'll hear a servant screaming from punishment, also, since Orleander and he know each other, keep them distracted with lunch or anything else. And before I forget, bring my lovely doll from the closet, now.)

If only he were there, I would have already done everything just by imagining it, but no, now is the time for those boring plans, what laziness!

With Haliga ready and attentive to my words, she must be so anxious to listen - are you listening?

<Mental Control (Haliga)
1d100 = 29
(You never ordered me to touch myself! Not in that weird way at all! But it doesn't matter, it's exactly what I needed, I think.)

I told Unnie not to be so aggressive with Haliga, but she went beyond, a point that I didn't even dare cross, because, I felt sorry to leave her completely naked for my companion, however, of all the punishments that involve taking off clothes, it's no longer a surprise to see someone exposing too much skin out of nowhere, at least that would explain the serious face Pútrida had that never changed. I'll have to think of other punishments.

...

In the distance I can already start to observe the kingdom, one vilely deceived, for all those candidates, those white and pure hearts... they were never pure, exactly! They've never been, the only irrefutable truth is that I am the young girl with a pure face that Orleander talks about, only he doesn't know.

(Listen, Haliga, this is how things are. I, your mistress, am the purest girl in the entire Axis, and you, the complete opposite, and that's good.)

With her like that, more than making her believe that, it seems she actually believes it, how strange, I just made her feel a relaxation, the kind that leaves you breathless, why then...? Sometimes I don't understand the things I imagine.

(Take this, your sisters are in danger, the candidates! They're losing their identity! They're not like you right now, do it for them, and for me, your mistress, who was so kind in supporting you, find them!)

With the punishment box and the other thing that Unnie gave me, Haliga will be able to corrupt those pure women with the purpose of me, Linda the most beautiful, shining as the definition of purity itself.

(Unnie, ask about some dress or clothing that Yuko usually wears, the Dominator should have some, it's for Haliga.)

I give a sweet treat to the sweet Unnie for her good work, just one, since my mistress ate all the others while thinking about how to set up her plan.

(Do you know how to speak?)

There's no sense in talking to the mind of a cat, in theory, but a dog cat human... at least I had to check it. Hugato.

(Just take care of me.)

Sometimes I wonder, why does Parche have such huge breasts? According to what I read, even her butt... I think I'll read more.
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Psychic Buff -53 (1)
Spell Learned | ONE
Psychic | MENTAL ORDER x1 | NC: 54 | FAIL
Dark | ONE x1 | Infallible | SUCCESS
Physical | BIOGENESIS x1 | NC: 1089 | FAIL
Physical | CULTIVATE x1 | NC: 1518 | SUCCESS
Item Obtained: Cotton x5 | Consumes 50 hex to refine or use in other spells or items

>>3310
Are you wearing the bunny disguise?
>Lemon Wan watches you suspiciously, squinting his eyes and analyzing you with his karate technique. Then he gets so irritated that a bit of lemon juice leaks out, and he has to wipe it off with a handkerchief. Still, the Lemon nods and says. Seems you managed to convince him, since his Wanwanic isn't very good anyway—he's an actor.
(Lemon Wan) Koro urusewa ano hiinde so pako pako motsu. Toyota sushi. It means I believe you, Yuko Kurosawa. These days, no one knows anymore if your evil doppelgänger is truly evil or actually a secret magical heroine.
>Fenugreek sneaked off to remove the posters, just in case, while Dr. Jamaica was signing autographs again due to his scientific popularity. Before they can move forward, a fruit rocket—one shaped like a pineapple—lands very close to you. Or rather, attempts to land, because in an accident, you can see a small banana flying out.
(Dr. Jamaica) That's exactly why I opposed the Simian's ape space program. This only brings unfortunate accidents and bad scientific reputation.
(Fenugreek) Those people need simian medical help!
>Lemon Wan is the first to approach the cowboy who was inside the high-tech rocket house made with ChatGPT (>>3307). Then Fenugreek follows, quickly searching for his simian remedies to also help the maiden in white accompanying the cowboy. Last comes Dr. Jamaica, who is quite bitter.
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Obj Prd. Milk Bottle x2
Obj Obt. Caligula the Pervert's Paint x1 | If placed in a home, the user gains +5 of dark affinity while the Paint remains intact
Obj Obt. Fake Nose x1 | Equipped: Grants 100 of Hex if the Camouflage spell is activated
HEX +850 (1000)
Spell Learned | BUILDING

>>3314
[Suppah] This is a manual on selling milk. Approach someone and ask them to buy milk from you. If you can't sell, you must convince them, said a little green monster once. Here's a glimpse at 999 techniques of persuasion.
(Diablillo) Throw that book away, reading won't make you smarter nor give you magic. Instead, we should betray Master Suppah, don't you think? Rob his house, and lock him up for 1000 years in that monkey's hole.
>The book contained a hologram of Suppah himself, who taught you to read. In an instant, he slid all the projected content with magic as if you were shuffling slides, and now, you had magic to give and more persuasion. The little devil didn't take your rejection well, rubbed his eyes, and said before disappearing
(Kepler) I'm Kepler, your devil, and this won't be the last time you'll hear from me!!
(Nosey Lord) Hmm, that's strange.... (....) Did that statue move? (...) Oh my! So this is my wallet. Yes, it must be! Hahahahahaha. You're very good, milk seller of donkey milk. I'm going to buy from you, I'm Ñorñor Moreau, and I'm buying milk! Do you accept magical cards?
>The person didn't believe you were talking to him and every time he turned around, he confused you with a statue. Until finally, he took his wallet back and thanked you. He tried to buy milk from you, but he didn't have cash. So he gave you his painting of the perverted emperor and a nose similar to his, for your pair of bottles.
(Rich Girl) Hey, why do you have a sad face? I was thinking your milk could help reduce my magic companion's breasts. And-and prevent that dangerous disease you hear about... Unlike you, I do have money! So I want 1000 bottles of milk!
>When you were returning with the monkey, the girl from before stopped you, and the fat mage who accompanied her. She pointed at you and suddenly, thanks to your methods of persuasion, you had an order for 1000 bottles. Success!. But suddenly, angry cows arrived
(Cow Herder) So you're the milk scammer who has been selling milk, and in OUR territory!. We are Milly, Lilly and Paquita, and we are going to give you what you deserve.

Cow Herders | Red Life 15 | Blue Life 9 | Simple Attack: 2 to 6 red (At a distance)
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HEX +700 (1110)
Hexcast | -2700 Vex
Oscura | ESCISION x1 | NC: 6480 | ÉXITO
Espiritual | ENCANTAMIENTO x1 | NC: 1479 | ÉXITO (Overcast)
Espiritual | MAGIA DE FIESTA x1 | NC: 1581 | ÉXITO
Espiritual | MAGIA DE FIESTA x1 | NC: 3519 | ÉXITO
Espiritual | MAGIA DE FIESTA x1 | NC: 1683 | ÉXITO
Obj Obt. Manzana envenenada de Malvada x1 | Brinda el estado Veneno 20 al consumir.

>>3315
>You started to hear the hits of the favorite singer of Montenegro who had also changed color like her. You can see how Joaquin is quite familiar with music as well. While Masacre lowers his head embarrassed by your indifference. What's important, before the old woman of the apple can steal Joaquin's soul you intervene.
(Malvada) ¡Iaahg! What's wrong with you, girl of color? I am good... (...) I will tell you that which approaches the realm of the fruit, a catastrophe. The prophecy begins with two twin bananas, a catchy song along with a horror play, a battle of the dead and the undead, and finally, the expulsion of everything pure.
Masacre | Venus | Fallo
>You manage to cut the old woman who falls and covers herself with her clothes, you obtain the apple from her hands. She begins to fade, after having removed her physical form, she continues speaking from the background. And begins to make predictions while painting herself as the good one in the story. Masacre tries to eliminate the spirits in the area, but his spell is disabled by a magical rule.
(Masacre) I don't think I can hit an incorporeal form without destroying the place. Do you want me to proceed anyway, my darkness?
(Joaquín) My diagnosis is that--- We are in a--- Area with a camouflage bubble that--- Hides something in the deep of--- Those stairs behind the stage---
>Masacre points his magic towards the back of the stage, it seems capable of blowing everything up, so he asks for confirmation. Joaquin does some mathematical calculations on his screen and concludes. It seems that a large accumulation of magic is hidden in the theater, but at the same time, the door towards the outside opens behind you.
(Joaquín) I managed to hack this fruit door, its password was--- A fruit game that had to be cut in the air until making the score 1333--
(Masacre) Mmm, maybe it's better if we ignore it and go directly to the ceremony, right? There are of these spirits everywhere.
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Hexcast | -4600 Vex
Oscura | REROLL x2 | Infallible | SUCCESS
Física | BIOGENIA x1 | Infallible | SUCCESS
Psíquica | TELEPATHY x1 | NC: 320 | SUCCESS
Psíquica | MIND CONTROL x1 | NC: 2880 | SUCCESS
(You) + Patch: Past Romance at Midnight | 3/3
Obj Obt. Patch's underwear x1 | Equipped: Increases any stat by 10 units, temporarily. Book spells do not fail.
Obj Obt. Patch doll x1 | When shaken, acquires a random amount of Hex between 50 and 500. 5 uses.
Obj Obt. Lunar Patch x1 | If joined to an object, allows hiding and transporting it immediately.
Af. Alt. Spiritual +5 (28)
Obj Prd. Punishment plug x1
Obj Prd. Punishment body stickers x5
Linda's wardrobe → Linda
Obj Trans. | Linda doll x1

>>3316
(Pútrida) I'll do it, Queen Linda. But I have a note. My cousin Pútrida told me about the hobbies and personality of that Howl they served. He is a victim of his beauty and doesn't usually show himself. Are you planning for Mr. Oleander to fall in love with him? If so, I think I can make it happen.
>It seems you discovered another reason why there weren't so many Howls. In any case, Unnie looks at you with naivety, as if she hadn't done anything wrong, or at least that's how she appears. As soon as you give the order, Haliga stops her groping abruptly
(Haliga) Linda... Ma- N-n-I don't understand much... Wouldn't it be better if you become a candidate, Linda? Besides, I'm pure! It's just that-- when that strange fairy is next to you, everything feels confusing... Ah! I-I don't want to be naked!
>She was quite resistant to your mental spells, even during the fight against the evil fairies. Haliga reasons with you and tries to delegate the return trip to you, which is impossible. Her head sways from side to side. When she grabs your shoulder she regains some consciousness and finally becomes alarmed. Unnie has to give her a black tunic to cover herself with.
(Unnie) Queen Linda is pure, that's true... Ah, hey!
(Chispas) These sweets taste really good. When I was Master Howl's pet, I couldn't eat sweets like these. Do they have chocolate? Master Howl ordered me not to eat it, but now that I serve another master, I can eat it! It's logical!
>When you approach to give Unnie her sweets, the dog-man snatches them in a quick movement and starts eating without manners. It seems Howl had him very spoiled; he even wants to eat chocolate. The castle approaches the lemon kingdom. Haliga receives the punishment items in her hands, confused.
(Haliga) L-Linda? Are they magical artifacts? They come with instructions, right?
Kumiko##eULHjo Rose Quartz-90707b No.3321 es
>>3317
no, but I'll put it on this turn
what about doubles?

>for some reason I suddenly feel stupid
>so stupid that I put on the bunny suit
>now I feel less stupid
>just in case, I'll try not to use psychic magic for now
>on the other hand
>it seems there was an accident
>I need to help somehow
>I'll need brute strength
>reinforcing my bones should help with that

ossification: 1d100 = 40

>having done that, I'll try the parasitic graft again

biogenesis: 1d100 = 60

what is a ChatGPT?

>I feel like when I ate the Dry Bison stew
>how long will I last like this?
>hope not too long

break curse: 1d100 = 58

>seems there's a cowboy and some white-clad girl
>hope they're okay
>maybe they need a bath

puddle: 1d100 = 60
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>>3319

No, ...no aún.

>With the annoying fairy eliminated, there's no reason to resort to extermination. At least not for now, but if I find out there are more of these, I might consider it. For now, the best thing is to ignore the babbling of the dying fairy and focus on her mission, whatever it may be.

I'm ready to continue.

>The most important thing here is that she should look good for the ceremony. The stylish and fashionable outfit she offers with her red zombie suit, diamond-gloved and shamone hat should more than suffice for that. With nothing else to entertain herself on the way, she continued killing time with some spells where she hoped to improve.

Tarot
1d100 = 14
Blood Technique
1d100 = 95
Festival Magic
1d100 = 26
1d100 = 18
1d100 = 49
1d100 = 37
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>>3318
"God damn... am I revealing myself?"

<It's the only thing she manages to mutter after watching her super master's projection and receiving that extra bit of conviction that would have helped her with the previous 3 failed customers, one way or another, it sends him to hell!

"Ushcale, ushcale! Little fat devil!"

"Kepler or a creeper"

"Doesn't interest me!"

"It's not a NO!!!"

"Well, I'll wait for you to punch me in the eyes with much more force or sing you the song of the crazy devil"

"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_r9uZ6W8n8""

"GOODBYE!"

"Jum."

"Sir big nose! I am not a statue! I am a person! I think..."

"It's nothing, it's nothing! I just do good without looking at who."

"Ass, sir big nose, ass."

"¿IN SERIO ME VA A COMPRAR?! HURRAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Q-Tarjeta mágica?"

"Ehm."

"Por... ¡Supuesto! I also accept trades, wellness vouchers, suns, quetzals, shelkes, spices or pejecoins."

"Q-What is this?"

"Q-Does it have value?"

"Sir ñorñor, I'm speaking to you!"

"Ay."

<She becomes completely mute and with a poker face upon seeing what she gets for her bottles of delicious milk! It's not money! She looks at the painting of the emperor with a look of not knowing if it has real value or if they just saw her face of mensa, wait, is it the first thing or she's going to crash into the wall, in any case, she was going back with the monkey to show off the painting but what a surprise when she sees the little pitiful goblin and the busty mage.

"I AM NOT SAD!"

"Only..."

"It's a shark face, they say that if you have a shark face, you will be successful in business."

"Eh, yeah, that's true! The ubrona!"

"Sisisisisisi."

"In fact, if you notice, your busty mage is already getting the disease of poverty."

"You must help her!"

