Misaki looked at the system message on her screen and her face went black. She really wanted to know how this happened. The culprit that tricked her into this marriage, Mo'mo had her arms around Misaki's neck nuzzling her face into Misaki's chest, purring. Yes, Mo'mo was purring away. Misaki held her hand to her head and looked at the cat girl in front of her and mentally said, [Inspect].
[Name] Misaki Mo'mo
[Grade] High Raid Boss
[Range] Silver
[HP] 1987656654/1987656654
[MP] 786654148/786654148
[Wife of Misaki Mitsu]
Misaki's eyes went wide. 'What the hell is this? She's a damn raid boss!? What's with these stats!? She has almost two billion health!' Misaki looked at her measly Mid Dungeon Boss [Grade] and felt very depressed. But what she did not get was why would a raid boss be in a dungeon and wearing nothing but rags at that.
