That Time I Got Sent to Another World Where All of the Girls Are Super Hot and Super Into Me Because I Am Super Strong and Have Very Powerful Abilities that God Gave to Me Because Me and Them Were Friends When I Was in Grade School and God Is Actually A Loli Who is Also in Love with Me Because I Am A Super Epic Person Who Will Defeat The Demon Lord Who Threatens The Entire World but the Demon Lord Actually is in Love With Me and the Demon Lord is a Super Hot Busty Babe Who is Actually Just Trying to Get My Attention Because I Have a Cellphone That Can Contact the Internet and Can Get Anything Shipped To Me Within 2 Days But I Barely Need It Because I Am Actually the Most Strongest Guy Alive Because I Have Super Strong Powers Like Being Able to Lift Your Mom Really Easily Which is Nearly Impossible Because Your Mom is So Fat But is Actually A Secret Anime Busty Babe Who is Really into Me Because I Am Super Cool and Better Than Your Dad Because He is Super Lame Which I Am Not:

V:1 Ch:46 - That time I was reincarnated into another world and just sat there for an entire chapter

Wanda emerged from her hiding place, looking with a certain dark satisfaction at the desecrated tomb. It had stood, dreary and imposing, for perhaps hundreds of years. And now it lay in ruin. As it should.

It would be easy to simply write Wanda off as a force of chaos, but it wasn't as if she relished pain or desired destruction. She wasn't a [Demon Lord], nor was she one of those [Lord of the Edge] whackjobs. It wasn't about the destruction itself. That is, it wasn't about the end result. When she stole, or killed, or committed tax fraud, it was about the thrill. The anticipation of something momentous about to be set into motion. The cathartic release of breaking something with your own hands. The rush of getting away with it.

She was a [Hedonist], after all. There was something inherently beautiful in the act of destroying something. In seeing something that had taken days, months, or years to create being undone in an instant. Perhaps it was allegorical. Perhaps it was about the importance of living in the moment. Perhaps she just had brain problems.

In the scope of the universe, the grand scale of things, her life was nothing. Here in one instant, gone in the next. Blink, and you'd miss a thousand of them. Living in the moment was the only way one could live. After all, a moment was all you had.

She tried to avoid hurting people, unless it was unavoidable, or they were trying to stop her from doing crimes, or they attracted her ire. But monuments were a special target of her wrath. Art was a fine source of pleasure, and she generally appreciated it. But all art is a mixture of passion and of hubris. Creativity, self-expression, and meaning were all worth celebrating. But the hubris... what good was an ego to a speck of dust?

Statues were the worst offender. An uncharitable thought, perhaps, since a statue had just saved her life, but at the end of the day there was nothing more egotistical than carving your identity into stone itself. It was a petulant cry to the universe. A stomping of feet and a gnashing of teeth, demanding to be seen, to heard. To shout out to the universe, "I was here, and I mattered!" A comforting lie.

She hesitated, twitching her tail and looking at the badass dragons decorating the Boss Patio. Well... maybe some people just liked carving cool monsters from rock. That was fine, she supposed. But this dungeon was originally a tomb. The most tone-deaf offender of man's swollen ego. What greater irony could there be than proclaiming to future generations, "Behold: A dead guy lies here!"

She looked past the concerned face of Bonbon, to the body laying in the center of a crater. Behold: a dead guy lies there.

Wanda pushed her musings out of mind, turning her [Drug Super-Resistance Lvl 9] back on. She'd need a clear mind if she wanted to get out of this alive. Hiro's death had really come as a shock, but her [Surprise Invulnerability] was keeping it from really disabling her. She hadn't thought that anything could take him down. She wasn't sure that she'd say she was especially fond of him, but he was rich, simple, and not bad looking. His death was disappointing.

"Wan," she began, and the [Elite Four] in the center of the room turned to look at her.

"Yeah?" he asked, blinking as if he hadn't expected her to still be there. Maybe it was because she was only wearing her underwear.

"Oh. No," Wanda explained, waving her hand dismissively. "I said 'Wan', not Juan, wan. I was talking to Bonbon." She jerked her thumb to the side, indicating the shellshocked Elf, who was staring at the wreckage and realizing exactly how deep of a mess she'd gotten herself into.