"Oh yes, yes, I don't have anywhere to fall dead! That's why I sell milk!"

"You are rich, powerful and influential, aren't you?"

"Show your wealth by buying 3000 bottles better!"

"N-No, I don't accept paintings of perverted emperors, eh."

<It starts forming

"By a demon! What was missing!"

"..."

"Cows?"

"Cows that give milk?"

"Without offending the busty mage."

"This is milk from a BURRO, very expensive, not from a COW, our markets are different."

"You make the tits grow! I don't!"

"Ah, do you want to fight?"

"Tsk."

"Okay okay okay"

"Stop my milk bottles, mage Tetanic"

"I'm going to turn them into barbecue!"

<She throws her milk at the mage's tits... That sounded bad... Anyway! She adjusts her tie, frowns like a bad girl and runs towards the cows activating... Who knows, she uses magic randomly, if it works! Perfect!

Gigantismo: 1d100 = 39

Evolución: 1d100 = 53

Ataque simple: 1d100 = 15
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>>3318
>>3323
<Money symbols form in his eyes until he notices the arrival of the cows.*
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>>3320
This... another Pútrida or does it refer to Séptica? Correct, Howl doesn't usually show himself, but not because of his beauty, it's because... eh? It's true, I've never questioned it! Yes! I plan for the Mr. Oleander and Howl to fall in love-? That Mr. Oleander and Howl s-se -se...?

<Telepathy
1d100 = 49
(¡Pútrida! ¡Idiot! Do whatever you want! I'm not a bad thinker!)

I don't understand the Axis, is it so normal that men fall in love with each other? Enough! I don't even want to imagine it! What a disgust! gulp

...

Haliga is so difficult to handle, not even I with my head can submerge her under my total authority.

(Obedience.)

I am more than a candidate, don't you understand? I am a queen, THE queen, the most beautiful, even. But, Haliga is not the only one who doesn't understand my power, the human cat or whatever it is asks me, to me, his master.

(Down!)

His only order, if so obedient he wouldn't be capable of disobeying me. Down, lying, sitting, whatever but that he stays still to reflect.

(First, address me as the cutest girl, Linda, your master and queen. Do you want me to give you sweets or something? Who has the privilege to ask things is Unnie because of being sweet and affectionate with me, and you?)

With things clear now I must return my attention towards the vague and complicated Haliga. I would punish her, but I know I never made her read the Dominator's manuals.

(Calm down, Unnie will explain to you how it works, do you want help? Listen to her instructions and imagine your sister candidates.)

<Excite
1d100 = 78
<Control mind
1d100 = 76

It hurts more to me than to her to treat her that way, but if you want to pay for your disobedience this is your only opportunity, you wouldn't want to be subjected to "that" I did to Unnie before she was Unnie.

...

I'm tired of waiting, are we even close, at least? I'm one step away from taking other measures if I find out we're still far from arriving. I should shake and play with Parche's stuffed animal.

<Astro-landing (spiritual)
1d100 = 42
<The priestess
1d100 = 3

I'm boredddd! Not even with that can I! Ah! I didn't think the Parche book was so short, and so obviously descriptive, I wish I had read more. Whatever, somehow I have these things, and his underwear... No.

(Pútrida, I want to see my weird car, there's something I want to try.)

One of her things seems to have the ability to store whatever you want. It's like the power ball, but better, and what isn't better than having that tank car with me at any moment!
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>>3313

(((Man Without A Name)))

>Curious about that gift, Rubio took out his revolver from his poncho and checked if it was really ChatGPT... wow, it was true, it was the newest version, 6.7 so he supposed it could help him with something

Mmmmh

>He thought for a while while taking out his cigar, using the friction of the air he moved the cigar so fast to light it and brought it to his lip, taking one big puff he finished it, his lungs finally had that precious nicotine he loved so much

>It's built to travel as fast as possible, and it can't make a round trip.

>He raised an eyebrow annoyed, a one-way trip was the least he wanted, at least he still had his mule inside here but he didn't want to take the long way back double this, with his revolver he pointed at the banana's forehead

You just committed a serious mistake, Banana Man Bananá

>He turned to look at the castle that loomed by the window, then he looked again at John Bhon with notable irritability, he sighed, cocked the revolver, didn't care about wasting his bullets on such an idiotic abnormal. Just before impact he shot but didn't prevent it from falling and bouncing all over inside the rocket, anyway he didn't lose time to fondle Rose in the air for a bit longer and eat her little nipples with his rough hands

>Jhon Bhon... Liar... Where are you? Ah... Did you turn into soup?

I made sure to blend him... I think

>He hit Rose on the butt

get out of the way, mule

>Not tired of being a traditional misogynistic cowboy he takes Rose off and stands up as if nothing had happened, slowly walks towards the outside of the rocket, his boot spurs showing his calm and calculated steps

>He can't park his rocket here.

>Just when he put another cigar on his lip and was about to light it he noticed the lemon karateka and turned to the sky, noticing the pineapple burning

Ticket me, I'll pay later
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Sin Name
Obj Prd. Cigarette x3
Blue Life +1 (15)

Yuko
Hexcast | -700 Vex
Dark | OSSIFICATION x1 | TN: 588 | FAIL
Physical | BIOGENY x1 | TN: 792 | FAIL
Spiritual | BREAK CURSE x1 | TN: 540 | SUCCESS
Energetic | PUDDLE x1 | TN: 1479 | SUCCESS
Obj Obt. Lust x1 | Prohibits casting of Spiritual spells
Obj. Eqp. | Bunny suit | Equipped: Gains spell BUNNY FORM, increases psychic affinity by 10, and constantly generates the object Lust.
Psychic Buff +9 (11)

>>3321
>>3326
>Yuko, feeling smarter, tries to move the wreckage from the crash, but her weak bones can't lift even a single rock. By the time Sin Name recovers, he sees before him Yuko, a mage in a bunny costume, and a pair of apes—one chimpanzee and one orangutan. The orangutan seems famous and is being photographed. It's the chimpanzee who approaches to help.
(Fenogreco) Hey, human sir, you just fell hundreds of meters from the sky. Not trying to intrude, but don't you have a broken rib? Must be dangerous walking around so injured. Or for you... is just walking already dangerous for everyone else?
(Dr. Jamaica) Leave them be, Fenogreco. He's a tough guy, and tough guys don't answer questions. In my day, I was... a tough guy too.
>The orangutan seems experienced—after all, he's a doctor—but his scientific outlook doesn't diminish others. Suddenly, Yuko uses her magic to generate a huge puddle over Rose and Sin Name, completely drenching them. Rose's white dress becomes transparent, making even more obvious Sin Name's constant groping of her. Still, Rose looks friendly.
(Rose) Wait, you're... Yuko, the exhibitionist? You truly live up to your name, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm not a mercenary, but I think we have several things in common. (...) Oh, my partner—he can introduce himself. His feats range from murdering a 500-year-old exploiter of mothers to ruining an evil corporation experimenting on abnormals by the hands of a black woman. Sometimes he gives massages to his comrades.
>After introducing herself, Rose adds: Everything seems to be going much better now. A group of special lemons is attacking the flaming pineapple so it doesn't wreak havoc across the rest of the city. Despite everything, Fenogreco can't treat them, but in compensation, he invites them. Sin Name realizes that the meeting between this pair of apes is more political than adventurous.
(Lemon) Souoo irei ga no masou yo kako irete hearetii foodo onigiri kawai desu imasen. It means we're now heading to lunch—Lemon, which is being prepared at Limonela's meeting place, the banana-lemon house Panama.
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Postrimeria (Montenegro)
Af. Alt. Física +1 (34)
Hexcast | -2700 Vex
Oscura | TECNICA DE SANGRE x1 | NC: 1120 | ÉXITO
Espiritual | TAROT x1 | NC: 1173 | ÉXITO
Espiritual | MAGIA DE FIESTA x1 | NC: 2142 | ÉXITO
Espiritual | MAGIA DE FIESTA x1 | NC: 4386 | ÉXITO
Espiritual | MAGIA DE FIESTA x1 | NC: 3060 | ÉXITO
Obj. Eqp. | Sombrero Shamone | Equipado: Evita todos los hechizos artísticos
Obj. Eqp. | Guante diamantado | Mientras esté equipado los hechizos artísticos no fallan.
Obj. Eqp. | Traje rojo Zombie | Equipado: Otorga el hechizo Zombie y Horda Zombie temporalmente

>>3322
>The cards are working in your favor, or something like that says the tarot you drew and spun on the ground. Guarding your exit, Masacre makes her way through with her sword to cut anyone who crosses her path. And behind you, Joaquín who keeps doing calculations on his smart, Gemini-installed chair. You can feel the presence of the one who warned you Masacre fading into the background. And towards the light, and the high society street limona, you come across a familiar face.
(Leech) ¡MY THEATROOOO! I wanted to attend a playaa at MY THEATRO. But they're clowns. ¡U-You are the clowns who came out of MY THEATRO! Jijijijijijaja. That's great, theater clowns, dance, dance for me. Since I became governor, the arts have been my favorites!
>He is escorted by a large group of bodyguards, you had to stagger after colliding with him since he almost sent you backward with his fat. Limon Leech appears in an elegant and very tight suit, with a few extra kilos, but with the same heavy personality. He confuses them with artists and orders them to dance.
(Masacre) Oh, excuse me, Governor Leech. We came as guests. The representative of the Montenegro family was invited to-
(Leech) If I say they dance... ¡They DANCE! Dance now, plebeians, dance. Show me your innate qualities of buffoons. That gift that was given to you at birth instead of luck and intelligence.
>He orders them again and now the bodyguards are approaching each one with a loaded weapon, in truth, they all look very easy to shoot. Masacre has no choice but to dance a little, moving her arms and a bit of her body like the step of nokotan and Joaquín, who moves a lip and does spins and spins with his mechanical chair.
(Leech) Ah well, well, I love the helpless. And well, Postrimería, you came to do business, ¿VERRDAD?. You'll have something very important to propose to me, because you're dressed like the king of pop, and to me, the pop, it churns up lemons.
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Earendyl
Red Damage +2 (2)
Max Red Health +25 (42/53)
Red Health +19 (40/53)
Physical Buff +5 (36)
Command Buff +5 (6)
HEX -1100 (200)

Hexcast | -100 Vex and -1100 Hex (200)
Physical | GIGANTISMO x1 | NC: 2573 | SUCCESS
Physical | EVOLUCION x1 | NC: 3007 | SUCCESS

Cowgirls | Red Health 13/15 | Blue Health 9 | Simple Attack: 2 to 6 red (At a distance)

>>3323
>>3324
>The long and thin subject seemed like someone quite eccentric, and his symbol was a nose, you could see it as soon as he got into his car with a nose ornament. He said that that milk would help his daughter grow. As for you, the emperor's picture kept following you with its perverse gaze, and also the mage's breasts were so big that your field of vision made space for them.
(Dark Scepter) Ehem, no one has noticed yet, I have a name. I am Dark Scepter, a dark mage. The reason I was looking for bull's milk is because, unlike normal milk, bull's milk contains vital ingredients for potions and alchemy. I-I-I am aware of the size.
(Honey) And how are you going to get 3000? Are you going to extract them with magic? I don't consume magic! Using magic makes you black, big, and busty like Dark, I prefer to stay small, white, and pretty.
>The rich girl introduces herself as Honey Eiai, while her mage companion is Dark Scepter. The second one gives her reasons for investigating magic through ingredients, she seems quite dedicated, although she feels a bit sad at the end, which makes her sway a bit. The little one shows skepticism and rejects magic by saying "NO!", but in a more arrogant way. Both of them step away from your problems with the cows
(Lilly) We are not dairy cows, we are The Cowgirls! We drive all the cows from the Double East. Each one has to pay us a fee based on the milliliters of milk that comes out of their udders.
(Molly) That's right, sister! We don't care if it's cow's milk, bull's milk, donkey's milk, or human or female milk, we control the milk industry. And if you don't like that... Paquita, give her lead!
>It seems that the cowgirls have all kinds of milk, and spilling milk, the cows draw their weapons, which are revolvers that each one carries by their side. Meanwhile, you find yourself growing and evolving into a giant and much brighter form. The bullets they shoot at you bounce off or cause negligible damage
(Lilly) So that's your secret! You get so big that the small drops that can come from your small breasts become gallons of milk that you distribute like donkey's milk. Devil's Rock!
(Honey) Phuag-
>You hit Molly the black cow that was shooting at you, but the other cows prepare to shoot you again, while the first one hurts your ego and image. Just then, Honey was trying a bit of milk when she hears that and has to spit it out.
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Linda
HEX +100 (1450)
Hexcast | -4900 Vex
Psychic | TELEPATHY x1 | DC: 3840 | SUCCESS
Dark | EXCITEMENT x1 | DC: 4356 | SUCCESS
Psychic | MIND CONTROL x1 | DC: 2960 | SUCCESS
Psychic | ASTROPORTATION x1 | DC: 5760 | SUCCESS
Spiritual | THE HIGH PRIESTESS x1 | Infallible | SUCCESS

>>3325
(Sparky) But Mistress Queen Linda, haven't you heard that man's best friend is the dog? In my life I've known dogs that bite their masters' hands and shit outside instead of in the toilet like I do. What I'm trying to say is about inherent rights—!!!HERE I GO!!!
>Seems like he gained a bit of intelligence; it's true, bad dogs do exist. But as soon as you give Sparky the "down" command, he runs and leaps off the edge of the castle, plummeting hundreds of meters "down." You can see his dog figure spinning in midair, tongue flapping out. When he lands, he creates a crater in the ground—he appears to be alive.
(Patch) "Don't forget to check in daily to receive a magical bonus." "What the actual fuck kind of spell is this?" "Hisrol, place for roleplay."
>You press Patch several times, gaining a bit of magic. His wrist has lines of supposedly famous quotes, though you haven't found any. His wrist doesn't do much, just stares at you with an expressionless gaze that seems to hide lewdness and lust—or maybe it's just your imagination. Putrid arrives with your tank, and surprisingly, the experiment works. The tank vanishes in a puff of smoke and reappears again.
(...)
(Banana Brothers) We are, the Banana Brothers! "I'm 1!" "And I'm 3!" And together we form part of Lord Leech's escort, the Lemon Governor of Electric Cítric. We'd like to invite you to exchange ideas and hex.
>When your castle finally stops and you pass through the grand gate with Unnie in your shadow and Putrid, a pair of bananas step forward to introduce themselves. Both are strange twins, and their numbering makes you wonder what happened to the third one. The Banana Brothers vanish and reappear in the same spot.
(Unnie) My mistress and owner Linda isn't interested in buying banana trinkets. Don't worry, mistress, these bananas are like this—always trying to insert themselves into every conversation. They're a nuisance! Why don't you tell them about your real banana?
(Haliga) ¡...!
>When the escort of such an important Lemon receives you, Unnie stages a little scene, advocating for you and inquiring about your fruits. That's the signal for Haliga to sneak behind and start infiltrating deeper into the ranks of the powerful and wealthy Lemons, to see if they have information about the candidates.
(Banana Brothers) It's true, the banana of Howl. There's talk of a Howl without a banana who suddenly appeared to reorganize that decadent family. Don't tell us—it's you!
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>>3327
so you heard about me...

