Santo: Well, sorry apout the couple weekends without a post. Stuff came up and we got busy. I'll be busy next weekend, so expect the next chapter next monday.

Hero: Yeah, the gap this time was mostly my fault. My bad.

Santo: Also, was hoping someone would ask, but I'll drop a hint anyways. The Office Story posts have a gimmick. If you figure it out, gold star and feel free to brag, just please don't ruin it for anyone else. Seriously, it's not that difficult to figure it out.

Hero: Oh well, back to the chaos. And really, this next new arc is just filled with Chaos.

Santo: Silly Hero, there is no Chaos. Merely spontaneous whimsy!


Chapter 4 - God's Blessing on this Wonderful World 1

Hero P.O.V.

There was an echoing snap as we fell into the new world. I slid back until I bumped into Santo's back and took a moment to take in our surroundings. Normally, I wouldn't worry since we can only drop in on Junction Points, but our last operation showed that our dumb operators could find a Junction Point in the middle of a battlefield and drop us off there for shits and giggles, so nowhere was safe.

Speaking of lacking safety, I saw the great wall surrounding the rather low tech city and very fervently began to pray. "Not Attack on Titan, not Attack on Titan, not Attack on Titan."

"Not The Wheel of Time, not The Wheel of Time, not The Wheel of Time." Santo joined me in prayer that we were not in a dystopian death world.

"Mommy, what's with those two weirdos?" A small child pointed at us, oddly chanting in the middle of the street.

"They're Adventurers honey, don't look. They're all weirdos." The mother ushered her child away from us.

"Whoo. Not Attack on Titan!" I cheered. Santo deflated behind me, so this probably wasn't whatever death world he was worrying about either. However, the child's statement suddenly hit me. "Shit, this is probably an isekai world."

Santo twisted around and grabbed my shoulder in a vice grip. "No."

I reached behind my back and grabbed the, definitely-was-not-there-a-moment-ago mission folder and opened it up. "Eeyep, definitely an isekai world."

"No."

"Blah, blah, blah, Class:A. What are we doing in an A-class line? Whatever. Let's see. Deviation are some long convoluted paragraphs. Where's the conclusion? There it is. Monsters in area are too strong. Mission objective, escort targets to mission parameter. Huh, simple enough."

I heard the dull slap of Santo's hand on his face. "I freaking hate escort missions."

"Okay, let's see who the mission targets are… oh god…" I barely managed to keep a grip on the folder. Mostly because I knew it would disappear into the aether if I did and I really didn't want Santo bitching at me about not reading all the intel again.

"Why, what's up?" he said in a resolute monotone.

"So good news and bad news and dumb news," I said in false cheer. "What order do you want it in?"

Santo's left eye twitched. "Dumb, bad, and good."

"Our targets are absolute idiots. They're probably going to be more harm than help. And finally, this world isn't that bad. Like, it's a 6 on terms of the danger scale," I managed to say that last bit with a touch of genuine cheer. "7 if we were on the front lines. Which we won't be."

"That silver lining lacks polish," Santo growled.

"Well, second good news. Mission intel actually gave us a starting map. So I know where we're going." I pointed down the street. "Thataway, towards the guild."

I started down the street and tossed the mission folder over my shoulder. A swoosh of air and Santo's loud curse told me it disintegrated before he could grab it.

It was the little things in life.


"Welcome Santo, to the Axel Adventurer's Guild." I gestured grandly to the inside of the building.

Santo looked around at the (slightly run down) wooden structure, the brightly lit interior, the few trees and cheerful though nonetheless tastefully restrained decoration with a gimlet eye. "It looks like a festive shithole."

"Oh come on, don't be like that. It could be worse, we could be in an actual medieval setting. At least this place has enough magic and bullshit to have light bulbs and indoor plumbing."

"You're right, it, at the very least, does not stink of shit and piss." He turned the glare on me. "Just of stale sweat and masses for whom the words 'personal hygiene' have probably not been fuckin' invented yet."

"Just pretend we're back at ComicCon." I grinned. Not even Santo's forced pessimism could bring down my high at his misery.

Santo had a whole body shudder. "Never again."

"Anyway. Let's go get registered as Adventurers. I think we need skill cards or something." I knew we needed them, I was just unsure if the guild supplied them or not. Not that Santo needed to know that I was working off anything but perfect intel. He'd bitch and moan about everything anyways.

