Dragged to Another World… and I Took the Goddess with me!

The fat man with the meteor-sized belly loomed over Finn, rubbing it like a bizarre form of intimidation. He meant to frighten Finn, but all it did was make Finn recoil in disgust.

"It's Big Tim!" someone shouted.

Immediately, a cheer rose from the crowd.

"Big Tim! Big Tim!"

Those near Finn seemed to be celebrating some kind of hero, while the rest of the hall scrambled to survive Majestria's unrelenting onslaught. The entire scene looked like a final boss showdown, with Finn somehow cast as the doomed protagonist.

Finn just sighed, stretching out an arm with casual confidence. He pulled it back like a man tossing a paper plane.

Then—tripped Big Tim.

The enormous man froze mid-step, teetering forward like a famous sinking ship. The entire hall watched in slow-motion horror. Finn, meanwhile, simply observed as if he were a proud dad showing off his kid at the park.

Then gravity caught up. Big Tim crashed to the floor with a bone-jarring thud, shaking the building and sending several people tumbling. Finn blinked in surprise that the floor hadn't given out under the sheer weight.

Cracks appeared in the wood beneath them. One… two… then nothing. Finn swallowed hard, bracing for the inevitable collapse. But the floor held, narrowly sparing everyone from disaster.

That, however, was the least of his concerns. The crowd that had fallen or gaped in shock was now fuming with fresh rage.

"HE KILLED BIG TIM!?"

A single shout triggered a roar of fury. All eyes locked on Finn, horror and newfound wrath burning in their gazes.

And just like that, they surged forward—angrier, faster, and far more numerous than Finn had hoped.

He took a deep breath, ready to unleash chaos. This was going to be… fun.

Just as the group surged forward to assault Finn, a massive splatter of white liquid hit them all, halting their advance. The smell alone made some gag; others shrieked in disgust.

Lickthorn emerged from the mass of sweaty men she'd been smooshed into, giggling uncontrollably. Her "wand" leaked a bit of the white liquid, shooting it across the crowd. A few people fainted on the spot; others vomited. What had begun as a guild fight had devolved into a complete shitshow.

Finn turned to Lickthorn in disgust—only to be scooped up like a sack of potatoes. Before he knew it, he was carried halfway across the room and slammed down hard against another adventurer. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs, leaving him gagging and coughing on the floor.

Before he could recover, a boot stomped repeatedly onto his chest. Finn rolled away, grimacing, and finally composed himself—just in time to face a new opponent.

A strange man stood before him. Shirtless, with a mohawk and leather armor strapped across his torso, tight leather pants completing the look. He shouted, pointing to himself with a thumbs-up:

"I am RahRah!"

Finn reacted instinctively, tripping RahRah before the man could finish speaking.

Immediately, people behind him grabbed Finn's arms, restraining him. They had witnessed his powers in action and weren't taking chances.

"Let go of me!" Finn yelled, struggling.

"Not happening! We've seen your powers—you won't cheat your punishment, scumbag!"

"Says you!" Finn spat back, only to feel a sudden jolt in his stomach. RahRah had kicked him, forcing Finn to spit saliva in shock. A sharp slap across his face followed.

"You will pay for your crimes! We shall dump you in the swamp!"

"You people are insane!" Finn coughed, just in time to be struck again.

RahRah leapt forward, aiming a brutal blow at Finn. Panicking, Finn scanned for anything—anything at all—that could help. His eyes landed on a wooden table.

Focusing every ounce of his concentration, Finn tapped into his rearranger power. As RahRah dropped from above in a lethal kick, Finn acted.

BAM!

The table launched across the small distance, colliding with RahRah and knocking him to the ground, the table tilting and pinning him partially.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Finn back-kicked one man holding him, punched a woman grabbing his arm—instinctively apologized while slapping her across the face.

"My bad!" he shouted, before sprinting into the chaos, leaving a stunned, chaotic crowd in his wake.

***

Finn sprinted, vaulting onto a table to get a better view—and what he saw was pure hell.

The guild wasn't a guild anymore. It wasn't even a brawl. It was a full-on riot.

Chairs flew like cannonballs. People were being toppled, carried, or straight-up thrown. Tables splintered. Shouts and screams merged into one chaotic roar. What had started as a simple gathering of villagers and adventurers had devolved into a protest gone nuclear.

All because of one lie from Ardin. A single melodramatic accusation had turned the entire hall into a warzone.

Finn's eyes darted across the madness:

—Majestria was still swinging, cursing at anyone who touched her, though now she was being overrun, dragged down under sheer numbers.

—Lickthorn stood in the open, surrounded… but untouched. No one dared to get within spitting distance of her.

—And in the corner, someone was half-stuck in a chest, their upper body flailing wildly while the chest itself got violently kicked like it stray dog.

'…Yikes.'

This was supposed to be a rescue mission. Save Elise. Save the town. Warn the villagers. Instead? It was an all-out circus bloodbath.

Finn knew he had to get out. Right now. Leave the guild, ditch the idiots, survive. But another part of him couldn't stomach leaving the girls behind—not after everything they'd been through together.

He froze between selfishness and guilt—until a metal boot slammed into his back, launching him off the table.

CRACK.

Finn faceplanted hard into the wooden floor, coughing and groaning. His body was done. His mind was fried.

And as he rolled onto his back, he saw the one who had started it all.

Ardin.

Standing tall, smirking like he had just checkmated the entire universe.

"It's over. You've lost," Ardin declared, his voice booming with hollow victory.

The crowd began to quiet, gathering around the center of the chaos. Then, one by one, the girls were thrown in front of Finn like defeated trophies.

—Chestelle, still in chest form, bounced across the floor and landed with a dull thud.

—Lickthorn, flailing like she'd enjoyed the whole thing, was dumped beside her.

—And finally Majestria, gasping, worn down to the bone, dragged and tossed like a ragdoll.

Ardin spread his arms wide, savoring the moment.

"You all put up a good fight," he said, eyes sweeping across them. "But your villainous actions… end here."

Around them, the battered mob of villagers and adventurers watched in silence. Some smeared in white liquid, some bloodied, some barely standing, all glaring with righteous fury.

The Majestic Wiggles party had finally been crushed. Cornered. Beaten. With no hope of escape.