Chapter 5-Pig Mom?!
Harem King Yuuta. The Mage King. The Flame That Burned Bacon.
Yuuta croaked with satisfaction from his new found power.
Then he turned slowly, his gaze scanning the desolate battleground. Broken armor pieces were scattered like trash left behind after a medieval frat party. Some were half-melted into the soil, others slick with pig blood and ash. A sword lay buried in a tree stump, still trembling from the last explosion. Guts, now dark and dried, had been flung across the rocks like meat confetti. A smear of intestines hung limply over a jagged outcrop like some grotesque banner.
Yuuta looked past it all, though. His mind was already leaving behind the death and destruction.
"...Now, where the fuck am I?" he muttered.
The sky was almost too bright, a canvas of harsh blue stretched over the cliffs with not a cloud in sight. The sun blazed down like a spotlight, as if even the world wanted to see what this weird little frog would do next. Yuuta squinted and lifted his webbed hand over his eyes, attempting to block the sun’s glare.
That’s when he paused.
"Oh right. I’m a frog," he muttered.
His thick green fingers looked comically small shielding his wide-ass amphibian face. "Dammit."
A moment of silence passed. Then, he sighed. It wasn’t just the sun. Everything about this body still felt wrong. He could feel the thick slime on his skin starting to dry out in the heat. His throat was parched. His legs still ached from crawling. Even his magic-fueled euphoria was starting to wear off, revealing the dull exhaustion that clung to his tiny limbs like a second skin.
But still, he was alive. Alive and dangerous. And that meant the world could go screw itself if it thought he was going to curl up and die somewhere.