And so, our sloth goes on a journey with his ghostly friend, who gave him the direction to the horny sheep.

*sigh*

"For the last time narrator-san, horned sheep, not horny sheep. And we are already walking for half an hour, why start narrating now?"

"Don’t bother, he's not worth the headache. By the way, just a question, now that the nice silence is broken anyway, are you by chance, maybe, you know…"

"I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not interested in yo-

"What? No, fuck you, I didn’t mean-Wait, what the fuck is wrong with me, I’m the most handsome guy here aren’t I?

…

…

"Fuck you guys, but I meant to ask if you were reincarnated ghost boy."

"...No, but considering how often one meets reincarnated people, not a completely moronic question. But you are reincarnated, aren’t you?"

"Wow, was it that obvious, truly, you are a mastermind to find that out...whatever, is it that common to find someone reincarnated as a monster?"

"More common than it is for some low-level sloth without any cultivation to be able to speak at least.

Never heard of someone reincarnated as something as...special as a sloth, through."

And finally our ghost accept how special our hero is, that he is one of a kind. Truly, the start of a romance sub-plot is beginning right here folks.

"Well fuck you, narrator, laugh all you want, but do you know? I am, in fact, very special, at least that’s what my parents and my psychiatrist always said to me. So who is laughing now, you fucking normie."

Wait what.

"...Psychiatrist? Like, one of these mentalist doctors who can see into your mind with their mysterious arts?"

"I mean, kinda, but without the whole "magic" thing."

"Mind telling me why you had to go to one?"

"Oh, it was for some pretty stupid shit honestly. Complete overreaction on my parents part, really."

"Why so?"

"Just little stuff like...I think it was "minor" arson, I mean, it's not my fault if I fall asleep while

supposed to keep my eyes on highly flammable stuff in summer camp. Whole fucking camp burned

down, it was hilarious, honestly. Best thing is, rest of the summer I could sleep all I wanted in the youth

detention center."

...Wat.

"Holy fu- buddha, nobody died, did they?"

"...Well...at least nobody important, I think?"

"You... are you...by chance...one of those… you know... people called "psychopaths"?"

"Oh, I SEE, you burn down ONE summer camp accidentally, lose your little cousin in the

woods while playing hide and seek and not bothering to go out and find him because today was

a really stressful day and you felt you earned that nap ONE time, they even found him alive

just 4 days later, and besides the whole "feral dogs attacked me" thing he was completely

fine with just some minor injuries and some mild rabies, also maybe that ONE time I..."

"I just had to ask, didn't I..."

...

Wow, I’m just...just fucking speechless. Why wasn’t that on his resumee...

*sigh*

Guess I’ll have to quadruple check his data now...I swear to God, someone is getting fired for this, and it better not be me.

What a sad day it would be… I’ll be sure to throw a farewell party for you, not that you are invited, wouldn’t be a proper farewell then, would it?

Hey, asshole, if I go under, I’m taking you with me mister "steal-my-bosses-donuts", so fucking help me look trough our archives, will you?

Always ready to help my bestest friend in the world.

Careful with the sarcasm, or I’ll make everyone know how you ate bob's birthday cake at his party.

…

How the fuck does he always know stuff like that...