>that Rose talks about her companion
>it seems she's also been through a lot
>...that explains the marks on Rose's body
>it seems someone was having fun

so a black exploiter...that's not something you see every day

>i'd sure like one of those to refine my cotton
>they say people of that color are good at manipulating cotton
>but in the absence of those people, i'll have to do it myself
>i try to turn the cotton i have into a swimsuit
>maybe it'll come in handy later

transmuting fabric: 1d100 = 56
high sewing: 1d100 = 41
elemental aspect (water): 1d100 = 55

>and i'm trying again to make the parasitic graft

biogenesis: 1d100 = 39

and well, what brings you here, Rose?
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>>3328

Yo no bailo, contrato a otros para que lo hagan.

>Arching his eyebrows, Postrimería Montenegro responded in a grumpy manner. If it were just Postrimería, he would limit himself to ignoring and perhaps attacking whoever ordered him. However, now it was Montenegro and his way of reacting, although similar, is also different. Instead of just refusing, he took off his hat and put his hand inside it. There are far more capable jester within the axis than his bodyguards, for example...

The magician
1d100 = 20
Call OP
1d100 = 46

Business? Yes, this is the deal. You, stay with the land, a very nice hole under the land. I, stay with the kingdom, you, stay with the worms. I, stay with your organs, you, stay with the wounds. I, stay with your subjects. Good deal, isn't it? How about we sign it?

>The mission that had been given to him consisted of taking the lemon people out of their misery. They never specified how, but what they did say is that it shouldn't be done through kidnappings or forced experiments. Nothing of that sort is the style of Postrimería, but in any case he thinks to respect that rule. Thus, the best way he finds to fulfill his objective is to gain power and he will do it by force. Pulling out the bar he stole from that bodyguard, Postrimería prepares to attack any abnormal who tries to stop him.
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>>3330
Brothers banana, what does it matter to me? I just want the candidates, at least Haliga is cooperating, or so I hope to believe. Talking about my true- what? Again, my dear Unnie is trying to confuse me.

Me? I never mentioned that I was going to reorganize Howl's family, I just claimed what is mine for being so beautiful and handsome, these are things of a princess, a queen like me.

...

I'm bored, I want the candidates damn it once and for all! I want to show off my beauty! Show off my purity!

I get it, the problem is that this isn't my kingdom, a serious mistake for the fruits of this place. Of course... that guy Limón gives me his guards but doesn't give me his kingdom, my kingdom, not to mention presenting me those candidates.

Aha! What am I doing here wasting time?! They are my servants! My slaves! This kingdom has always been mine since I stepped on the ground with my delicate shoes, it's an offense towards me that this fake king took that attitude. A true queen doesn't need a king, just a queen is enough.

Everyone will bring me the candidates, they will come, even Limón himself will hand over his entire kingdom and properties to me, what does it matter what he says, the most beautiful one deserves what's hers, justice? Those concepts are so foreign to me, if I feel like it I can destroy this place in a blink of an eye, let the people, my people and my slaves understand that as my justice, my judgment.

<Expandir
1d100 = 40 same roll
<Absurdance (The Judgment, Linda's Doll, Hex to the End)
1d100 = 20 same roll
Spell: Linda's Judgment
Effect: If there is any rule and/or added value or altered within a mission, this completely nullifies it. Once per mission. Only can be cast by Linda. Bring back the fire friend
<Psychic regional domination (priority clock)
1d100 = 45 same roll

Let that king come with his signed papers where he officially declares my reign and my authority! A wine party for the most beautiful of all the beautiful ones! The same one who will now show that she is not only the purest of the Axis, but also the very Queen. Let those impure and cowardly candidates come out of their hiding places! Haliga might be able to have a little fun.
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>>3329
"Que big nose."

"And she cheated on me."

"Such a cheater."

"Probably Argentine."

"O jud-"

<¡Don't pay attention to him, sir Benjamin Netanyahu! ¡She wants to live! ¡Cut, production, cut...! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4I3gJ0uPQE Returning to the usual programming, turn the painting to avoid the gaze of the perverted emperor since it bothers him how he sees her, surely Dark Scepter must feel the same with the look of the very Eä, she follows every movement of her breasts with her bright eyes like a puppy with meat.

"What a hypnotic sight."

"Why can't I stop looking at them?"

"I want to use them as pillows."

"¿Huh?"

"Sisisisisi, whatever you say."

"You're Pechugas Laru and that's it!"

"O Sara Bustani."

"Nononono, already know ¡Boobie Curvas!"

"Jejeje."

"The milk of the bull doesn't compare to my milk."

"¡My milk has more magical properties!"

"With my milk you can create the philosopher's stone."

"How do you look, I mean, the eye?"

"¡Obviously you're aware of the size of your magumbos!"

"It's the first thing everyone sees of you when they meet you"

"Although if I'm being honest, your tits never stop looking at me."

"😁"

"No magic."

"Much better."

"You let me handle it, I want you to keep being perfect like this."

"Little, pale, flat, skinny, bowl haircut, big eyes and spinach hair."

"Never will you be ebony, sculptural, huge, shiny, provocative or succulent like your maga."

"Never!"

<There was no time to get to know each other or introduce themselves, nor to continue negotiating or much less to see the bouncing of the breasts of the dark woman, Eä has to uphold her honor against those four quadrupeds...

"you're just the COW LOLA, I don't buy it."

"Her rules are flat."

"I don't like them!"

"I came to change the business, I came to end their lactose tyranny."

"They just envy because cow milk is losing popularity since it was discovered to be radioactive."

"¡Clowns!"

"I don't fear them."

"¡I'll make them grilled!"

<Furrows her brow at the image of the revolver of those cows, she doesn't fear nor hide, she's so focused on her goal that she forgets fear, it's in this way that she grows and evolves, she doesn't know how but now she's gigantic and feels much stronger, Eä is surprised to see that the bullets don't hurt her much and I also have to say that I'm surprised that people have a fetish for women as tall as buildings, I don't know what the hell they see!!!!

"What?"

"¡That's not true!"

"¡Don't believe them! ¡They're just slandering me! ¡Defamation!"

"I have magical lawyers who will do everything possible to file a lawsuit."

"¡I don't play!"

"..."

"You yourself said, my breasts are small and my nipples nonexistent."

"¿Drop?"

"¡Not even that can I take out!"

"It's easier to squeeze juice from a dry lemon than milk from me ¡¿Want to see them?!"

"¡I'll show you my breasts so you can see they're tiny!"

"¡VEAN MIS PEZONES, VÉANLOS!"

"S-Sorry, let me just take off that silly... C-Collar."

"¡How I hate suits!"

"A-Ay,"

<After getting rid of one of those cows, she starts trying to take off the tie to undress her torso and let the rich girl and the busty maga see that it's all just defamation, she has no shame at all in showing her naked body, as if she had been in a bubble where they hadn't taught her about depravity, nevertheless, she loses balance from the force she uses and ends up falling on top of the cows, activating more random spells to see if any of them help although it seems inevitable to fall on top of the two that remain.

Transmutar: 1d100 = 31

Transmutar cristal: 1d100 = 34

Ataque simple
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>>130674
A few days had passed since your last odyssey, and the best part was your freedom after meeting the great Suppah, plus, without the magical ministry... good news! You could go anywhere you wanted, and this time it was really true.

You took a walk through Céfiro, a place with so many stories to offer and to live, something very interesting for someone with very little knowledge of the outside world. The streets were extensive, there were abnormalities here, abnormalities there. Smells of apple pie, pumpkin, too much variety! There were houses where you could even appreciate the beautiful flowers in their gardens.

Not much time had passed since you left, until now, the only strange thing in your journey were those dark clouds above you. Suddenly, you felt a drop of water on your cheek, then two, and then three, and then four, and then five! Too many drops! A horrible rain! At least near you there was a place to take shelter from a cold, one where a man pulled you inside without much explanation.

(...)

It's a place full of books, too much silence, in fact, since you entered there hasn't been any kind of noise at all, something senseless just by looking at the pile of people at the back, you had to concentrate too much to hear their breathing. However, all of that was broken after several tap taps that the girl made by entering.

Girl | Read Thoughts FAILURE

She stops... and starts running directly to the seated man!

(Girl)!!! YOU!!! I knew! You're behind the-!
pam
(Man) Shhhhhh...
(Girl) I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
(Man) I shouldn't have brought that brat here, now do they think just because I'm kind they can do whatever they want? For the Queen...

Rosy hair, a pink dress, everything pink... except for her obvious yellow cap. Her way of dressing contrasted with the others, if you thought about it, she was strange. She accused, or tried to accuse, the man who had only been sitting after forcing you to enter, it wasn't entirely clear what went through the girl's mind, what is certain is that she not only got hit in the head with a book, but also got uncomfortable glances from the people.

(Girl) Huaa.... I just wanted to help my teacher...

She spoke to herself, or so she thought, her voice was loud enough for you to hear.

(Girl) No no no, come on María José VII, you can be as good as María José II. !!I can do it-!!
(Man) Shhhhh, shhh, shhhhhhh!
(María) ...

(...)

The rain didn't stop, and almost a lifetime had passed for you, although in reality only minutes had passed. The so-called María, in silence, reduced herself to reading a paper with too much concentration, as still as a statue, or rather, almost as one, her eyes moved from left to right repeatedly until now they are fixed on you.

María | Read Thoughts FAILURE | Telepathy SUCCESS
(María) (Oh, you know something behind this case, don't you?)

You heard a voice in your head, similar to the girl's, no, it was that girl!

(María) (What do you think, Punpun?)
(Punpun) ...
(María) (See? Even Punpun knows! The teacher Risa didn't lie about how useful my friend is!) (...) (From now on, you won't escape my eyes!)

She, with her hands and in an exaggerated way, moves the head of the doll she suddenly pulled out, and adjusts her tiny arm to point at you. It's curious how she and Punpun share almost the same design of cap, but that's the least of it, now María is accusing you, although, more than a serious accusation, it seems to be just a girl playing detective.
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>>3327
>>3331
mrd what a pain to roll knowing that Nameless will most likely harass Yuko JAJAJAJJAAJAJ

(((Nameless Man)))

>Excuse me, human sir, you just fell from hundreds of meters in the air.

I've fallen from thousands of meters before...

>just as he's also fallen for the lies of those he once considered friends. Remembering those sad, heartbreaking experiences from years ago takes a toll on Rubio's rough and dry heart. The cowboy pulled out his lighter and lit the cigarette he hadn't been able to light moments earlier due to his surprise. He exhaled a puff of smoke while listening to the insolent question from that monkey.

>Not trying to be nosy, but don't you have a broken rib?

>Seeing Yuko's outfit was enough for Rubio to fix his attention on her. Exhibitionist women were something he loved. That's why he'd worked so hard to emotionally and psychologically manipulate Rose into becoming an aristoslut exhibitionist too. He ignored the monkey's question and approached Yuko.

>So, a black exploiter... not something you see every day.

You misunderstood, lady with few wits.

>He replied calmly, stepped up to Yuko and gave her a slap on the ass. What joy to have two ladies at his disposal, even if he still preferred Rose due to seniority and because he enjoyed the strange dynamic they had. He grabbed Yuko and Rose by the waist, placing one on each side of him, and brought them closer to those simians.

>There was a very important reason for this... his filthy thief's, mercenary's, and killer's sense of smell told him these disgusting ugly monkeys might bring him great wealth—wealth he could bet at the casino and spend on adulterated drinks like panther claw broth or fermented tungsten screws.

>It means we're now heading to the Lemon lunch prepared at Limonela's meeting place, the banana-lemon house Panama.

Then we must follow them. Come with me, my darlings... my name is Arthur Morgan, Miss Yuko... by the way, is that all you can show off? Can you show Rose your exhibitionist powers?

>He used the walk to get to know the exhibitionist better
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Earendyl
HEX -200 (50)
Hexcast | -100 Vex and -200 Hex (50)
Physical | TRANSMUTE x1 | DC: 3096 | SUCCESS (Overcast)
Physical | TRANSMUTE CRYSTAL x1 | DC: 648 | FAILURE (No Hex: needs 550, available 50)
Spell Learned | TRANSMUTE METAL
Spell Learned | TRANSMUTE STONE
Red HP -4 (36/54)
HEX: 50 | VEX: 100

>>3334
>At your declaration, Honei Eiai, whose family controls the entire artificial intelligence industry, covers her eyes with her fingers. Dark Scepter, on the other side, watches expectantly your demonstration, though not necessarily because she wants to see your bare chest. That difference in breasts gave her an idea, and she begins weaving the foundation of a spell into a magic circle: "Breast-changing spell."
(Fish Pez) Ahem, not to be nosy, but what do you think about fish milk? This dairy product gave me an innovative idea—probably a hit in Wanwanwan, just like our non-sentient meat.
(Molly) You, shut up! This is between mammals and...!! Aaaah!!
>The fish from earlier offers his comment. Distracted by this, the cows barely dodge you, and you end up falling onto one of them. The black cow ends up flattened, just like in that episode of the favorite show Suppah, the eighth lad. You activate a power, but don't know how to control it, and end up transforming the ground into a grassland, which the other two cows start eating.
(Paquita) Oh, how delicious! This grass is top quality. Just like the grass we used to eat back in our homeland, Lolilandia. There, the growth industry depended entirely on our milk.
(Lilly) Don't eat that, no!! Oh no, we've lost Molly—she'll need intense rehabilitation before she rejoins our crew. What do I do, what do I do...!
>The lead cow keeps shooting at you, while Paquita, the yellow one, turns out to be far more harmless than you thought. Apparently, there's an entire bovine lineage settled in an area where abnormal girls are abundant, which is why they gained so much influence. Suddenly, the leader gets inspired, charges at César, and pins him to the ground.
(Lilly) If you stop right now, promise never to sell milk again, vow to live houseless and die flat, then I won't kill your monkey friend.
(Ashwaghabda) Bum bum? Rockettooo
>César starts biting her leg, doing a manicure on her thick nail, but can't break free. Lilly has him in her sights, and worst of all, someone's starting to steal your milk bottles—you can see her, an albino woman with medium-sized breasts.

