Chapter 52: So, Do I Just Trip the Demon god?
Arsenio stared at Finn like the man had just insulted his entire bloodline.
The audacity!
"You... can’t be serious."
Finn nodded with conviction, doubling down. "I am so, so serious."
Chestelle watched him with gleaming excitement, as if he were about to punch fate in the throat. Lickthorn stared at him like a piece of meat she planned to chew on slowly. And Majestria? She smirked—just for a second—then wiped it off like it never happened when Finn turned her way.
He gestured dramatically to himself. "I mean, look at me. I’ve got no mana. According to you guys. My divine gift is tripping people. I can now apparently move furniture with my mind. Oh—and I’m carrying enough trauma to start a podcast."
"So tell me—what the hell am I supposed to do against a demon god? Trip him down the stairs? Feng shui his evil lair? Rearrange his cursed bookshelf by color? Maybe I’ll summon the power of mild inconvenience. Give him a paper cut. Haunt him with spam mail from a fake prince asking for gold."
Lickthorn let out a soft giggle. Chestelle clapped once. Just once. And said absolutely nothing, because that was her brand. Even Majestria cracked again—lips twitching—but pretended to be aggressively uninterested in his existence.
Arsenio sighed so hard it sounded like he aged ten years mid-exhale.
"You do realize this affects everyone," he said, rubbing his hand down his face like he was trying to erase the conversation. "Including you."
Finn gasped, eyes wide. "R-Really?!"
Then immediately grinned. "Yeah, still not my problem. I’m sure somebody will handle it. Me? I’ve already punched in my hours. I need to fix my junk and go straight into early retirement. Spa day. Maybe a nap."