"...huh?" Bonbon asked, snapping out of her doomtrance to look at Wanda. Her face was pale, her ears drooping like somebody had trimmed a banana peel in half and stapled it to either side of her face.

"We should probably get the fuck out of here, wan."

Bonbon looked at Juan, who was slowly deflating as his [Plus Ultra] wore off. He wasn't acting overtly hostile, but the [Demon Lord's Army] wasn't exactly known for its mercy. Running would probably be wise, but would they even be able to get away?

"He can only copy one of us, right?" Bonbon whispered to Wanda. "If we both fight him at the same time, do you think we'd be able to win?"

Wanda narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Juan. "...no. I get the feeling he still has a couple tricks in his back pocket. Plus..." She looked over at Taro, who still hadn't moved from his spot. He opened one of his eyes a sliver, its red iris pointed directly at her. She shivered involuntarily. "That other guy, wan..."

"That's not Juan," Juan corrected her, rudely eavesdropping. He pointed to himself, tapping his thumb on his chest before tossing it over his shoulder to indicate Taro. "I'm Juan. He's Taro."

Wanda gaped at him, exasperated. It seemed like there was some kind of weird connection between Hiro and these guys, and she was starting to wonder if it was that they were all idiots. "... Taro. He smells weird." Wanda finished.

Bonbon gave her a curious look, obviously not following the same train of thought as the doggirl, but still slightly impressed at her sense of smell.

"My [Skill], wan." Wanda explained. "[Smell Like Dog]. It's a weak [Appraisal] skill. He smells... wrong. It puts me on edge."

Bonbon looked at Taro, who smirked and uncrossed his arms, dropping them to the side. A strange, oppressive aura emanated from him, seeming to darken the area somehow, as if the sun had passed behind a cloud of murder hornets. He lifted his hands slowly. Bonbon tensed up, her heart beating in her chest as he slowly raised his arms, then crossed them again, the other way this time.

"Uh, anyways," Juan said, gesturing towards Wanda with his sword. "She was Hiro's [Slave], right? You calling dibs, or?"

Wanda, sensing an opening, cocked her head in a cute way, so that one of her ears expertly flopped up, tilting backwards over her forehead. Juan shifted back as he took [Emotional Damage] from the display. He brought his hand to his forehead, blinking and grinning widely, a blush blossoming in his cheeks.

"Wan!" she declared, grinning a wide, fang-filled smile to the [Elite Four]. "Wanda is a good [Slave], Wan!"

"Wanda-san?!" Bonbon gasped, whirling in surprise at her comrade's self-serving offering of herself for service. She opened her mouth to voice an objection, but was interrupted by a beam of light suddenly erupting from Hiro's chest. The beam spread until it enveloped the fallen [Hero], shooting up into the sky.

"...Huh?" Juan asked, turning and brandishing his sword in the body's direction. "What... What the hell is happening?"

He whipped his head around to Taro, silently demanding an explanation. Taro sighed. "I told you it wouldn't be that easy."

Juan looked back at the light, fear in his eyes. It was his understanding that people died when they were killed. He was a pretty straightforward guy, and fucking around with this kind of post-death power shit wasn't something he wanted any part of.

Bonbon's ear twitched, and she looked out into the hole-filled landscape revealed by the collapsing of the dungeon's walls. Something was coming. Wanda heard it next, followed by Juan, who turned to face towards town. Taro stood there silently. He'd actually heard it first, but there was no point in bragging about it, so he didn't bother to mention it.

The sound grew louder, a keening two-note wail of bagpipes, growing in volume until its source finally came into view. An armored wagon was careening wildly over the hills. Two [Police Cops] stood at the reins, guiding the Toy Dragons (A smaller, domesticated variant of their larger cousins, each about the size of an ox) towards the dungeon. The steel wheels of the wagon rattled as it leapt off a slanted rock, soaring through the air and clearing the half-demolished wall of the dungeon.

It landed on the floor of the Boss Patio with a heavy slam, drifting and sending up sparks as it skidded to a halt. The [Police Cops] leapt down from the wagon, and Bonbon noticed that one of the [Police Cops] was wearing a doctor coat over his police uniform, and the other was wearing a nurse uniform, also over her police uniform.

"Trauma T-" the Policeman began, before the female cop elbowed him sharply in the ribs. "I mean... [Booboo Brigade], ready for action. Where's the stiff?"