Cow Cowgirls | Red HP 11/15 | Blue HP 9 | Basic Attack: 2 to 6 red (Ranged)
Cow Cowgirls | Red HP 9/15 | Blue HP 9
César Ashwaghanda | Red HP 6/8 | Blue HP 6 | Basic Attack: 5 red
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La Reina
>>130669
>You are very far from your home, or so the signs say, all of them written with "very, very, very far". The forest you are walking through is called Andy Handersen's Forest, you don't know the story but it seems to be a magical forest with all the letters. All kinds of creatures live here, from centipedes with 200 little shoes, to cats that vanish, and kings of the card sticks.
(Grok) Well, finally found it! Listen, Yu. With this map here, we can find a safe route to continue our journey. Not very far should be a quick donkey route, anti-collision (...) Can you read it-?
>Grok Malasías is a human you met in this forest, also lost, seems to be a born mage before a warrior, his main characteristic is that he is blind. This one finds a map on the ground. At first it seemed like a map, but when you look closer it's actually a guide for the Supergay Bros of the Noentiendo console.
(Child/Dwarf) Oh my god, help me! Oh oh! My little legs can't handle a pursuit of this caliber. No!!
>Before telling Grok that the guide book you were given isn't a map, a child runs through the path. He was dressed like a little child, but in reality he was a dwarf, since he had the face of a black man. He is being chased by an ogre who makes plants die just by being near him.
(Ogre) Stop there! Do you think you'll help that creature? My name is Eshrek, and I'm a very kind ogre. But all kindness has a limit, and that ugly child will have to pay. Get away from him! Or you'll see....-
>The ogre stops, seeing that the dwarf hid behind you two, he grabs his big belly and introduces himself. He doesn't take long to form a fist in his hand due to anger and threatens both of you. The child or dwarf, says his name while looking at you with a somewhat fake expression. Grok can't notice it.
(Child/Dwarf) I am Pipino, I'm just a small innocent who lifted the skirts of the girls. I have nothing to do with that green guy! Help, please!
(Grok) He sounds very scared, he must have a pitiful and sad expression... I think so.

Yu Kane
Obj Obt. Supergay Bros. Guide x1 | Reading Counter 1. While the object is in the inventory it grants 200 Hex for every headbutt on an enemy.

Shrec | Red Life: 12/12 | Blue Life: 4 | Next: Song, Simple Attack
Grok | Red Life: 10/10 | Blue Life: 10 | Next: Hawk
Pipino | Red Life: 6/6 | Next: Does nothing
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Obj Obt. Yuko's swimsuit x1 | Equipped: If the character gets wet in the presence of an enemy, gains 300 hex, unique per mission. If a character steals this item from Yuko, gains 500 Hex.
HEX -250 (5000)
Hexcast | -1900 Vex
Physical | TRANSMUTAR TELA x1 | NC: 1089 | SUCCESS
Spiritual | ALTA COSTURA x1 | NC: 4410 | SUCCESS
Energetic | ASPECTO ELEMENTAL x1 | NC: 2688 | SUCCESS
Physical | BIOGENIA x1 | NC: 99 | FAILURE

No Name
Obj Obt. Simian natural drink x2 | Removes 2 blue hearts per turn and eventually increases Physical affinity by 10. Temporary
Obj Prd. Cigarette x3

>>3331
>>3336
(Rose) What brings us here? We came to save the situation. We always do that. This lemon kingdom is in the hands of a tyrant, right? Then its king or governor won't survive more than 10 bullets, or one of my stabs. Have I told you how good I am at stabbing?
>The explanation Yuko gives makes both of them look like quite spontaneous adventurers. The lemon guides them while doing her martial arts, sometimes stopping to hit the air. Rose pulls out her huge knife to show it to Yuko. But in doing so, she notices that No Name has already made her move with the dark mage display.
(Rose) My special partner... I think I've already told Yuko how good I am at stabbing other girls. It's not difficult for me, so it's better if you keep your hands away from her, isn't it?
(Dr. Jamaica) Hahaha Mojojo! You humans are so clumsy. Wild beasts that think the others of their species are their possession. We simians are much more evolved. Thanks to our simian pairing program, no simian has any romantic problems.
>The simian laughs loudly at the situation they're in. Rose tightly hugs No Name's arm, showing several jealousies around Yuko. But Yuko isn't to blame for having the natural need to wear revealing outfits. Rose's knife continues to dance in her hands.
(...)
>The interior of the banana-lime house was a historic structure with a lot of banana history that the banana kingdom donated to the lime kingdom, shaped like a banana, and floors that unfold like a base along the curved axis of the banana. It's on one of the first floors where everything has been prepared for a buffet.
(Option) Honored Doctor Jamaica! It's a pleasure to see you again. What kind of guests have you brought us this time? Here I only see a notorious simian, a nude assassin, and a cowboy full of dirt.
(Dr. Jamaica) Let me answer with ease, Ministerial Delegate in Charge, Option.
(Option) I don't like it, I don't like it at all. But I'm willing to excuse it under some cute heart apologies.
>You can see the first guests, a group of small demons and demonesses with feathers, then many knights in heavy armor, and finally, recognized magicians and powerful figures from the ministry. It's a member of this last human group who approached you to complain to the scientific simian about the quality and quantity of his guests, that is, you.
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>>3338
>My meta was to be the best swordsman, of course to achieve that I trained every day in my village. Only that after an unfortunate accident I found myself lost in an immense world that I didn't know...
....

>Now I found myself in a dilemma, a dilemma much worse than being disappointed by the gaybros. And it was between a ugly kid and a ogre, somehow I ended up getting involved in the middle of it.
>This reminded me of my father's stories, where he said he had thousands of adventures like these. In a way, this excited me.

— Don't worry my blind companion. I know what to do

>First I directed my gaze towards the child... or the goblin... or the illegal combination of both.

— You say you're innocent... but the first thing you mentioned was lifting skirts.

>Then I looked at the green ogre. The vegetation dying around him doesn't help much with his image of the kind ogre.

— ...And you say you're kind while threatening strangers as soon as you arrive.

>I sighed softly, bringing a hand to my head.

— I don't exactly understand what's going on here... but I feel both of them are hiding something.
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Postrimeria (Montenegro)
Spiritual | THE MAGICIAN x1 | NC: 260 | Countered | FAIL
Dark | CALL OP x1 | NC: 7280 | Countered | FAIL
Obj. Eq. | Slaveman's Bar | Removes 3 red hearts. 9 red hearts if the target is a monster or abnormal.
Obj. Obt. Lunar Patch x1 | When attached to an object, allows it to be hidden and transported instantly.

>>3332
(Joaquín) Applause-- Applause---
(Leech) HOOORRRORRR! How dare you say that to me? Lemon Leech, who ensured your most pleasant stay! Have you already forgotten how we donated lemons so you could experiment with their skin! Ah, I faint, I'm going to faint....
>Before attacking or starting a battle, the fat Lemon Leech had low mental defenses and ended up collapsing, unconscious and with his lemon heart injured. It seems he had made a pact with Blanca before you transformed into her—he had some very peculiar allies. Joaquín applauded your trick, but from your hat came nothing more than a small lunar patch.
(Joaquín) My sensors indicate--- That a strong magical pulse has occurred not far from here--- Could it be my dwarf travelers' party---?
(Massacre) A-ah, no! Poor lemon, we scared him too much... If he reports us to Queen Lemon, we'll be in trouble. He is the right hand, after all. What should we do, Miss Darkness? No, I don't have time to waste!
>You feel a strange idea about respecting the girl who once killed you, but you're rebellious against the Lemon Kingdom, so it's not that powerful. In any case, it seems Joaquín's party will be delayed. Massacre becomes alert and, despite her bloody name, she turns out overly kind and understanding, approaching the lemon who's being carried away on a stretcher because you squeezed his little lemon heart.
(Leech) It's no use... Bring out the MASSIVE WEAPONS OF LIMONN! I can't take any more betrayals... Declare war on the human kingdom, WARRRRRR!
(Massacre) Mr. Leech, don't you think that's going too far? You can't! Because... the normal kingdom also has yellow benefits. Many things are yellow! Like the people from Wanwanwan—they look like pale lemons. Don't take drastic measures!
(Leech) Fine, alright.
>While the lemon sticks out his tongue as if dead, Massacre pleads over and over, offering arguments—somewhat controversial. Despite everything, Leech agrees with such ease that it's frightening. The fat lemon gets up, rubs his belly, and says to them before running off:
(Leech) I accept your duel. I'll bring my fiercest beast, and if you defeat it, all my lands, my little lemons, and my hidden candidates will be yours. I have full confidence in my yellow color, because yellow is the opposite of black, or violet... LEECH!
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Linda
Hexcast | -4950 Vex and -1100 Hex (950)
Psychic | EXPAND x1 | Infallible | SUCCESS
Psychic | ABSURDITY x1 | Infallible | SUCCESS
Psychic | REGIONAL PSYCHIC DOMINATION x1 | Infallible | SUCCESS

>>3333
(Banana Brothers) Linda is the purest! That's it, let's include her in our show! She'll be banana 2, the secret Banana Queen. It's common sense that the big shots show up in kids' shows to look friendly with the children.
>You had barely started expanding your influence across the kingdom when the brothers were already considering you to participate in their show. All the lemons started hanging your AI-edited image in their homes along with your Howl flag. The brothers, though loyal, kept dancing and playing while avoiding their duty of searching for the candidates. You can see Haliga being treated with respect by the fruits and lemons, maybe too much.
(Haliga) Um, h-hey. You're Governor Leech's guard, right? I'm Linda's classmate, the Lemon Queen, so tell me right now! Where are those girls in white, white for pure, white body and white heart? P-please.
(Lemon Guard) If she's Linda's classmate! PLEASE! Let us show you our lemon guard acrobatic technique. You can leave a comment on how to improve after watching. This one's called, Lemonade lemon that touches your lemons.
(Haliga) Thanks, but something like that isn't necessary- I just want to know...
(Lemon Guard) This one's called: The lemon master's squeeze that peels your banana. Lemon-banana collab.
(Haliga) Thanks, b-but. I'm looking for the owner of this! Or the owners, they use this, they're rare magical artifacts... They lost them and I have to put them back on.
>The same problem as when you took over the castle, now everyone is extremely loyal to you, but they've gotten a bit dumb. Haliga has to make the guard stop trying to impress her. To do it she pulls out the punishment artifacts you gave her and shows them. Both she and her aunt have the family's failed gene. You still had a lot to teach her, for better or worse, but she's making progress.
(Unnie) Mistress, owner, lady and queen Linda, over there, look!
Manzanin | Eye of Truth
(Manzanin) Hello. I'm Manzanin, the ruler of this kingdom. Let's talk lemon king to blonde queen, how many queen candidates do you have in your possession? I have Monica, Erica. Rita, but I got a duplicate. Do you also love collections? You know, I have a candy collection that-
(Pure Woman) Lord lemon king. Now's not the time to talk about that, the fate of your Lemon kingdom is in danger, isn't it?
>An apple with a face came to greet you, walking over, probably because they no longer recognized that he was someone who should be carried on lemon shoulders. He immediately becomes immune to your control, looks like he was the king, and brought a candidate, he mentions some others.
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Shrec | Red HP: 12/12 | Blue HP: 4
Grok | Red HP: 8/10 | Blue HP: 10
Pipino | Red HP: 6/6 | Next: Steal Clothes

>>3340
>Two figures stand between you, one very large and one very small, one very green and one very black. You can only feel Pipino's tiny but sturdy hand gripping your leg, making a whiny baby face. The ogre scratches his head as you speak, stepping back as if saying "It's true..." Grok doesn't want to fall behind, so he summons his pet hawk Claw to visually relay what's happening.
(Pipino) Well then, I'll tell my version of the story so we can all be more convinced that here, I'm the victim. I was just an innocent little boy who knew nothing about life or women, until I got wrapped up in an adventure through some secret facility. There, I met a couple of colorful beauties I couldn't ignore. And I thought, if this black woman like me can capture creatures and exploit them, why can't I found my own NGO defending women's rights and letting them wear clothes donated by our taxpayers?
(Eshrec) He put miniskirts on all of them!
>The dwarf tells his story, slightly altered. Seems he was the founder of some kind of organization that operated just outside the law. The ogre's outburst helps you make sense of things. But the ogre also gets angry too fast and lunges at the kid, who hides behind your blind companion.
(Eshrec) I'm gonna strangle you—non-lethally, you perverted dwarf child! Creatures like you ruin the purity of Andy Handersen's forest!
(Grok) S-sir—Ogre—I'm the blind one, not you—Haaahggg...—I'm fading...
(Eshrec) Oh, sorry.
>Eshrec stops choking Grok, who then has to calm his hawk so it doesn't attack. With violence paused, ogre Shrec hurries to give his version—one that, while sounding more fictional than the last, comes straight from his ogre heart and onion-scented breath that kills plants.
(Eshrec) I'm a good Samaritan, helping every person who passes through here. A few days ago, I helped young Pipino because he got lost in the woods. But this morning, someone very important contacted me to be their guide through this forest. And ever since that pure young lady has been living as a guest in my swamp, this little runt hasn't stopped tormenting her with cruel, heavy pranks.
>The dwarf Pipino grumbles, as if searching for the slightest excuse to discredit his testimony. Nevertheless, Eshrec continues. And in the distance, just beyond the trees, you can see part of the sky being covered in smoke, as if someone lit a chimney—or started a fire. The ogre points directly at that spot.
(Eshrec) What I'm saying is true, and if you don't believe me, then I invite you to my home so you can see for yourselves the conditions this Pipino lives in.
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>>3343
>I adjust my sword, taking a deep breath as I watch the chaos between the ogre and the dwarf.
>I try to keep my composure, although all of this is quite exhausting. This is getting too complicated. The versions are clashing with each other and the violence doesn't help at all.
>I first look at the ogre and then at Pipino, keeping a prudent distance

—Sir Eshrec… if you're really inviting us to your home to clarify things, I accept. Seeing the evidence with my own eyes would be best at this moment. Pipino, you should come too. That way we can hear both versions without any more… incidents

>I glance towards the smoke rising between the trees and squint my eyes with concern

– Plus, that smoke doesn't give me a good feeling. If there's someone else there, it's better we check it out as soon as possible

>I turn slightly towards them, speaking calmly but firmly. Just like my father would, or so I think

—Come on, but please… let's keep calm. I don't want anyone to end up, well, unpleasantly

>I wait for Eshrec to guide us, ready to follow while keeping my guard up and analyzing every detail around me.
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>>3337
"¡¿Fish milk?!"

