I am aware that the deeper the ML digs his own grave, the higher he has to climb - that's a nice trope and all.
But to begin with, if we start in the devils basement and the ascent takes like, half a chapter, it reveals itself as a shallow trope, yes?
Right out of the gate he admits:
- you covered me from grievous harm (which I am rather immune to, but thanks for trying)
- wow, your ability is so useful, I should just start breeding you ASAP to harvest benefits
- you're plain and maybe I am stressing you out every minute of the day, but at least I am nice to look at, that should suffice for your troubles
- if all else fails, I could always just force you to be my wife / mistress / breeding mare
My man is standing in a trench already and shows indications of wanting to dig some more.
Our FL plotting to keep the king away from more bad karma (hunting competition) NO MATTER WHAT, what's a few broken bones?
Also, my condolences to her contingency plan (Jade, the poor bastard)
Maybe it's just me and my delusions, but it feels as if the author is baiting me with glimpses of her being the one to introduce predators to prey fear... but then not delivering.
And I WANT SO SEE IT
...so I keep on reading
Barely reaches my knee! Could be a tiny assassin!
Maybe he needs some valerian drops. The ladies for sure can procure some.
Love how he goes through with the Captain Commander.
Also love how thugs have entirely reasonable outburst about it.
Okay so she can reattach her head no problem, healing powers yay, but sore feet in the wrong shoes is like, the limit?
I mean, I am open to reasoning as to why, but just putting this setting out there, hoping it does its thing...uhm (like, come on, just say the healing power only activates for grievous injury and a blister doesn't cut it or something but don't just forget about it ^^)
Oh no please do NOT kill her, we have no idea yet what might happen, so far she acted as if everyone who got "cursed" on the day she returned was a "side-effect"
Can't we just ... put her somewhere and throw away the key...?
At this point, if Hyo-un gets issues to never ever get seperated for even a minute: bro has got a damn LIST of things that went wrong as soon as Taehyuk so much as left his sight.
Dear Taehyuk: make the guy your bodyguard or assistant or royal carrier of the phone, I don't care, managers grow in colleges, dragon mates are a little harder to procure ACT like it
At this rate we're gonna have a mermaid bubbles situation on our hands if Pado keeps putting his life energy in posing as a stone and Haeul runs out of konpeito
Unfortunately he didn't exactly plead for a happy ever after but only for a chance to clear that mistake he made up, huh
Doesn't look up for Petty Stone Face Pado (don't mean to invalidate his heartbreak but he went the petty route afterwards with his whole chest and some neck for good measure)
*smiffs*
Yes, the art is pretty but it was so original before... my heart bleeds a little imagining what events must have taken place to arrive at this.
"wow, did you have a bad night?" (sucker punches vengeful spirits)
Spends 2 weeks of hard work to cleanse and fortify her bedroom, wakes up in his: "is this another reincarnation? Hell this time?!"
If one more person mistakes her totem as a dildo I'm going on a journey. [Going on for several panels: severe misunderstandings regarding the inherent power of woodcarvings and BIGGER IS BETTER]
Really got him with "QUOTA", "DELAY" and "DEADLINE" like the summoning spell for a middle management nervous breakdown
[Facepalms with abandon]
You put her in a time loop that puts her right at the beginning where you two meet and she does everything, EVERYthing EVERYTHING except wake you up, up to and including killing herself and you CANNOT TAKE THAT HINT
Like, Bro, wouldn't that be the point to say alright, I'm up and awake and I'm gonna slink away quietly so that she maybe has a little motivation to stay alive until lets say...supper.
I will keep on reading this for the elder dragon lady who just did not sign up for this adolescent shitshow of guys who need to grow an anterior insular cortex right next to some balls.
*massages temples*
Is that his next best bet? Fortune telling?
I mean, he is a go getter, solving his debts with that tight deadline while he has to short out that whole shebang, but still. A fortune teller?
Bro, you ain't got a tight grip on why or how you're there. How about you tell your own fortune, for a start.
Family? Family can be you, your mother, the guy your mother is married with, and the grandfather that fathered you and your brother that might be actually the son of the guy your mother's married to.
At this point, I'm thoroughly confused about the family relations between her child and the guy who attacked her first. I think he might lose his marbles if he has to call her baby uncle.
gangster uncle, please buff out BEFORE you retaliate
... alright, so next up:
how to foster your biblically correct angel (genetic experiment) for dummies:
Step 1. You MIGHT think that's too many eyes, but in fact...!
Step 2. How hard can socializing from scratch be?
Step 3. Forgot about potty training and now we have all these bodies
Step 4. BALANCED. DIET.
as of ch.7 I am convinced NEITHER of the 2 has all their ducks in a row.