Entering a monster's mouth… How difficult can it even be, right?
I mean, it's teleportation.
Quick, painless and maybe even a cool shimmer of magic and—bam—you're somewhere new.
Yeah. That's the dumbass thought I had a few minutes ago.
I swear, in all my two absurdly handsome lives, I never imagined I would end up sliding down a slimy throat like a cursed noodle just to move forward in life.
And all of this because of that bastard Noah.
For all his detailed rambling—for all the monster anatomy, system quirks and lore dumps he shoved into that pretty little head of his—not once did he bother explaining how this goat-baby demon's "teleportation" actually worked.
Or maybe he did and I skipped it.
Either way… screw that bastard with a rusty pole, no less.
Seriously. He could've written some other entrance like a glowing rune. A magic puddle. Hell, I would have settled for a talking squirrel with good taste in fashion.
But no.
He picked this.
This disgusting thing.