"¿What's next?"

"¡¿Roach milk?!"

"Pff."

<Shakes his head as if he had heard the stupidest thing in the whole world, agreeing with the cow that this is a mammal fight ¿Although she is a mammal? Who knows! The point is that he ends up making a tortilla to one of the cows almost by accident, he was about to apologize but notices that now there is grass out of nowhere, he supposes it's her spells so he smiles Machiavellianly and pulls out a story from ass.

"MUAJAJAJAAJAJAJAJA"

"Almost fell into my trap, fat cow."

"¡It's poisoned grass!"

"Bad weed."

"But I see that the leader of your band of crap is quite perceptive."

"I'll go get you first, boss"

"¡NEVER COME BACK TO YOUR BAND!"

"I'll eat it."

"¡Mmm!"

<Tries to take the bullets from her revolvers with her hands to throw them back with all the force she can offer, obviously focusing on the most dangerous one although she, Lily, steps forward taking the primate as a hostage.

"What?"

"No..."

"No."

"Ce..."

"...Sar."

"Cesar..."

"Eh... Eh..."

"..."

"¡CEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"

"¡BUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsJeQWZqCpU

"¡Release him, release him, releaseloooooooo!"

"¡That's not fair!"

"Don't worry. Mr. Chimpanzee, I'm going to save you."

"I'm going to rescue him and continue selling milk, that's what I promise you."

"¡And you don't need that milk! It's obvious that your tits are small or at least average."

"Sure you're a C cup."

"¡I'm an expert in tits!"

"I'm going to take care of you later, thief, first I'll save my simian companion."

"¡Tremble, perverse!"

<Points towards the albino's mysterious tits with his finger to then point towards the leader cow's revolver and this time he uses a spell with a purpose, modifying the cow's weapon so that its barrel is bent into a bowtie like in the cartoons he used to watch with his mother ¡The Hooney Lups! The joke is to bend the barrel so that the cow shoots herself, while running to get the monkey.

Transmute metal: 1d100 = 60
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>>3339
Turno super ultra corto porque regrese cansadisimo del gym JAJJASJASJSJA

(((Hombre sin Nombre)))

>No es difícil para mí, así que es mejor si mantienes tus manos lejos de ella, ¿no es cierto?.

>Otra vez esta mujer teniendo ideas que no debería, le pegó una nalgada coqueta

Solo tu mueves mi corazon Rose, solo manipulo a la exhibicionista para que haga lo que yo quiera

>Le susurró dulcemente al oído a su bella aristocrata, nada que un poco de labia de viejo lobo de mar no pueda solucionar y si se pone peor pues nada impide que siga las violentas y misoginas tradiciones de su pueblo

>Gracias a nuestro programa de parejas simias, no hay simio que tenga problema amorosos.

No gracias, paso, no me gustaría meterme a esa lotería y que mi pareja sea una monita mojigata...

>"Aunque podría conseguir una monita promiscua y con mejores atributos que Rose" pensó inmediatamente después de decir esas palabras, sacó un cigarro de su poncho y lo encendió sin la ocasional fanfarria que acostumbraba a hacer en pasadas ocasiones, le pegó una calada al cigarro mientras hondeaba en sus pensamientos... ¿seria capaz de reemplazar a Rose por una mona mojigata? volteó a ver a Rose a los ojos, entrecerró los suyos como si viera directo en su alma

Si, creo que si

>Ah, justo cuando parecía que iba a mostrar mas empatía por su compañera...

>Caminó con Rose y Yuko en sus brazos, no importa a donde fueran sus ojos, Rubio solo podía pensar en que podría robarse lo que viera, le pegó otra calada a su cigarro

oye, exhibicionista

>Le pegó una nalgada a Yuko

Probablemente voy a "pedir prestado" algo de aqui, si algo llega a pasar quiero que me ayudes... oye chango, prestame tu suelo

>ahi encima de una cara alfombra dejó caer ceniza de su cigarro, dibujo una revolver con el dedo manchado en ceniza y un logo png de un ladron abajo en la derecha, se levantó y tiró la coletilla de cigarro al suelo

que lo limpie la servidumbre

>Aquí solo veo un simio infame, una asesina desnudista, y un vaquero lleno de tierra.

>No me gusta, no me gusta, para nada. Pero estoy dispuesto a disculparlo bajo unas disculpas monas de corazón.

Espere un momento...

>Antes de que el hombre se fuera sacó un poco de tabaco seco y un papelito, vertió la droga en el papel y lamió los bordes, con una habilidad que adquirió despues de decadas de práctica enrolló el papel con astucia, lo que hacia no era un cigarro comun y corriente, era arte

>De la yema de su dedo salió una pequeña flama con la que encendió el cigarro artesanal con tabaco de la mas pura calidad fabricada a partir de manos de niños esclavizados en alguna región quintomundista, caló el sabor con un par de jaladas y eventualmente lo probó... para posteriormente escupir el humo en la cara de Option

Listo, se puede largar
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>>3339
>>3346
hice lo que pude

ah...

>este vaquero me está manoseando de forma que nadie lo había hecho desde el Hapón
>ni siquiera Linda-sama me ha tocado así todavía
>creo que su compañera se puso celosa
>no se que le susurró, pero eso tal vez la mantenga bajo control
>también parece que quiere enseñarme algo por el método de dibujo
>será mejor que lo intente...

...

>después de eso. tal vez tenga que seducirlo
>creo que le puedo sacar provecho
>así que presiono mis pechos contra su cuerpo y le susurro lenta y sensualmente

(¿no has oído de como las wanwanwanesas somos en la cama?)

>dibujo circulos sobre su pecho y me aferro a el mientras el sigue manoseandome

ah...kyaaa...kimochi~

>si tuviera más energía podría mantenrr a Rose bajo control
>pero mientras no la tenga, debo ahorrarla
>me conformaré con curarme por ahora
>me como un pay de calabaza coquetamente
>no me sorprendería que el vaquero quiera aprovecharse de mi...calentura
>¿pero quien se aprovechará de quien?
>todavía lo siento manoseandome

aaah...motto...motto...aaaah...

>cuando Rose esté distraída, le robaré un beso de lengua a este...guapo vaqjero cuyo nombre probablemente ni sea real
>se por como me toca que algo debe de estar tramando
>lo sé porque el como un hombre manosea a una mujer dice mucho de sus intenciones
>debo estar un paso adelante
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>>3344
>Eshrec se toma el cinturón y camina moviendo su gran cuerpo, Pipino por su lado tiene que dar muchos pasitos para poder igualarlos a todos, porque es enano. Puedes ver como el Halcón amigo de Grok vigila al pequeño para que no cometa más travesuras, evitando que les quite la ropa con su magia particular y enana. Sin más, el Enano toma de su biberón, se acerca a ti, e intenta hacer las pases mientras te brinda su tarjeta.
(Pipino) Oye, chico, creo que empezamos con el pie izquierdo. En realidad no soy tan malo, hombre. Simplemente soy alguien que aprovecha las oportunidades. Tu también deberías aprovechar la mía. Toma mi tarjeta. Si me traes chicas lindas, para que trabajen de forma honesta, puede que te ganes alguna que otra comisión.
(...)
(Eshrec) Bienvenidos a mi dulce hogar. Por aquí está la ruta de mi tour Eshrec, y allí, el baño de la victoria. Los lodazares están reservados solo para ogros. Y allí está mi plantación de cebollas. Hogar dulce hogar.
>El hogar de Esrech era un pantano, con unas raices de arbol gigante que hacían su casa. Este comenzó a mostrar sus lujos, que eran varios. Para Eshrec el más interesado era Grok a quien le mostró con lujo de detalles. Pero dejando de lado a tu compañero ciego, podías ver el humo provenir desde el interior y salir por el agujero de raíz de la casa.
(Pipino) Adiós hogar, ya es el nido de un dragón ahora, o un ser de lava, o algo peor. Nos veremos en otra próxima aventura, muchachos- Gagh-
>Antes de que Pipino escapara, Eshrec lo tomó de su traje y lo sujetó consigo para adentrarse en su hogar. Fuiste el primero en investigar el interior, dado que estabas armado. Eshrec usaba a Pipino de escudo, mientras que Grok permanecía fuera atento de la situación. Cuando la puerta cayó, una humareda reveló un incendio en la cocina de Eshrec.
(Chica de blanco) Um. ¿Viniste a matarme, espadachín? Es cierto, me equivoqué culinariamente. Pero, tal vez puedes darme la oportunidad de ser ejecutada mañana y no hoy. ¿Por favor?
>Parecía haber estado quieta por varios minutos, esperando a que el fuego se apague por si solo. Era una chica de cabello blanco y de piel también muy blanca, al verte, con un arma, se adelantó y te pidió una prorroga. No reaccionaba al fuego, aún cuando este se acercaba a ella. Parecía ser la invitada ingenua de la que Eshrec estuvo hablando.
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>>3345
(Paquita) ¿¡Q-que este pasto es malo y envenenado?! ¡No tengo nada que temer! Soy la vaca mas ruda del Doble Este. ¿Sabes a quien le saqué leche yo? Al mismisimo Coleccionista. JA, supera eso. Afortunadamente lo comí con solo uno de mis cuatro estómagos. Estaré bien.
(Ashwagandha) ¡Aswagandha!
>La vaca se comporta con valentía, asegurándose de que tus engaños no sirvan de nada, ella lo contrarresta con sus propios logros. Ello hasta que el simio saltando de lado a otro le dice. No entiendes muy bien que es lo que le dijo, pero de pronto la vaca comenzó a retorcerse con un dolor como si se hubiera comido verdaderas toxinas. El poder del efecto placebo.
(Lilly) ¿Crees que esto me va a detener? Aún sin mis armas, yo soy un arma. Aprende de Lily, la vaca más despiadada del viejo oeste. Solo tengo que aplicar mi magia de leche en este simio para que quede todo albino y feo, como copito de nieve, que murió en cautiverio.
(Ashwagandha) ¡Rocketoo!
>El arma de Lily se convierte en chatarra y cae al suelo, pero la vaca no deja de ser agresiva, aún con las balas que le lanzas, ella resiste. Poco a poco pierdes tu tamaño y de esa forma, no puedes alcanzar a Ahswaghanda. Ella está a punto de lanzarle tal cantidad de leche capaz de cambiarlo de raza para siempre, y quizá de sexo. Pero el mono reacciona.
(Ashwagandha) ¡Ashaaa! Artemimi Polo el voyagu buuum dico. ¡Genietico!
>Como poseido por el espiritu de las artes marciales, el simio da un giro en el suelo y un par de patadas a la vaca. Este revuelve sus brazos como haciendo un haka y golpea a la vaca con la mano extendida haciendo efectos especiales y sonidos clásicos. Ante tal dominio marcial, la vaca cae derrotada mientras Ashwagandha salta y destapa leche echándola por todos lados. La albina se acercó, con sus cajas de leche.
(Albina de parche) ¡Que bueno, que finalmente las derrotaron! Esas vacas me tenían atrapada, obligándome a recolectar leche en su lugar... Pero ahora que las derrotaron puedo beber toda la que quiera, ¿verdad? (...) ¡Oh! Y no soy copa C ni copa B ni A, ¡soy copa K! Incluso más grande, está en mi genética.
(Ashwagandha) Abugu will col nasa supase ¿nil nil?
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>>3346
>>3347
>Ingresan en la banana dorada para la discusión sobre el futuro del reino Limón, el aire estaba cargado de tensión, especialmente por tantas razas asistentes y las fricciones entre ellos. La tensión sin embargo, entre ustedes es mucho más personal. Con Rose llevando Sin Nombre a su lado tan suave y grueso. Es una batalla de exhibicionismo contra voluptuosidad.
(Dr. Jamaica) Los simios no tenemos buenas relaciones con el reino banana, porque, en el pasado, solíamos comernos a los hombres banana que se nos cruzaban. No nos eran especialmente beneficiosos nutricionalmente, simplemente era un deporte. Que buenos tiempos.
(Fenogreco) Doctor, de nuevo está divagando en un mal momento.
>El simio se lleva la atención en lugar de ustedes, luego de un comentario tan descolocado. El Dr. Jamaica era conocido por ser extremadamente excéntrico, e inteligente. En cualquier caso, cuando Rose ya estaba por llevarse el corazón de Sin Nombre deslizando su mano por el interior de su delicado vestido, Yuko utiliza un dibujo que hace que este se desprenda de su poncho y muestre su cuerpo vaqueril moldeado por el calor y la pólvora.
(Option) Cugh, ough. Anormales, no anormales, y humanos no normales y sus costumbres, babosas y salivales. Será mejor que me vaya de aquí. Y yo que solo buscaba hacer algunos amigos con los cuales compartir mis secretos sobre la magia de otros mundos.
>El sujeto se retira dignamente, mientras su grupo de magos lo sigue. Fenogreco es el encargado de guiarlos a todos a sus mesas, donde están por servir el almuerzo, y hacer cosas elegantes. Frente a Yuko y Sin Nombre se les coloca 37 tenedores, cucharas y cuchillos que demostraran su nivel de clase. Por su puesto Rose sabe como comer adecuadamente la banana que no es banana servida en una maceta gourmet, podrían guiarse de ella.
(Sefina Ina) Invitados ados, yo soy Sefina Ina. Y hoy, por la grandeza del reino banana, cantaré mi nuevo éxito. "Días de Potasio y B2" No olviden responder la encuesta que se les ha dejado en cada mesa.
>La mujer de atributos exagerados aparece con movimientos sensuales, llevando un micrófono largo con el cual acompañar la cena. Los simios comen sin cuidado ni modales. En la encuesta que dejaron en sus mesas hay varias preguntas, una de ellas dice así: ¿Qué sistema de gobierno debería seguir la banana-limonía? A) Democrático B) Dictadura bananera C) La ley del más fuete D) Reinado Manzanil por Linea de Sangre. Y se dibuja mágicamente una E) que dice "Lindacracia"
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>>3349
"¡CESAR, VAS A QUEDAR COMO MICHAEÑ JACKSON!"