Thankfully, the guild didn't seem that busy. An attractive blonde woman, with way too much cleavage showing to be professional, greeted us. "Welcome to the Adventurer's Guild, my name is Luna. I haven't seen the two of you before. Are you here to post a mission?"

"How does her shirt stay on her?" Santo whispered, thankfully low enough that only I heard him. I ignored him, firmly, lest my gaze be pulled down by his words.

"No. We're here to register as Adventurers." I did my best to keep eye contact, well, after a quick initial glance.

"Gravity is a thing isn't it?"

"Oh wonderful. If you could fill these out and pay the initial fee. We can get you started." Luna cheerfully handed us our paperwork.

"Could it be a natural law of the world that they have a slight gravitational pull? Just enough to counteract the planet's gravity?"

"I can get this done for the both of us, but could you give my friend Santo here the beginner's speech. I was trained by a retired adventurer so I know the gist, but well." I looked over at Santo and took a good look at his clothes looking for an excuse. He was dressed in hunting leathers, well, what a JRPG thought hunting leathers looked like, complete with tricorn hat and way too many belts.

I leaned in to whisper to Luna, "He's a noble you know. Fifth son, he thought he was not going to inherit shit, so he decided that he was better off going on an adventure and making a fortune. Sadly, his parents are actually going to leave him a lot of land and shit, so they never trained him for adventures. All combat, no survival skills. They told me to take him on a few, and bring him back. You know, so he can have stuff to talk about at all those dumb noble parties.

Santo's eyes snapped away from Luna's chest. "Wait what?"

"Oh. Oh, of course." Luna gave Santo the full customer service smile. That one that is just between contempt and pity. "I can give Mr. Santo a quick briefer, but I would like him to read this as well."

Luna handed me a pamphlet which I gave to Santo. The words Adventuring for Dummies was blazened on the top. The word 'dummies' had been hastily scratched out and was replaced with the word 'Nobles.'

Santo looked up from the pamphlet with a glare that could bore a hole through rock. His expression shifted to an angelic smile, and spoke with a saccharine tone. "Thank you, I'd be happy to hear what someone with so much experience has to say. I find that those such as yourself, who have been working for a significant length of time, are often fonts of immense wisdom."

Luna's smile became a touch more brittle. "Well, Adventurers take quests here at the guild. The guild supplies intel–"

I started to tune out the exposition dump at this point. I could tell Santo was listening though, since any time he opened his mouth to say something, Luna's smile grew just a tad bit more brittle.

Well, I guess I should do this paper work. Name, easy enough. And… that's about it for the required portions. Man, this city was really trusting. I rustled around in my pockets and found a pouch filled with coins and laid the correct amount on the desk. It was always nice of The Company to give us some local currency.

Luna took the paperwork and money, filed it and handed both Santo and me an ID card, all while finishing up her bitter exposition to Santo who summarized the entire speech for my benefit.

"In summary, Adventurers go out and complete jobs, the Guild takes a cut. I'll put my hand on this magical orb thingamajig that will magically read my stats and abilities, and after that I'll be certified to go out and kill monsters and outlaws for profit and the Greater Good. Correct?"

Luna's smile was so brittle that I was afraid she'd leap over the desk and strangle Santo. I think he was actually starting to get to her, because she quietly and angrily muttered, "Mostly for profit."

"Blood Money does make the world go 'round," Santo muttered, making Luna's eyebrow twitch.

I sighed. "Santo, put your hand on the orb, before she tries to kill you."

"Alright, alright, geez." He slapped his hand on top of the orb unceremoniously.

The elaborate orb glowed briefly before laser etching his name and stats onto his guild card.

Luna picked it up and gave it a quick glance. She raised a hand to her mouth in surprise. "Oh, these are quite the high stats. You'll have quite an array for your occupat—Oh dear."

The cut off there and frown on Luna's face quickly set off alarm bells.

Santo merely raised an eyebrow and waited, judgingly.

"Um… it seems like there was a small malfunction. Your occupation has already been chosen, let me reset that for you." She fiddled with the card for a while, before frowning. "This is highly unusual, it seems that it's stuck. And, well, it's a class that I've never seen before." There was a moment of indecision on her face. She couldn't quite decide on whether to be worried or amazed.

Santo raised a hand up and Luna carefully placed the card on his palm. He looked it over before finding the occupation line and reading it aloud. "Gunner. I guess that makes sense."

