Things were kind of odd.
Yes, I had a gangster squad serving under me.
Yes, I now owned one elf and one dark elf underling but-
Now what?
We were nowhere near claiming the city and even if we did- we couldn't just protect the city from the literal shitshow this world was.
And though I could produce the dark stuff- maintaining it was a whole different story.
My mana supply couldn't keep up. And I wasn't getting much better either.
'IS this the limit of this body?'
Or was this the limit of this world?
No, the Elf clearly had more mana than me, so-
'Wait- she's not from this world to begin with….' But I came through mom and-
Arghh!!!
Why the hell did this have to be so complicated!
Even just some days ago I was growing and yet-
Now!
"The other day, something strange happened," Father began.
We were eating breakfast as usual.
"Strange? How do you mean?" Mom asked.