"¡TE TENDRAN QUE OPERAR TU NARIZ! ¡AHHHHHH!"

"¡NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

<Ya con una altura promedio y luego de darle dolores estomacales a una vaca y arruinarle su revolver a otra, lo único que puede hacer la chica luminosa es correr hacia el mono con la mano extendida esperando que sus largas extremidades pueda detener la magia lactosa, pero vaya sorpresa se lleva Eä al ver el despliegue de habilidades kunfuisticas que demuestra Ahswaghanda al dejar KO a la malévola vaca con una patada certera en su hocico.

"Wow, señor mico macaco, no sabia que era primo de Changoleon Lee."

"¡¿Me enseña a hacer eso?!"

"Es cool."

"Muy cool."

"¡Deja de tomar la leche! ¡Tenemos que venderla!"

"¿O ese sera el secreto de tus poderes de karate?"

"¿Huh? ¡La pechis medianos!"

"Ya veo, ellas te echaron su hechizo lechoso y por eso estas mas blanca que yo ¿No? ¿Tambien te robaron tus tetas? Pobrecita."

"Se lo que se siente..."

"Sniff."

"¡Como sea! De nada por rescatarte del yugo de sus pezuñas, puedes tomar toda la leche que quieras ¡Pero! Con un costo, amiga de tetas medianas, necesito que me pagues por la leche que te tomes."

"Adios esclavitud vacuna ¡Hola esclavitud capitalista!"

"Je."

"¿Queeeeeeeeeeee? ¡¿K?! ¡¿K de kilos mortales?! Literalmente inventaste un nuevo tipo de copa, pechugas laru, aunque mucho alardeas de tu genética, yo tengo que comprobar si dices la verdad, ven."

"De reversa mami~"

<Así como ella lo dice, camina de reversa casi que haciendo el moon walk hasta llegar a los pechos de la maga y así de espaldas, empieza a hundir su cabeza entre esas dos montañotas de carne, se hunde todo lo que puede.

"En efecto."

"Estas pechugona."

"Debería ser detective de pechugas, soy buena."

"No te muevas."

"O bueno si pero hacia los lados."

<Esta tan absorta con los magumbos negros de aquella maga que se le olvida seguir con su venta, pone una carilla de gustillo, se ve sumamente cómoda como si no quisiera irse de ahi así que les arroja una nueva propuesta.

"Te doy toda la leche por ella."
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>>3335
Rayos, no lo habia visto, lo siento
"¡WOAAAAAAAAA! ¡TODO ES TAN GENIAL AQUI AFUERA!"

"¡HAY UNA BANANA QUE CAMINA!"

"¡UN PERRO QUE CAMINA!"

"¡UN PEJELAGARTO QUE CAMINA!"

"¡MANZANAS!"

"¡CALABAZAS!"

"¡FLORES!"

"¡UN BOTE DE BASURA! ¡NUNCA HABIA VISTO UNO!"

"¡UNA MANCHA DE MOHO! ¡MOHO!"

"¡ESE GATITO HIZO POPO! ¡JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA!"

<Pues si, se sorprende con cualquier cosita haciendo que su caminata de 10 minutos se vuelva en una hora por pararse a cada ratito a ver lo nuevo que nunca habia visto, muy seguramente todos la vean con ojos de rareza.

"¡¿QUE ES ESTA AGUA QUE CAE DEL SUELO?!"

"¡AH! ¡SON LOS ANGELES HACIENDO PIPI!"

"¡MAMÁ ME CONTO DE ESTO!"

"¡QUE ASCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

<Corre para refugiarse de esa supuesta orina angelical mientras se cubre la cabeza con las manos pero de la nada es llevada a una biblioteca, ella se soba el brazo por que el jaloneo no fue muy lindo que digamos y observa el lugar, desacomoda un par de libros para hojearlos un poco por simple y mera curiosidad, dejándolos en el suelo sin mas, al menos hasta que de reojo ve a una niñita y al señor que la trajo aqui, es así que va a encararlos...

"¡Hey! Eso fue muy rudo, señor raro."

"¿Me van a ofrecer dulces gratis?"

"Por que aceptaría."

"¿Eh?"

"¿Yo?"

"¡¿La reina?! ¡¿Esta aqui la reina?! ¡Quiero ver a la reina!"

"¡Rosita fresita! ¡Hombre sin ritmo! ¡Necesito que me lleven a la reina ahora mismo!"

"¡Se los ordenó!"

<Apunta a ambos con su mismo dedito esperando que le hagan caso pero seguro morirá ignorada, sea como sea, analiza a la niña de pies a cabeza y en eso le dan un golpe en la cabeza con un libro para que se calme, Eä ve a la niña con la ceja arqueada y luego mira al hombre en el momento que esta pequeña empieza a hablar consigo misma y Eä le hace el ademan de que esta loquita al hombro, no obstante, escucha voces en su cabeza y-

"¡AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ¡TENGO UN ALIEN EN LA CABEZA! ¡PUSO HUEVECILLOS EN MI CEREBRO!"

"¡AYUDA, AYUDA!"

"¡ME CONVIERTO EN MARCIANO Y NO SE COMO ME LLAMO!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH."

"Espera."

"No suena a la voz de un alien."

"A ver déjame intento algo..."

"(Alo? Alo? Houston? Se escuchan mis pensamientos? ¡¿Eres tu, niñita?!)"

"..."

"(Ehhhh no sabia que existía un hechizo así, increíble ¿Puedo aprenderlo?)"

"(Mucho gusto, Punpun y rosita fresita, mi nombre es Eärendyl ¡Con diéresis! ¿Y ustedes?)"

"(No se de que estas hablando, pequeñuela, yo apenas llegue y estaba dando un paseo viendo como un gatito sacaba su desayuno por el trasero.)"

"(¿De que me perdí? ¿Que buscas? ¡Puedo ayudar! Digo, si ustedes me ayudan a verme con la reina.)"

"(¡¿La reina tiene los pechos grandes?! De casualidad... Je.)"

<Al final capta que esta escuchando los pensamientos de la niña y viceversa, se acerca tanto a la niña como al peluche raro con cierta emiction de que la involucren en lo que están haciendo, no lo entiende, pero quiere unirse.
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>>3348
>Camino junto a los demas observando todo con atención mientras nos acercamos al pantano. Ver al enorme ogro moviéndose con ese cinturón y al pequeño Pipino dando pasitos cortos casi me hace sentir un poco de lástima, solo un poco.
>Cuando Pipino se acerca con su biberón y me extiende la tarjeta, frunzo ligeramente el ceño y lo miro con desconfianza.

— (¿Comisiones por traer chicas? Esto confirma que no es de fiar, suena exactamente como un proxeneta disfrazado de empresario)

>Continúo caminando tomando la tarjeta por si acaso y centrándome en el entorno. Al escuchar a Eshrec dar su tour tan orgulloso, miro alrededor: el pantano, las raíces gigantes, la plantación de cebollas…

— (Hogar dulce hogar… para un ogro, supongo. Huele a cebolla por todas partes. Al menos parece que realmente vive aqui)

>Entro primero con cautela sosteniendo mi arma con firmeza pero sin apuntar directamente a nadie. El humo me hace entrecerrar los ojos y toser ligeramente.
>Al ver a la chica de cabello y piel blanca en medio del fuego, que ni siquiera parece inmutarse por las llamas acercándose, siento una mezcla de sorpresa y preocupación.
Observo rápidamente el incendio en la cocina y luego vuelvo la mirada hacia ella, analizando su expresión y comportamiento.

— Parece que solo fue un accidente mientras cocinabas. ¿Estás bien? No pareces herida a pesar del fuego…

>Echo un vistazo atrás, hacia Eshrec y Pipino, antes de continuar.

— Eshrec dijo que tenías una invitada. Supongo que eres tu, solo quiero entender que está pasando aqui

>Doy otro paso extendiendo mi mano libre con la palma hacia arriba en señal de paz.

— Mi nombre es Yu. ¿Puedes decirme tu nombre y qué sucedió exactamente? Y… sería bueno apagar ese fuego antes de que queme todo el pantano.
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>>3350
>una vez en el restaurante, nos piden que rellenemos una encuesta
>por supuesto, voy a elegir la opción E
>este territorio debe pertenecer a Linda-sama
>lucharé cualquier batalla con valor para que Linda-sama se apodere de otra región que ella desea
>todo el mundo debería postrarse ante ella
>será mejor que alguien más obedezca...

controlar mente (Rose): 1d100 = 28

>por otro lado
>no se como comer una banana con cubiertos
>soy de wanwanwan después de todo
>ahí todo se come con palillos
>así que solo adivinaré

suerte: 1d100 = 69

>en cualquier caso, debo prepararme para el futuro conflicto contra Fenegreco
>será mejor que coma algo además de la banana
>así que como un onigiri cuando nadie me esté viendo
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>>3352
La cara del señor no solo se tornaba más arrugada, parece salir humo de su cabeza, no obstante, poco tiempo había para comprobar que había sucedido exactamente con él. Abandonando su asiento, se te acerca con el mismo libro que usó contra la niñita en mano.

(Hombre) En cuanto a ti, acá no está reina ni hay dulces para repartir, solo libros que te puedan nutrir, como este en mano pero, bah, no tengo ritmo, no me recuerdes aquel accidente. (...) Cierto, shhh......

Con los ojos entrecerrados y una voz desanimada regresa a su silla para continuar revisando y sellando libros de una manera muy particular, una que parece ignorar las órdenes silencio que tanto exige, incluso. En este momento, las miradas extrañas ahora están fijas en él, sin embargo, aún con el alivio que eso le trae a la rarita, ella no te dio respuesta alguna ni si quiera a tus gestos, el golpe en su cabeza fue tan fuerte que la dejó un poquito aturdida.

(...)

Todos en la biblioteca estaban inquietos por tus desesperantes gritos, unos que por suerte duraron poco, y por suerte, también, el hombre esta vez no se quejó, se le veía cansado y quizá arrepentido pero no sabes exactamente de qué.

María | Telepatía EXITO
(María) (...sí, ¡así actúan los sospechosos!)

Aún por las palabras... o pensamientos llenos de energía de la niña, su cara daba indicio de otra cosa, miraba de un lado a otro, nerviosa.

(María) (Esto... ¿me habré equivocado otra vez?)

Pensaba en voz alta, o bueno, ¿en pensamiento alto? quien sabe, lo único seguro acá es que sea lo que intentase la niña, no parece que saliera como ella lo esperase.

María | Leer pensamientos EXITO

Podías sentir sensaciones extrañas en tu cabeza, eran como ligeras vibraciones que se hacían un poco más fuertes cada vez que brindabas explicaciones mentales a la niña. Mientras todo esto sucedía, María solo te miraba fijamente al mismo tiempo que acariciaba a Punpun, y una vez acabaste, la vibración disminuyó.

(María) (Así que Eärendyl, solo estuviste paseando y... agh, ¿qué opinas, Punpun?)
(Punpun) ...
(María) (¡Esta bien! Pero solo entre nosotras, eh.)

A sabiendas de que nadie las escucharía, María se acercó a tu oído.

(María) (Hace unas semanas me caí de la cama por asustarme con un trueno, mi cabezita me dolía y ya no me ayudaba a mover y ni agarrar cosas como antes, por lo que mi maestra ya no confiaba tanto en mí....) (...) (Ehhh... ¿en qué estabamos? ¡Ah! ¡Sí!)

Ella se aleja de tu cara para luego sostenerte tus hombros, su rostro estaba iluminado con su sonrisa.

(María) (¡Mi profesora está investigando una serie de desapariciones, así que quiero ayudarla para que confíe en mí otra vez!, solo me enteré... enterándome, ¡eso!, no es como si la hubiera seguido a escondidas para escuchar cosas que no debía, aunque en realidad quería otra cosa...)

Empieza a jugar con el papel que estuvo leyendo hace poco. Lo dobla, lo presiona con su dedo... pero se detiene en seco apenas capta tu condición para ayudar.

(María) (¿La Reina? Como te lo digo, no sé, y acerca de eso... ¡oye!, ¿qué tienes con sus pechos?, ya te pareces a esos monjes raros.) (...) (Entiendo, mira, si me ayudas podrías preguntárselo a la profesora Risa, ¡ella es alguien muy importante y muy bonita de cabello rosadito, así que debe conocer gente importante para llevarte hacia la Reina!)
(Punpun) ...

Dejando el papel a un lado, ella empieza a mover al muñeco de tal forma que hace como si bailara.

(María) (Punpun aprueba esto, así que déjame explicarte lo que sé.)

Asumiendo que la vas a ayudar, la niña se sienta en el suelo, uno de madera vieja, crujía al mínimo movimiento.

(María) (Unos policías ingresaron a la escuela de detectives para contactar a mi profesora, le explicaron acerca de unas... ¿7 desapariciones?, eran como nosotras, pero de familias importantes.)

Inesperadamente, la niña agarra tus manos y te mira con cierta preocupación.

(María) (¿A-Acaso eres de una familia así de millonarios, Eärendyl?) (...) (Como sea...)

Al pensarlo un poco, se convenció a si misma que era difícil que poseas una familia así.

(María) (A partir de aquí ya no entendí nada más por todas esas palabras y frases raras, a excepción de que el secuestrador siempre sabe de alguna forma como actúa la policía, y les deja lo que parecen ser pistas... desde dibujos extraños, un objeto, colores, y ahora... eh... ¿esto?)

Ella agarra otra vez el papel que dejó al lado.