"Of course it does." I sighed. Even in a world without gunpowder, Santo would find a way to get a gun. "Well, I guess I should go next."

I placed my hand over the orb and let it read my stats. Kind of tickled.

"And the same problem." Luna actually looked a little worried now. "I hope the orb isn't broken."

I picked up my own card. "And Monk. Well, probably what I would have chosen anyways."

"Oh, but you would have been much better off as a Mage or a Priest." Luna sighed disappointed. "Your intelligence and magic stats are quite high whereas your physical stats are only just above average."

Santo's snickering mocked me and my life choices. "I do keep telling you to go to the gym with me."

"I'm just… going to go put my skill points in." I evaded the backhanded charity.

"Right right, I'll be at the bar getting drunk~." Santo said, glancing through his own list.

"Dude, it's…" I looked over at the clock. "Oh, it's actually almost five."

"Add dinner to that drink!" Santo cheered as he walked off to the guild cafeteria.

"Dude!" I called out affronted by his glib.

"I'm a clueless Noble, remember?" Santo called back with a shit-eating grin. "That means that you're the one in charge!"

"You… I…Arghabahgahgur." I muttered angrish as I failed to think up an argument before Santo was out of earshot.

It was probably best that I was in charge, but that didn't mean I had to like it.

Fine, I'll do the important stuff, while Santo goes and gets blasted.

First things first. I need to ponder my skills. I couldn't really recall how Konosuba worked that well, but I was fairly sure I'd find my skills to be straightforward and they were, for the first few.

Unarmed Combat was already unlocked so I unlocked Iron Body first.

Awesome, I could skip conditioning.

I was debating on whether or not to take a weapon proficiency when I started scrolling down. There were a lot more skills than I thought there would be.

Wait, why is Rider Kick a skill?

As I maxed that skill, I had to wonder. Is this a normal Monk skill in this world? Or is it because I'm an offworlder?

Oh well. Hopefully, these weird skills are the ones I'm thinking of and not something else. I'd hate to have wasted skill points on a Rider Kick that required me to be on a horse or something.

Hopefully, we could have some time to test out our skills before being thrown into the deep end. A nice calm day, without any weirdness would be a god sent.

The thunderclap of gunfire and the sudden deafening silence that followed killed any hope in my soul.


Santo P.O.V.

I'll give it to this isekai world, at least the beer didn't taste like piss. Yes, the vaguely chicken nugget looking things tasted nothing like chicken. If I were a betting man, I would put my money on snake. I took a swig of the lager to clear my throat. "Oi, barkeep! What're these fried things made of?"

"Cockatrice!" he called back without even turning to look at me.

Cockatrice…rooster head, scaly body…checks out.

I popped another one in my mouth as I selected the 'Summon Blunderbuss' skill. Should also pick up 'Point Blank' and 'Mighty Shot'…how the hell do you make a shot 'Mighty' anyway? Ooooh! 'Mutiny guns!'

The stench of stale sweat got significantly more pungent, thoroughly ruining the beginnings of my good mood.

"Hey Ben, look at this, fresh meat," said olfactory offense number one.

"Where does a newbie get off flashing all that money around, Hanz?" said olfactory offense number two. "He should spread some of that around, for good relations, with uh, his seniorships."

"Yeah, seniorships," Number one said.

Aaah yes, the hazing. Time-honored tradition of cutthroat brigands adventurers preying on the fresh meat. Well, there was an easy and simple way to deal with that.

I forced myself not to breathe too deeply, and took a swig of my beer. "Gentlemen, you stand at one of the most important crossroads of your life. Before you are two choices; if you pick the first, you walk away right this instant, and never bother me again. If you pick the other, you are carried out with holes the size of my fist through all of your extremities. Whichever road you choose, doesn't matter to me. But make your choice quickly," I said without dignifying them by looking at them, and popped another cockatrice nugget in my mouth.

"Does the wannabe-noble think he is a Monk?"

"No, that'd be my friend over here." I pointed at Hero, who is clearly still agonizing over spending his skill points. "I'm a Gunner."

"Hey Hanz," one of them, Ben, presumably, whispered. "What's a Gunnuh'?"

"Means I use a gun," I answered before Hanz could.

"...What's uhh…what's a gun?" Hanz asked, scratching his head and forcing me to move my drink out of the path of his falling dandruff.

