Chapter 118
Author: The Guitarist
last update2026-03-24 08:39:17

The throne room was transitioning from "Battlefield" to "Grand Opening" at a speed that only System-grade logistics could manage.

The smell of ozone and sulfur was being aggressively outcompeted by the aroma of toasted brioche and flame-grilled wagyu.

I was slumped in Draco’s former throne, or rather the Gothic King’s former throne, which, honestly, was a bit too cold and pointy for my taste, holding a double-bacon Victory Burger that Mistress Helga had prepared with "Relic-Grade" aged cheddar
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