Dungeon Crawler Carl (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #1)

by Matt Dinniman

I couldn’t believe it. Actually, I could believe it. It was my own fault. I should have broken up with her long ago. I felt like an idiot. I also suddenly felt very reckless.

She looked up at us. “I am already one of god’s most perfect creatures, so I won’t be changing race when the opportunity arises. I was born a cat, and I will die a cat. In fact, I’m going to have to insist that Carl choose a cat race as well.” “I am not going to change into a cat,” I said.

Donut: THIS MUSIC IS MAKING MY HEAD HURT. WHY CAN’T THEY PLAY SOMETHING GOOD? LIKE OASIS. Carl: Oasis? Where did you get that from? Even Bea didn’t listen to Oasis. Donut: NO MISS BEATRICE LIKES COUNTRY MUSIC. THAT’S JUST AS BAD AS THIS. Carl: Yeah, that should’ve been my first warning.