(María) (¡Así que vine a la biblioteca! Como dicen que aquí viene gente inteligente, ¡debería volverme inteligente como consecuencia!) (...) (Pero sigo sin entender naaaaada, nadita. Estoy de acuerdo con los policías, de poema esto no parece nada, ¡ni si quiera leí uno! y parece ser de alguien muy mal de la cabeza. Ellos le pidieron a mi profesora su participación en resolver el caso, una participación muy pero muy secreta. Una vez se fueron, al mínimo descuido agarre el texto original y lo copie, ¿cómo hice todo esto sin ser detectada?, ¡ni yo lo sé!, ¡ni me acuerdo!, sin mencionar que fue ayer... ¿qué crees, Punpun?)
(Punpun) ...
(María) ¡Cómo te adoro, Punpun!

Que se mostrase tan alegre sin la respuesta que pudieras haber escuchado venir del muñeco podría ser algo muy raro, algo gracioso, o muy perturbador. Al fin y al cabo, la niña te entrega el misterioso papel, uno arrugado y algo roto.

(María) (Lo único malo de todo esto es que perdí el rastro de mi profesora, ¡pero sé que debe estar en algún lado de la ciudad de Belladanza! En la parte trasera del papel original indica que hoy inicia el secuestro en ese sitio.)
(Hombre) ¿Qué hacen ahí sentadas? ¡Esto no es un hotel, fuera! ¡Aquí se leen libros!
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>>3351
(Dark Scepter) N-no me tomes como referencia de tetas. Por lo menos déjame mantener un poco de dignidad y proponerme como modelo de pinturas y esculturas. La magia fluye de maneras hermosas en manos de un artista.. Mn-
(Honey) ¿Qué estoy escuchando? ¿Qué le venderás leche a alguien más? ¡Recuerda que me debes tres millones de galones! Mi familia los utilizará para refrigerar los procesadores gráficos de sus servidores de IA. Así es, mi fortuna viene de ChatGPT
>Las tetas de la maga negra se mantienen tan masivas como siempre, puede que sea tu imaginación pero de pronto sientes el aroma de la leche viniendo de ella, y no es de chocolate. La enana rica te interrumpe y regresa al tema de su trato, como si verte combatir con las vacas fuera lo de menos. La albina la reconoce.
(Albina de parche) ¡Honey Eiai! ¡Y a ti no te conozco, y a ti, tampoco te conozco! Tú, monito, eres adorable. Honey Eiai, se supone que tenías que brindarme seguridad, magia e inteligencia, aunque sea falsa. ¡Pero me rescató esta...! ¡Esta...! Um... Tu piel es muy clara, ¿tú también eres una ▢▢▢▢▢▢▢▢▢?
>Ella te apunta, pero no puede describir por completo tu raza, así que se queda en silencio antes de preguntar. Una palabra extraña sale de su boca, solo que proviene con un pitido un parche negro. Ella con total orgullo lo repite un par de veces más hasta que no puede más con el ruido molesto
(Albina de parche) ¡Soy Mary y soy una ▢▢▢▢▢▢▢▢▢! ¡Y vine aquí a cumplir mis labores de ▢▢▢▢! .... ¡AAAAHH! ¡Maldito hechizo de censura, hace que parezca que estoy diciendo cosas sospechosas! Soy Mary, Mary. ¿Puedes repetirlo? ¿Y tú, mono?
(Ashwaghanda) Moariii gesem nuh nuh Laika woff supase wan wan ¡Closh! Deathto, Puta
>Parece que Ashwagandha quiere hacer hamburguesas a las vacas, pero pronto vienen los paramedicos, o veterinarios. En cualquier caso, luego de presentarse, la chica albina Mary, les entrega un regalo, que son una especie de entradas especiales. Honey siente envidia.
(Mary) Yyyyy gracias a que me salvaron, quien se ganó este boleto dorado especial, único en el mundo, para conocer a la Reina y obtener un regalo especial ¡es...! ¡Eres tú! Oh, y aquí tengo otro para tu mono.
(Honey) ¡No es justo! Soy Honey Eiai, tengo que hablar con la reina para tratar asuntos de IA. ¡Quien iba proteger su candidatura era mi maga y yo! Dark Scepter, haz algo.
(Dark Scepter) Por favor, les pido que nos den esos boletos. O si no...
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>>3353
(Blanco ser puro) Oh, no eres un verdugo. Que alivio... Pensé que llegó el momento en el que me descartarían, pero veo que no. Ja, jaja, ja... jaja...
(Pipino) Pues ahora que la veo bien, es algo rara, no creo que pueda realizar una sesión de masajes completa, me estoy desanimando. ¡Oye muchacha, será mejor que te quites de ese fuego o quedarás negrito como yo!
>Antes de relajar su expresión te miró y parpadeó un par de veces. Ella entonces colocó su palma en su pecho y sonrió, le dio tal alivio que comenzó a reír, pero parece que no tenía práctica riendo. Pipino es inoportuno de nuevo, pero intenta advertirle sobre el fuego que ya está consumiendo la base de su vestido. Ella responde.
(Mónica) Está bien. Mi nombre es Mónica, soy inflamable. Pero también soy inocua, incolora, inmune a la magia, mmm... y ahora acabo de obtener la inmunidad a las personas de color. Que extraño... ¿Están sorprendidos? Soy lo que se conoce como un ser humano. Seguro que es una locura para ustedes.
>Cuando el fuego comenzaba a subir este de pronto desaparece de su cuerpo, aunque se mantiene en la cocina. Mónica cierra los ojos y se nota algo confundida, mirando a Pipino, al parecer fue detectado como una amenaza o algo parecido. Ella se presenta no como una normal, sino como una humana.
(Mónica) Intenté cocinar algunas galletas, pero no seguí la receta diminutal. Lo siento señor Eshrec, parece que mi regalo de despedida será una casa incendiada. Pero como Candidata, invocaré el derecho para compensarle con fichas y puntos en el establecimiento-
(Eshrec) ¡Oye tonta pura, o pura tonta, detrás de ti!
>No puede terminar de decir, porque las supuestas galletas que estaba preparando salen del horno como ladrillos negros que se multiplican y crean a una entidad que se levanta y comienza a reír mientras expulsa llamas. Tenía todas las pintas de un enemigo.
(Fuego) JAJAJAJA YO SOY FUEGO, EL SEÑOR DEL FUEGO Y LAS LLAMAS. VENGO DESDE EL INFIERNO PARA VENGAR A LAS PERSONAS QUE TUVIERON LA MAL DICHA DE RECOLECTAR EL CACAO QUE AHORA FORMA EL CHOCOLATE EN MI CUERPO. ¡Y POR TODOS USTEDES! MORIRÁS, CANDIDATA JUJUJU
(Grok) ¡Compañero, Señor Eshrec! También tenemos algunos problemas acá afuera.
>Mientras Fuego se calentaba para lanzar su ataque recibiste el llamado de Grok que desde fuera, alertó como algunos arboles del bosque de Andy comenzaban a caerse, como si una bestia o una fuerza imparable se acercara paso a paso.

A continuación:
Fuego 15❤️ | FULMINAR | QUEMAR | BOLA DE FUEGO
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>>3342
A veces me urgen unas fuertes ganas de cortar a estas bananas y bañarlas en un líquido dulce para comerlas, ¡qué importa si son anormales y pueden pensar!, son bananas, ¡comida!, ese es el hecho, y sin olvidar el vino con un toque de limón anormal para que acompañe, pero es una lástima, si mi imaginación me permitiera detener el tiempo ahora mismo tendría limones gratis, cortados y ya almacenados en mi castillo, así mis sirvientas personales como Séptica no gastarían dinero innecesario, aunque siento que hay un detalle que no estoy considerando.... haber... cortar... guardar... cortar... lo pensaré luego.

Ya lo estoy entendiendo, no solo me cuesta pensar de tanto ver a esos retrasados, ¡este odio que crece en mí no para!, ¡quería mi fiesta! No hay nada peor que la desobediencia, ¿a la justicia?, no, a mí, la linda niña más linda de las lindas, Linda. No obstante, hay cosas que, por más que no quisiera, debo resolver, como este tal Manzanín que se salvó, ¿pie de manzana?, ¡me gustaría eso!, sin embargo, a diferencia de los demás, este anormal si que entiende quien soy sin queja alguna, o mejor dicho, nos entendemos, a mí también me gusta coleccionar cosas, sirvientas, sobretodo.

<Astroterrización (oscura)
1d100 = 96
<Telepatía
1d100 = 47
(Me agrada de lo que sale de su boca, rey Manzanín, ¿candidatas?, me ofende su pregunta sabiendo que usted la tiene al frente, además, Reina ya es, para aclarar.)

Me da asco tener que referirme a esta cosa como rey, prefiero mil veces darle a Haliga un día libre, en un reino no hace faltan dos autoridades, solo una, y esa soy yo.

(Sin embargo, podemos ignorar lo que dije, ya que usted mencionó lo importante, ¡colecciones! ¿Le gustaría sentarse en alguna mesa para seguir hablando?)

Como mis sirvientas están bajo mi control no hace falta hablarles directamente en sus cabezas para ordenarles que ninguna debe intervenir, en especial Haliga, el plan deberá esperar, por ahora, aunque, aún hay algo que hacer, Pútrida traerá a Golosinera con sus más exquisitas golosinas del todo el Eje.

(Como bien sabe, me maravilla que entre nosotros tengamos tantas coincidencias, como los dulces, y las colecciones como ya he mencionado anteriormente.)

Con las golosinas restantes y el pie que he sacado de mi bolsillo, ahora debo con todo el dolor del Eje ofrecerle.

(Un amante de los dulces no rechaza hasta la más humilde de ellas, después de todo, cada una tiene algo de especial, ¿no? Discutamos de nuestros intereses mientras que disfrutamos la entrada.)

Doy un bocado a uno de los dulces.

(¿No le preocupa la calidad de sus colecciones? Mírala a ella, tan blanca, tan, en teoría, inocente, pero... ¿Qué tan dispuesta está ella en demostrarlo? Sería una vergüenza para un rey tener algo defectuoso y exhibirlo como un lujo)

Saco un vino para mí, otro para el estorbo.

(Supongo también que tanto usted odia los conflictos, sobretodo en esta situación donde su gente está con un pésimo razonamiento. No deseo combatir tampoco aún si poseo un gran ejército. A lo que quiero llegar es que a ninguno de los dos nos gustaría pasar por un mal momento, asi que puedes estar tranquilo por ese lado, ¿por qué no beber un poco?.)

Toda la población irá directo a los exteriores del reino, van a creer que hay un gran público el cual entretener.

(Con un poco más de silencio, ¿no es este el escenario perfecto para verificar que tan pura es esa... candidata? como reyes, siempre tenemos algo que presumir, así que sería grandioso que esa mujer pase la prueba de mi dulce y querida Haliga.)

<Excitar x3 (Haliga, Candidata)
1d100 = 7
<Anclaje (Candidata)
1d100 = 72
<Aturdir (Candidata)
1d100 = 73
<Invalidar (Candidata)
1d100 = 59

Y es ahora donde la verdad será revelada, una muy divertida para ver, la humillación de la falsa candidata en frente de la verdadera. ¿Y qué hará este tal Manzanín? Nada, y lo mejor, será una muestra de mi superioridad, útil para lo que quiero llevar a cabo más adelante, y Haliga será mi principal peón, es ahora donde es libre de hacer lo que desee con esa mujer.

(Y no se preocupe, una estupenda y creativa golosinera traerá unos manjares para disfrutar mientras tanto del espectáculo.)
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>>3355
"¡Tu cabeza humea! ¡Tu cabeza humea!"

"¿No serás una locomotora?"

"¡CHU CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"

"🚂"

"¡Buuuuu! Que aburrido lugar entonces."

"Sin dulces ni reina ¡Eärendyl pierde la cabeza!"

"Ay tontito, los libros no se pueden comer."

"¡¿Como me van a nutrir?!"

"Aunque si necesito algunas vitaminas, estoy muy flaquita."

"¿Accidente? ¡¿Se te salió la popo por una diarrea loca?!"

"Cochino."

<Acusa al hombre sin saber a ciencia cierta de lo que habla, Eä se tapa su nariz y lo ve con asquito mientras él regresa a lo suyo, luego de su "pequeño" malentendido creyendo que tenia huevecillos de alien en el cerebro, la chica luminosa se tranquiliza para hablar telepáticamente con la niñita esta, lo cual se siente raro para ella, no por el sentimiento de vibración en su cabeza, solo que, bueno, hablar sin mover las bocas es muy antinatural y tal.

"(¿Lo dices por ti? Digo, tienes cara de que te comiste la gelatina del hombro sin ritmo que dejo en la nevera sin avisarle)"

"(Sospechoso)"

"(En efecto, te equivocaste)"

"(Jejeje, tu hechizo así que me sienta chistosa de la cabeza ¡Que gran hechizo!)"

"(Oh ya se, quieres que mi cabeza explote ¿Verdad?)"

"(¡Como en la pelicula de Scanners!)"

"(Vaya, hasta que alguien dice mi nombre como corresponde)"

"(¿Eh? ¿Están hablando sin que me entere?)"

"¡Tramposa!"

"(Uy perdón, se me escapo, es raro no hablar con la boca)"

"(¿Puedo acariciar a tu peluche perro?)"

"(¿Por que te acercas a mi oído si hablamos por la cabeza?)"

<Claramente nadie les iba a escuchar por tener una conversación mental así que se rasca la cabeza sin comprender las acciones de la pequeña, por lo menos se puede echar un par de risas por la historia de origen de Maria.

"(Los truenos son las flatulencias de los ángeles ¿Lo sabían?)"

"(Te asustaste con un pedo.)"

"Jeje."

"(Hmmm, yo creo que tu maestra ya no confía en ti por otras cosas.)"

"(Eres enana, ojona y rosada.)"

"(Yo no confiaría.)"

<No se escuchan intenciones maliciosas en sus palabras o mala leche, solo... Una extrema honestidad... Mezclada con inocencia que rosa lo bobolon, como sea, Eä pone la mano en su mentón al enterarse de la misión suya.

"(¿Desapariciones? Pfffff, que sencillito.)"

"(Si están desaparecidos ¡Solo hay que encontrarlos! Daaaaah.)"

"(Por eso tu maestra no confía en ti, no usas la lógica.)"

"(Seguro querías espiar a tu maestra bañándose)"

"(¿Tu maestra tiene los pechos grandes?)"