"It's like a bow, but it spits out thunder and puts a hole the size of my fist through whatever's annoying me. I'd demonstrate, but then I'd get blood on my coat and all over the ground. And it's always a pain to mop up blood."

By the mulish look on Hanz and Ben, I deduced I was going to have to shoot some kneecaps to get my point across.

"Ooooh! A Gunner! I haven't seen one of those in a long time!" I turned and saw a short, svelte girl leaning against the counter. She had bright silver hair and vibrant violet eyes, because fantastical anime color palette I guess. She was pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way, her beauty marred by a ragged scar on her right cheek that trailed past her jaw and into her neck. And frankly, while she wasn't wearing much, she had the legs and figure to pull off the hot pants, tube top, and crop jacket.

Ben and Hanz turned to look at her. "You know this asshole, Chris?"

"Nah," Chris said with a sly grin. "I just remember seeing a Gunner a long time ago. Hey, what say you to showing off a bit?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

Her grin widened as she pointed. Turning to follow her finger, I saw that someone had set up what looked like a straw scarecrow with a sloppily painted target on its center mass.

Well, an opportunity like this does not come often.

I stood from my stool, slowly, doing my best to put on an air of quiet menace that made Ben and Hanz back the hell off. I shoved my hands into my front pockets and started walking, planting my heel to create a dull 'thud' and turning my heel with each step to force the spurs on my boots to clink and jingle, conversation around me started to die away as people wondered what the hell I was up to.

I planted myself thirty feet away from the scarecrow and squared my shoulders. For a moment, I felt the urge to whistle that song from The Good, The Bad and the Ugly, but ultimately decided against it. I threw my coat back, and hovered my hand above the exposed empty holster. I could feel the tension of those around me ratcheting up as they instinctively felt; something was coming.

When I judged that tension had reached its peak, I made a drawing motion, activated the "Summon pistol," "Accurate shot" and "Mighty shot" skills, as I leaned back and squeezed the trigger.

A thunderous BOOM resonated through the room, a hole with the circumference of my upper arm blooming into being on the target, an explosion of powdered straw, pulverized wood and shards of lead peppering the wall behind it.

Through the ringing in my ears, I could discern that all conversation had ceased in the building. Ignoring the acrid cloud of blue smoke, I straightened my back, twirled the gun by the trigger guard three times, and holstered it smoothly, where it proceeded to disappear into motes of blue light.

I walked back to the bar, sat on my stool, and popped another nugget in my mouth.

This broke whatever spell held everyone at bay, and people started cheering.

It wasn't long before I was swarmed by the people in the cafeteria, Hanz and Ben having made themselves scarce. That didn't really improve the smell, but with everyone being eager to buy the new guy with the cool class a drink, it wasn't long before I stopped caring about the general lack of hygiene.

After an hour or two, the little celebration had turned into a not so little celebration, and I found myself accidentally being the life of the party.

"So there I was," I said with a grin, then chugged what was left of my…not sure which glass of beer I was at, but I chugged the rest of it anyway. "Pushed into a corner, outnumbered, nearly out of ammo, nothing to my name except my ax and three boys, not old enough to have to shave their whiskers."

I hiccuped and absently accepted another beer and chugged half of it. "Killed the hundreth demon, or so it felt like. And the battlefield falls to silence. I think for a moment, perhaps this is it? Perhaps we'll have a reprieve. But then one of the boys goes and says…It."

"It?" Some dumb blond dude inadvertantly set me up.

I looked around at my audience, before speaking in a tone as somber as death itself. "Looks like that was all of them."

All the adventurers hiss in unison. One particularly ugly motherfucker even booed at the broken taboo. I emptied the glass, was handed another, and took a moment to empty that one too. Someone handed me another one again, and I took a few sips to wet my whistle. Weird, the last few didn't taste like beer, but they burned good on the way down, so who cares?

"And what do you knows, not two seconds after he says that, twos more demons come schmashing in. But these werens't your runs-of-the-mill wrank-and-file, these guys were vranguards. Equippeshed with a magik shield!" I chugged the rest of my drink, and accepted the next. "I used one of my last three bulleshs, and it pings right off his shields. They lays turns to me, and shtarted spewin' fire rights outta their mouth. Doing a good job of meltin' the wall I wash usin' for cover."

Someone hiccuped, it might have been me.

