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Loud gunshot in the distance... Me: He's at it again. Time to read!

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MC: there's gotta be some ancient super weapons in there! Me a certified American dumbass: Glock 18 with a drum mag?

Look boys, I didn't come here for a life changing story. I came here to watch another Isekai protagonist beat people over the head with his finely crafted chairs and I'll be damned if I let cliche get in the way of that.

If I had a bar I would buy 30 of those chairs in the event of a brawl. People knock out quickly and they're extremely durable.

Some random isekai dude: Makes a cypress stick Me: "It's been fine knowing you gentlemen, but we have reached the point of no return"

wow, that's some high level exploitation right there. I'm honestly amazed that this boy has just streamlined it in such a way that makes corporations envious.

Is he just going to destroy humanity while keeping a good alignment? Cause that would make a fine meal out of this manga.

Even the gods be like: Bruh our hero is such a cuck, get rid of em.

Is nobody gonna talk about how this boy is probably going to get real smart real quick if he ever decides to try? His sage ability and ghost read is gonna singularity if he ever chooses that route.

That last page man... Awoo!

Oh, ohohoho~ Time watch another ship set sail.

Whelp, he's dead. Didn't think I'd see a food wars moment so long after food wars.

Jesus, those tights hold back a powerful set of thighs and our boy is still holding himself together. Wonderful.

That zipper on her first shirt is an MVP holding all that Gyaru in there.

And thus our hero of questionable morals and intent sets off on a grand quest that I have seen few others take with such focus and dedication.

This has some serious Konosuba energy....

I have to ask at this point. Why is everybody in this comment section either incredibly in love with this or spiting it to the lowest pits of oblivion. To the first, I kindly ask that you keep it in your pants and your private browsing window. The latter, why are you here, are you masochists? I...

Appraisal is a poor man's way to godhood. But really though? Ugly? Ugly is that red haired trash pile we call bitch. Not a small fluffy-headed cat/wolf girl.