Chapter 9: Trip God Rises (and Immediately Falls)
All eyes in the guild turned to Finn and Majestria the moment they stepped inside—like they were two feral crackheads that walked into a gas station.
Finn stood there, panting, hoodie half-shredded, mentally on the brink of a full system shutdown. He glanced down at himself and winced. Still torn from the slime. Embarrassed, he yanked off the ruined hoodie and tried to act like he wasn’t two seconds from sobbing into the floor.
Majestria, on the other hand, rose to her feet with royal flair—smoothing out her hair like she was about to walk a runway. She adjusted her dress with a graceful flick that made her divine bazoongas bounce like some gacha character idle animation.
As Finn walked forward nervously—like a kindergartener on the first day of school—Majestria glided behind him like she owned the entire building.
While a few eyes flicked to Finn, most were on her.
Majestria smirked to herself. "Hmph. They simply can’t handle the beauty of a goddess," she muttered.
But then—
"Why is she barefoot...?"
"Ew. It’s probably all swampy under there."
"Her hair’s the same color as piss. You think she’s with that piss guy?"
"I mean, she’s hot, but she definitely gives off ’would curse your bloodline’ energy."