"Sho I tell the kids. 'Oi! Start insulting them!' And the kids bein' kids are all like 'Why?'. Sho I tells them I do. 'You might hurt their feelin's dumbass!' While hefin' my ax!"

A number of the more drunk people in the audience roared with laughter, which had me laughing, because on second thought, that was pretty funny wasn't it?

"Sho ones of these vanguards demons gets angry at the kidshs an' starts spewin' fire at them, whish is good, cause that means lesh fire on me. Sho I preppered my ax, gettin' ready to charge out and kill the f'ker in melee. I waited until there wash a lull in the fires, cause he had t' breathe in y'see." I took another pull of whatever was in the glass to wet my throat. "Sho I jumped ou' of cover into a charge, ready t' close in, t' tears that demon's head right off, I was gunna stab the ax into the demon's neck and then kill the other one. Trustin' my trusty chest piece t' keep me alive through the demon's fire. It was gonna be glorious! Only t' see that ashhole over there standin' over the corpse of the demons, stabbdemened back while I had kept them occu-occupieo-...Biushy!"

I pointed at the asshole in question, putting Hero on the spot while I drank what was left in the glass and accepted another. "He jushts stands there and tells me, 'Balladshs of your heroicus death will have't'wai'. Balladshs! 'E kept me from my GLORIOUS DEATH dammit! Didn't even 'poligize!"

Another glass was pushed into my hands as I saw Hero get swarmed, only for that swarm to immediately disperse.

Someone set up a few more targets for me to shoot, so I did, to thunderous applause, or I at least assumed there was applause, shooting guns indoors causes hardness of hearing, or something. Someone healed my eardrums thankfully.

I continued to regale the patrons with tales of Hero's and my escapades, roughly edited to fit into the medieval fantasy bullshit of the world. And I kept getting free food and drink out of it. Overall, it was a pretty nice evening, and since Hero didn't tell me to hold back, I could at least be relatively certain that I could take tomorrow to recuperate.

There was a bit of an altercation later in the evening when a bunch of idiots started sexually harassing the girls at the guild. So I bashed a few skulls with the butt of a blunderbuss, and the evening became a bit of a blur after that.


Interlude - The Gleeful Goddess (in Disguise)

Chris was really glad to see that the higher ups had sent two Fixers. The day that one of the Goddesses of Fate that owed her a favor had sent her a memo that the World Line was off tilt, Eris had immediately sent a form for intervention. She thought that it would get ignored, or that she'd not hear anything for three months and someone would show up too late and it would be twice as hard to fix things than prevent them going wrong in the first place!

However, it would seem her request was made during a blue moon because they sent people right away.

Okay, so maybe the two Fixers were a little eccentric. The Gunner was drunkenly regaling the guild with tales of past battles, filtered as adventures, and the Monk just dully staring at his partner with a deadpan expression, but she could tell that two of them had some experience.

The Monk nearly caught her picking his pocket and the Gunner almost took her head off with that reflexive bayonet summon. Thankfully, he was too busy scolding Darkness to see her duck behind the audience catcalling around them.

Okay, so they would take care of the problem. And judging by how the Monk kept alternating between watching his partner and looking at a certain green clad Adventurer, Chris knew exactly what she needed to do. She just needed to make sure the Fixers could go along with the right party.

(Because of course, if anyone would doom the world by accident it would be Aqua-senpai and Kazuma.)

Chris grinned as the crowd roared in laughter at another one of Santo's ridiculous tales. Now, she should probably start with the easiest person to convince. She had seen Santo send Darkness out of the Guild Hall like a child in time out, which she did without complaint after the embarrassing scolding Santo gave her.

Chris was slipping past the increasingly rowdy adventurers when she bumped into someone. The thief had a brief moment of shock before it turned into horror once she saw who she bumped into.

Aqua-senpai drunkenly twirled away from the thief with a gleeful shout. Twirled right into the Gunner's line of fire as he was lining up another showy exhibition of his class skills.

Eris had the brief thought that she would be seeing Aqua-senpai back in Heaven really early before she saw the drunk Goddess gracefully duck and throw up a fan in place of her head.

"Nature's Blessing!"

The bullet harmlessly blasted through the center of the fan and the earthbound Goddess just cheered, completely ignorant of her near death experience.

"Oi!" The Gunner said as he loomed over the prone Goddess, before leaning back when he started to tip forward. "Dat'waz verry dongarou-dangerio-bad! You have t' tell me before I shoot scho I can aim right! Now do it again! With both fans!"

