Where am I? Why is everything so dark? Am I… dead?
Wait, nevermind, I'm just trapped in a dark, dank cave filled with dangerous creatures in a magical world with Skills and Levels. I’ll have to fight through friendly monsters that want to eat me, insane Dark Elves, and a stereotypically evil empire led by a stereotypically evil God King just to get the heck to the surface– all that as a blob made out of purple goo.
Well, anyways, I’m starving. Is there anything to eat around here? Seriously, I could scarf down a whole village!
This is for people who like stupid forced comedy. The dialogue between the characters is so childish and most of it is not even needed. It makes you think that this novel is strictly for kids. It's just useless banter that in no way supports the story, other than trying to make it more "funny". I say funny like that because it's not really funny and it kind of kills the story. The "villains" in the novel are all brainless, it makes you wonder how they can get anything done managing the kingdom with how dumb they act. So far every "villain" was as stupid as the last. It also kills me how the "villains" seem to have a hero comples when they are clearly the ones who want to rape and murder people. Like I must stop all evil, but after I kill and rape the people In this village. An example of an attempt to be funny but its really just a dumb interaction with two people in the bad faction talking to a necromancer.
“Where is it?” the first Dark Elf asked.
“The Onyx Vanguard, Zoreth, ” Kazil greeted him. “You’re too late. The ritual is complete, and the subject has escaped. Tell your God King that you’ve failed.”
Zoreth crossed his arms. “Hrmph, if you think we’ll be leaving this place empty-handed, Necromancer, you are very much mistaken.”
“Yes, ” the second man said, nodding. “Because we’ll be taking you with us.”
“That’s right. We’ll—” Zoreth started.
But the second man continued. “And when we capture you, you’ll wish we killed you instead.”
“Right, and—”
“Since we’ll be torturing you for information.”
“Uh, yes, Brim.” Zoreth stared at his companion. “Anyway—”
“For information about the ritual that only you know.”
Zoreth pursed his lips. He waited for Brim to continue. When Brim said nothing, Zoreth opened his mouth. “W—”
“The ritual which brought an Arcslime back to life.”
“...”
“Because you are a Necromancer, and Arcslimes are evil!”
“Oh, for f**k’s sake, ” Zoreth sighed. “Just do your job already, Brim.”
Kazil spread his arms wide as a black energy permeated around him. “You will not be taking me today!” he bellowed.
And they took him that day.
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