Dragged to Another World… and I Took the Goddess with me!

Finn blinked.

"The what now...?" he muttered, like it had just insulted his GPA.

Majestria raised a brow. "What did it say?"

Finn stood there like a medieval loading screen, gears turning slowly, brain buffering.

’The Rearranger...?’ he thought. Sounds cool. Kinda mysterious. Rearranger of what, though? Molecules? History? Boobs?

Then, the voice spoke again.

[The Rearranger: User is able to move furniture with their mind. Limit capacity: Can only move a few objects before brain becomes too exhausted to function.]

Finn’s soul deflated.

His eye twitched. Veins pulsed in his temple. Somewhere in the cosmos, a violin string snapped out of sheer disappointment.

"What the HELL am I supposed to do with that?!"

’Rearrange the furniture’? What am I—an Ikeaers Ghostbuster?! He grit his teeth. "Oh no, there’s a demon lord in the castle, better scoot his ottoman slightly to the left!"

But then...