"Bleh." - Imp

An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that's what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however.

Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence.

It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

"Just take it slow and you'll get used to it in no time, alright?" Eiro told the woodcutter in front of him. After an injury a few years ago, his thumb had been severly injured, and afterward, the bone didn't heal quite right. It was like the thumb's joints were skipped and the individual pieces of bone healed together. He was barely able to work anymore, and had changed the way that he used his axe in a way that ended up just hurting his other fingers. Sadly, it had been too long for Eiro to 'save' this through surgery, for example by re-breaking the bone and healing it differently. The woodcutter's soul was already adapted to the new thumb far too much.


Chapter 793 - The Humans' Classes