"I can even do rainbows!" Aqua threw up a fan that let out a little spout of water with a tiny rainbow that hovered above it.

The Gunner glared down at her for a few seconds, before scooping her up onto his shoulder. "PROJECT THE RAINBOW! TASTE THE RAINBOW!"

Chris just blinked as the Fixer and goddess proceeded to move to the bar and started a drinking contest. That was lucky. It looked like Aqua-senpai was getting along just fine with the Gunner. Good. That was one down.

The cool air of the evening was a relief from the heated party. Chris smiled as she turned to her left and looked down. Darkness was huddled into a little embarrassed ball as she quietly wailed about how this wasn't the embarrassment she wanted.

Just like old times.

"So… that seemed like an embarrassing moment." Chris couldn't help but grin as Darkness just curled into a tighter ball. "What did you do? He treated you like a child… and not in the fun way you seem to like."

"Chris!" Darkness finally looked at her. Her face was bright red and shining with betrayal. She pouted. Adorable. "I just wanted to see what a gunshot would feel like. I even offered to keep my armor on, just in case!" Darkness huffed as if that was a reasonable offer.

Oh dear. Of course she did. Well, it had been a while since Chris could offer her friend sage advice. What kind of Goddess would she be if she didn't give her followers the occasional gem of wisdom.

"You know, there's a reason why he refused to shoot you." Chris said as she took a seat next to a sulking Darkness. "Gunners…Gunners are brutal, but they were always taught to direct their brutality."

Darkness perked up as she spoke.

"You know, I know of Gunners, they're pretty rare now. The class has some fairly hefty requirements, but the most important one is that the person has to be utterly ruthless. They were often described as having ice water instead of blood." Darkness' eyes were shining with intrigue and curiosity. "You know, I read about this war that happened a long, looooooong time ago. Gunners were a lot more common back then according to the book, and hundreds of them fought on either side.

"It was said that the thunder of their massed guns scythed through entire formations of warriors as if they were wheat, with the lucky ones dying instantly."

"The lucky ones died!?" Darkness interrupted with a yelp, her face red and her breathing rapid.

"Yes!" Chris said, inching away from her excited follower. "You see, Gunners' shots ripped arms and legs completely off, leaving behind jagged bone and mulched meat that made reattaching a limb much more difficult and expensive, if not outright impossible, leaving all those who survived destitute. The wound itself bled profusely while feeling like it was on fire, meaning that even the most lightly wounded were in such horrible pain that they would leave the fighting. And worst of all, Gunners were said to all lace their ammunition with deadly toxins, so that even if you were to survive, you'd die days later in agony as your organs failed."

The sad thing was that the Gunner Class that Santo was imbued with was nothing compared to the horrors that modern humans from Earth could (and often did) inflict on each other. She was thankful that whatever higher up was in charge of empowering Fixers had known restraint. (That or they had just been stingy. She knew how often the higher ups cut budgets)

"Gunners…Gunners know how awful their class is. That's why they all channel that at their enemies. There are few enemies scarier than a Gunner, but you'll never want for greater allies."

Chris knew that she had convinced Darkness, what with the drool dripping down her chin. Okay, so maybe it wasn't for the reasons she was hoping for, but it looked like Darkness was convinced.

Job well done… mostly.

Okay, now she just needed to convince Kazuma. Chris grinned. It would probably take a bit of flirting and haggling, but she was sure she could convince the lug to take some extra party members.

She thought about what she would say as she kicked up the doors to the Guild Hall-

"STEAL!"

"Gah!" Chris covered her eyes at the bright flash and the gust of wind.

Huh, suddenly it was quite breezy down there.

Wait…'Steal?!'

Chris slapped a hand down and slammed her legs together. She looked up and saw her worst fears come alive.

Kazuma cheered as he spun a familiar bunch of cloth above his head like a loon.

"Nooooooo! Give them back!" Chris tearfully cried out as the rest of the male adventurers took Kazuma's success as a cue and started to harass any and every female in the Guild Hall.

And then the Gunner hit someone in the back of the head with the stock of a blunderbuss, and things got really messy.

There was an audible slap as Hero facepalmed with crushing force at the chaos around him.

You know what, screw it. If Kazuma screwed up and caused the end of the world, she was just blaming this all on Aqua-senpai.