Chapter 40: Ten Trips to Power: The Buffoon Ascends
The tension was heavy. The air was... breathing. And Finn was scared shitless.
He clung to the demon chicken’s leg as it flapped through the sky, his body swinging below like a poorly made plushie in a tornado.
Finn squeezed his eyes shut, took a shaky breath, then opened them and started climbing.
Every movement was pure terror. But he pushed forward anyway.
He didn’t survive this far just to give up now—not after Chestelle offering to finger his urethra, getting molested by mimic chests, emotionally wrecked by a grandma forcing him to admit his embarrassing moments, mentally derailed by his past, groped by a horny elf, and dragged around by a goddess who weighed like three sins and a side of trauma.
No. Finn was not about to let some oversized satanic poultry fly off with the damn head.
Fueled by spite and emotional damage, he started climbing faster up the piss-colored leg.
As he got higher, he began to hear bickering from above—until one very familiar, very pissed-off voice cut through the wind.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, YOU PENIS HORNS!"
Finn grinned. Beard Man. Still alive and still screaming profanity like a old pissed grumpy grandpa.
It filled him with determination.