"(Ehhhhh, yo quiero ver a la reina ¿No tienes algo que ofrecerme entonces?)

"(¡Tengo una cruzada! Registrar los pechos mas grandes de todo el reino y si la reina es reina, es por algo ¿No?)"

"¿Risa tiene los pechos grandes?"

"(Perdón lo dije en voz alta... Ahmm... ¡Okay! No confió en ti pero no pierdo nada, si me ayudas a ir con la reina o no ¡Esto sera diver!)"

"(Je... Tu peluche es gracioso...)"

<Le pica la nariz a Punpun mientras Maria suelta toda su explicación, realmente no le presta mucha atención a la rosita fresita, al menos hasta que la toma de sus larguiruchas manos y la mira con una singular preocupación...

"(¿Huh? ¿Familia de millonarios? Bueno...)"

"(Mi mamá tenia un enrome castillo de muchos pilares y mi papa trabajaba para la reina, capturaba seres raros del Hex.)"

"(Pero ya eso es tiempo pasado, ahora no tengo con que caerme muerta, jajaja.)"

"(Ya veo... Hmmm.)"

"(Si el secuestrador sabe como actúan los policías ¿No sera policía? Solo digo.)"

"Bah, eso es un bulo, yo soy muy inteligente y no vengo a este sitio que huele a humedad."

"(Rayos, otra vez en voz alta)"

"(Tu maestra debe ser poco profesional para que le robes una pista tan importante o quizá... ¡Tu eres la secuestradora picadora criminal mutiladora! Te tendió una trampa.)"

<Lee el papel dejando a un lado las raras interacciones entre la pequeña y el peluchin que no habla, se centra en leer el supuesto poema como si de verdad estuviese desentrañando el secreto mas grande de todo el mundo.

"(En efecto, quien escribió esto es...)"

"(¡Un perturbado!)"

"(Y puedo decir que a este secuestrador le gusta ver gotas)"

"(Fuera de eso, yo diría que esto de strata de crimines pasionales ¡Amor! El secuestrador esta o estuvo enamorado.)

"(La poesía nunca fue lo mío.)"

"(Después podemos buscar a tu profesora, debemos de ir a ciudad de Belladanza ¿Dices que secuestra niñas ricas? Entonces tenemos que ir a la zona mas exclusiva de ese lugar ¿Sabes cual es?"

"¡Nos vamos!"

"No es hotel pero si es MOTEL."

"¡Chao!"

<Levanta a la niña de las caderas y se echa a Punpun al hombro para irse corriendo al sitio indicado, huyendo de ese tugurio de ancianos arrugados e intelectualoides mientras canta: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wto--Re3k6M en honor a Maria y su muñeco.
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>>3356
"Son las mas grandes que he visto."

"Y sentido."

"¿Por que no debería?"

"Ahora tu serás mi referencia en mi cruzada por encontrar los pechos mas grandes de todo el reino."

"Felicidades."

"Pero si no se pintar ni esculpir."

"..."

"¡Acepto! Se mi modelo de desnudos."

"Tranqui, tranqui, tengo tanta leche que si no le hago un hijo a pechugas laru, le hago un queso."

"¿IA? ¿Ignacia Antonia?"

"Como sea, tu familia

"¿Aceptas mi trato de ella por la leche?"

<No entiende por que se esta comportando de esa forma o dejándose llevar por un par de bolsas de carne y solo por un sentimiento que se acrecienta con el constante hundimiento en su carne negra y el olor que hace voltear de reojo constantemente a Eä en dirección a sus pezones de la maga, la chica pálida se relame los labios de vez en cuando y disimuladamente trata de acercar su lengua hacia donde huele mas a leche pero es interrumpida.

"Yo soy Eärendyl."

"Ella es Boobie bustos."

"Y es mía ahora."

"¡¿Verdad que es adorable?!"

"Uh hablas del mono."

"¿Como que "esta"? ¡Eh!"

"No, yo no soy un pitido extraño que sale de tu boca ni tampoco un sonido de delfín."

<Arquea una de sus cejas al ver como como la tal Mary trata de decir algo pero no se le entiende, Eä pone una cara de incomodidad al suponer de que se trata, y empieza a mover las manos para negar que sean iguales o así.

"Okaaaaaaaaaaaay, no, yo no soy una sexoservidora como tu ¿Si?"

"Puedes usar esa palabra ¡Sexoservidora! O acompañante nocturna."

"Es menos vulgar de lo que quieres decir."

"Mary."

"Es un nombre común y corriente."

"Sin agraviar a tu profesión, yo respeto tu oficio, es digno."

"¡OPA! Señor macaco, eso lo entendimos todo el mundo ¡Atrevido! Pero si, pensé lo mismo."

"Je."

<Se emociona bastante cuando escucha que tiene un acceso VIP a la reina, le arrebata el boleto a la albina y salta de la alegria, solo con eso pudo separarse de los pechos de Dark, le presume sus boletos a Honey en la cara.

"¡¿LA REINA?! ¡WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! ¡VOY A CONOCER A LA REINA! ¡NOS VAMOS AL MUNDIAL! Digo ¡VERE A LA REINA!"

"Pffff a llorar a la lloreria."

"¿Que nos vas a hacer? ¿Berrinche?"

"Primero aprenda a lavarse los calzones con rajita de canela, jaja."

"¿Eh? ¿Pechugas? Tú..."

"..."

"Ok, toma los boletos."

<Literal no tardo ni 5 segundos en entregarle los boletos al escuchar la petición casi amenaza de Dark Specter, como si la tuviese hipnotizada, no obstante, mete su mano dentro de sus pechos y deja el boleto en lo mas hondo.

"Pero a cambio tienes que ser mía, pechugas."

"¡Y comprarme toda la leche!"

"Ahora tengo dos cruzadas, conocer a la reina y capturar a todas las ubronas del reino ¡Empezando contigo!"

"¡Arapiles a todas!"

"¿Trato?"
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>Seeing Monica laugh in that clumsy way and then declare herself human with all those strange immunities leaves me in a second of silence.

— (Inflammable but harmless? Immune to magic and also to people of color? This is very strange, her behavior is too innocent… or too artificial. Is she really what she says she is?)

— I understand… Monica. You don't seem like a threat. Just… be more careful next time with the kitchen

>I respond with a calm voice, trying to sound reassuring.
>Suddenly the cookies turn into that fire monster and it starts to laugh and threaten. I instinctively take a step back and raise my weapon pointing at the entity.

— (What...? This has gone from strange to dangerous) Watch out!

>I shout more to alert the others than for anything else.
>When I hear Grok's voice from outside warning about the trees falling I feel a chill. I turn my head for a moment towards the entrance.

— (Now something is coming from the forest? A beast? We can't split up like this… but we can't ignore this either) Grok! Keep your position outside! There's a fire monster inside here!

>I look again at Monica and then at the fire monster, tightening my grip on my weapon.

— Sir Eshrec, take Pipino out of here if necessary. Monica… if you're Inflammable, maybe you can step back. I'll take care of this

>I take a step forward, trying to keep my voice firm despite the nerves.

— You! Lord of Fire… Are you really going to attack over burned cookies? If you want revenge, at least explain yourself before launching flames everywhere.

>I prepare to attack or dodge, feeling my heart pounding fast but trying to keep my mind as clear as possible.

— (This doesn't look good… between the monster inside and whatever is coming from the forest… we're going to have to act quickly)

>I try to focus and use the luminiscence spell to get more information on what's approaching. I also use the freeze spell to test the fire monster first before attacking head-on.

Luminiscence: 1d100 = 93
Congelar: 1d100 = 90
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>>3359
You saw water dripping from María's forehead, and if you looked closely, her face had a tomato-like complexion. She didn't confirm it, but didn't deny either that one of her possible intentions was to keep an eye on her teacher, and your curiosity about the proportions of her flesh masses was merely the final blow that made the poor girl look away for a moment. She fixed her eyes on the wall to one side, then shifted her gaze to a bookshelf on the other, back and forth, until she brought her doll close to her ear and suddenly lowered her face. Now Punpun was in front of you, shaking his head, then bowing it so you'd pet him—but it only lasted a few seconds. Once the girl recovered, she had no awareness of what had just happened, dismissed it, and kept explaining.

(...)

After revealing your logic, you've noticed several things: María's shining eyes and radiant smile didn't fade even when you emphasized how terrible her teacher was at preserving clues. She didn't react at all when you lifted her, merely pointing her index finger to the left—the direction you should follow to reach Belladanza.

Your singing echoed throughout Céfiro. Who cares if you risk slipping on puddles or catching a cold from the harsh rain? It's worth it! Your goal of registering the largest breasts in the kingdom is an achievement you must savor before anyone else. Not even María's almost negligible weight could slow you down—you're very strong... or perhaps the girl is just extremely light. The good thing is, there's nobody on the streets. Most likely, passersby have returned home or are sheltered under the roofs of nearby shops, so you can rest assured you won't bump into anyone.

After nearly a minute, María finally shows a gesture—by which I mean she merely blinked—one that, had it happened earlier, wouldn't have left the girl teary-eyed now.

(María) That reminds me of those ancient, fascinating stories based on a world before the Axis! We used to read them in...! Punpun?
(Punpun) ...
(María) Whaaat?! Don't be like that, Punpun! (...) Don't listen to him, Eärendyl—I suspect those same policemen too! One of them called me crazy when I offered to help with the case. Wait, didn't I say something else?
Ignoring the crazy lady who was slow to respond, you could see in the distance an abnormal giant blocking the path—there was no other way to go. A bit closer to you was a car, one with flashing red and blue lights on top that might've been about to Eärendyl you, but luckily, it was motionless.

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Your legs were rebelling against you, refusing to obey, not to mention your arms, fingers, neck... you could barely breathe or keep holding the girl, though the latter was starting to hurt from staying in the same position.

(María) W-We didn't steal anything!
(?) You committed a crime... and it was stealing my heart~!

Dark hair, golden eyes, and a uniform dominated by sea-colored tones. She had gotten out of the car way too cheerful, her gaze locked onto the girl. Bouncing closer and closer with little jumps, her final leap came with arms wide open toward María, who was now at the mercy of the police—they'd taken her from you, at least Punpun didn't fall off your shoulder.

To the woman, it was as if you didn't exist. You could see the crazy lady being used like a stuffed teddy bear.

(María) Let go of me!
(?) I saw you helping Professor Risa in several cases! In the newspapers you look so serious... but up close you're so sweet~!
(María) Waaah!

Someone else got out of the car—a young man wearing almost the same outfit, brown eyes, and hair just as dark as the woman's, though for some reason longer than hers. He pulled the officer—and María—back toward the car.

(?) Aww... Marco, don't be like that.
(Marco) You nearly got sued last time because of this, boss. Let her go, poor thing, she's all soaked.
(María) I'm not some poor thing! I'm María José VII!
(Marco) Huh... who?
(María) Ma-rí-a Jo-Sé Sép-ti-ma!
(Chief) She's Risa's student, I've missed her so much! Haven't seen her in the news for weeks... Oh, did you get sick?
(María) They won't let me do anything!
(Marco) Ah right, the kid who stands out at that academy.
(María) Not a kid! De-tec-ti-ve! Even Punpun knows that!
(Chief and Marco) Punpun?

You had faded into the background, alone, standing in the rain instead of inside the warm car. At least you weren't completely ignored—the giant was the only one who hadn't stopped staring at you since the woman started causing a scene. He didn't seem able to speak, nor showed any sign of moving. Meanwhile, you were finally free.

(Marco) Hey! You! Are you friends with this little girl!? Come here!

And at last, someone normal noticed you.
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(((Man Without A Name)))

>We weren't especially nutritious, it was just a sport. What good times.

The world is for the strong and the weak must obey, like the wind and the grass, when the wind blows the wind bends before it

>I briefly explain his view of the world, obviously he considers himself a "strong man" because he is free, he does what he wants, sleeps with whom he wants and doesn't answer to anyone, he is, in the end, a truly free man but a slave to his own impulses and human instincts

>He couldn't continue explaining his viewpoint because the poncho fell off his body leaving him in just underwear... what humiliation, now everyone knows that the proud, self-confident strong cowboy is just meat, although little or nothing may matter to him that people see his prominent bulge between his legs; it's not that he's exhibitionist but simply that he doesn't care how people see him, even he might see it as an opportunity, maybe a pretty monkey could like his corpulent, hairy and smelly body with cigar and powder

>And I who only wanted to make some friends with whom to share my secrets about the magic of other worlds.

Hey boy, wait a moment, it was just a joke a while ago, come please

>Blondie bent down to pick up his poncho and hat from the ground, put on the poncho while Option approached him and rolled in the dirty, dusty fabric, took off the dangling cigarette from his lip and handed it to the dark glasses guy in his hand

throw that away please, you can go now

>https://youtu.be/c8NqYibMeow?si=Up_bbhqD2gulTOm3&t=124

>They are led to a beautiful, huge and precious dining room, the music of that place could only be compared to the one you've already heard in the movies that play in the bars, those movies that mock the pomp and excesses of the elite that takes advantage of the humble and honest workers that Rubio constantly cheats, he couldn't care less, thief is a thief

>He also couldn't care about the gourmet food, yes, he saw how Rose ate the food properly and could follow her steps but again he didn't care how people saw him. While that fat slut was talking he took out a cigar from his poncho, yes, one of those handsome and delicious ones exported from Cuba that he kept for special occasions, he brought it to his lips and called fire with the tip of his finger and lit it, exhaled a cloud of smoke directly to the ceiling. He also didn't stop at smoking in that beautiful place, he grabbed a spoon and with that same one he ate loudly and spoonful by spoonful the slices of banana

>Don't forget to respond to the survey that has been left at each table.

>He looked at the survey, the one about the government system seemed strange to him, usually he would say that a capitalist anarchic free market but for strange that it may seem it wasn't there, so he went to the option that seemed most appropriate to him: the one of the law of the strongest

>Although something that he didn't like was the wanwanwanesa trying to mentally control her little Rose

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>Rubio hit the exhibitionist on the butt and also gave her a delicious good squeeze of the right butt, he leaned his lips close to her ear, the stench of alcohol, tobacco and unbrushed teeth haunted her delicate nasal passages

Sweetheart, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't mentally control my wife, there shouldn't be discord among my women

>He let go of his wide backside before smoking more of his cigar

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