Look, I’m enjoying this series, I really am,
but every time I see the legs on these wolves I can’t help but notice they look like they have broken bones. Canine legs just don’t work like that.
The slapstick comedy is insane and yet what slaps me the hardest is when the art suddenly gets REAL good.
I’m probably enjoying this way more than I should be.
I don’t understand him at all and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Not being to tell what he’s thinking or predict what he’ll do next is such a fresh depart from the same ol’ characters and cliché routine. Don’t get me wrong, that’s all fine too, but I like something unique every now and again. As a treat, y’know?
his "real" version seems like those likeable villains- you know those types that are fully open about being genocidal-narcissistic maniacs but you still can't help liking coz they're so charismatic and their motive somehow makes sense lmao. Also judging by the title, author used inspo from greek myth and those stories are full of twists and turns.
I see you all crying that it has ended, and yet, you all sound so happy. Truly a great sign of a simple good read.
Never read a horror manga that actually scared me before, so I cannot understate how embarrassed I felt getting straight up jumpscared by that guy just now…
Anyway, I’ve never wanted to be a ball of konjac before, so I guess chapter 68 gave me TWO new experiences. What do you know?
I adore the character progression of; “welp, cat’s out of the bag, they know I love ‘em so I may as well be honest from here”
I didn’t realise the whole squirting thing was a whole ass subplot
…we better get a satisfying ending for it.
To those of you who are mad at Seiichiro for doing something so risky to his health at this point, I feel you, but please remember what kind of person he is.
He was given a task to complete, he made a plan, but the deadline is approaching. He is about as desperate to see it through before he can “clock out” as Aresh is in getting to him first.
The sudden improvement in the art style for that special chapter was somehow very satisfying—even after the ill paced and unrelenting plot points.
It’s not an awful story, really. It simply suffers from being rushed, expositioning too much at once and not dedicating enough time to solidify one idea in the readers mind before moving on to the next
The panel of his strained and tensed hand leading into a panel where his hand is relaxed, laying softly at the other guy’s back? Somehow, that alone made it feel way worth keeping up with all of this.