This Inevitable Ruin (Dungeon Crawler Carl #7)

by Matt Dinniman

“Comrade,” Rosetta said, still wheezing as she started to untie the straps, “you are significantly heavier than you appear.” “At least you have your dignity,” Edgar grumbled as he unceremoniously clattered to the floor. Milk reached down with her bound hands and helped turn him upright. “Oh my god, hi Edgar!” Donut exclaimed. “I thought you got sucked into the ball! Wait, why are you here?” Edgar started pulling things from his inventory. It was his tattoo kit. “What is happening?” I demanded. “Donut needs a spell she doesn’t have for this last part,” Rosetta said. “I thought you were bringing me a spellbook,” Donut said, looking at the tattoo implements suspiciously. “You need it at least level 8 for it to work in conjunction with War Crime,” Rosetta said. She pulled out a razor. It was a pink Bic, like something Bea would use to shave her legs. “Don’t worry. We’ll make it quick. Where do you want it?” “Where do I want what, Rosetta?” Donut demanded.