Part 56: Destroying Official C Cup
Dust the blood off your pith helmet, Holly. We're going on an adventure.





Huh? What?

Oh, the ghost demon? You'll get used to him. That, or be driven to a catatonic state.

That's the spirit! Lead the way, Phanto... If only so I can make sure you're not sneaking up on me.

Yes, we see paths all over the place.

Can't argue with that logic. Excelsior!



Right. Back then, they fought to the death exclusively. The victor's head was then used to feed the king. It was the highest honor a monster could be afforded in that time.

I saw it on the Discovery Channel.


It was shark week.


Now let's all shut up and make Phanto bring back some riches. And they'd better be good riches, dammit! I didn't sacrifice those virgins for nothing.

Nothing.

YES!!! I AM RICH!!! FUCK ALL OF YOU, I'M GOING TO BUY A MANSION MADE OF WEED AND SMOKE IT IN ONE DAY!

Then we are wasting time here. More exploring!

It's a pole. They do this often.

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Why am I the one who keeps getting called stupid, when you guys say shit like this?

Now you're talking like a Swoon! Phanto, get to desecrating!


Good thing we have our own cursed ancient demon, then. Oh wait, you don't. Sucks to be you, I guess.


YAP YAP YAP King means riches which means Phanto go get me some more gold.

I can not pump my fist hard enough right now.

I am richer than ten presidents!

Phanto, if you please?





Market price, right? So that's $12,000.

Just cough up the coins, Mario.

I'm rich! I'm going to hire Richard Branson to spoon feed me bald eagle eggs.

Present? What f-oh shit no



Maybe I was better off insane.
Oh, and I suppose I should decide on some decent training courses to use this cash on.