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

The creature lunged forward, jaws snapping down—ready to tear Finn's face clean off.

That would've been it. Blind, dead, and faceless.

But luckily for Finn, it didn't happen.

Instead, all he saw in that split second were a pair of boots flashing in front of his eyes. They slammed into the creature's head with a brutal crack, kicking its entire head clean off.

The body staggered, still holding onto Finn, its arms twitching while the head rolled away.

Creepy. Way too creepy.

Finn let go fast, stumbling back as the thing continued to flail blindly, swiping its claws at the air like it didn't realize it was dead.

Then, with a sudden sharp crack, a back-knee kick folded the creature in half. The body hit the ground in a lifeless heap.

And standing there, grinning ear to ear like he'd just won the lottery, was no other than RahRah.

"Hahaha! Another score for me!" he bellowed, posing as if the entire battlefield was his stage.

Finn blinked at him, chest heaving, not even sure if he should be relieved or embarrassed.

But no time to think.

The other monsters he had meant to trip earlier had finally caught up—lunging straight for him and RahRah.

Finn panicked, arm shooting out to trip them—but his timing was awful.

Instead of slowing them down, he accidentally helped one stumble right into him, the creature crashing full-force onto Finn's chest.

Pinned, choking, Finn flailed uselessly—while RahRah spun into a completely unnecessary back-flip kick, cleanly knocking the head off another monster.

The man landed perfectly on his feet with a dramatic bow, laughing like a madman.

Meanwhile, Finn lay on the ground, completely smothered.

He tried to compose himself, but more of the things kept coming. Instinctively, Finn reached out and tripped a cluster of them—only to have them tumble straight onto him, a writhing, flapping heap.

"OH, FUCK—!" he screamed as weight slammed into his ribs.

The creatures squirmed over him like damp snakes, their oozing skin making a nauseating, squelching soundtrack. One of them shoved a slimy hand into his open mouth as it writhed; the taste was a hellish cocktail of rotten eggs and decay. He gagged, bile rising, and then vomited across the thing's fingers. The creature didn't recoil—its damp fingers simply absorbed the mess, and Finn felt the wetness sliding against his teeth.

Yuck…

Tears of pain and desperation blurred his vision. He wanted, in that instant, to vanish—anything to stop the suffocating, filthy panic.

From somewhere nearby RahRah decided this was a grand insult. He ran at the pile and drop-kicked it, which did nothing but shift the weight awkwardly and bury Finn deeper. The phone-booth bravado fell flat; Finn only cried harder as the pressure crushed his lungs.

"Oh, so it's a challenge then?! RahahaRah!" RahRah crowed, and then, like a rabid prankster, leapt onto the heap and began biting into the creatures' bodies, growling and gnawing as though they were a mess of roasted meat.

Finn squirmed under the corpses, muffled sobs turning into something closer to hysterical whimpers. "Someone—please! Help me!" he pleaded, but battle cries and the clash of steel answered him instead.

After a ridiculous amount of time—long enough for Finn to think he might actually die—RahRah stopped gnawing. He peered down at Finn with a look that promised either mercy or madness. For a brief second Finn dared to believe.

Then RahRah gave him a bored, deadpan stare and began crawling up the pile like a cockroach, leaving Finn buried, trembling, and far less hopeful than before.

As RahRah clambered to the top of the heap, he started bouncing up and down like a deranged toddler on a trampoline—except every bounce squeezed the life out of Finn's chest.

'This is it… this is how I go. Smothered to death under monsters while some lunatic practices his jumping skills on my ribcage.'

But then Finn's misery found a new low: a giant four-armed creature lumbered toward them. Its silhouette alone made his stomach plummet.

"I'm done for…" he whispered hoarsely, his body twitching under the suffocating weight. Still struggling to speak.

RahRah, of course, was unfazed. He froze mid-hop, jabbed a thumb toward himself, and bellowed, "I am RahRah! FACE ME!" His pride practically shined brighter than the battlefield flames.

The beast answered with a wet, clicking screech before charging, each thunderous step rattling the ground. Finn felt every quake shudder through the pile pinning him down, and he nearly sobbed.

When the monster finally collided with them, the heap exploded outward—creatures flung like bowling pins, RahRah catapulted into the air, and Finn finally freed as the thing's hand popped out of his mouth.

He gagged, rolled sideways, and puked violently. "God… ugh! …disgusting!"

Meanwhile, RahRah landed heroically on the creature's shoulders, still laughing like a lunatic. He stomped on its head, chipping part of its beak clean off. The beast screeched and clawed upward, trying to wrench him off.

But RahRah was already flipping backward in midair, dagger flashing. He carved a long line down the creature's spine, leaving it reeling.

Finn staggered up, trying to steady himself, when suddenly he felt a tug at his back hilt. Spinning around, one of the slimy humanoids was latched on.

"Seriously?!" Finn spat, his face twisting in disgust. Without hesitation, he stomped down on its head until it burst like an overripe melon.

Finally free, he stumbled forward, desperate to put distance between himself and this hellish corner of the battlefield.

Finn weaved through the chaos, doing everything he could to stay out of RahRah's whirlwind brawl with the hulking four-armed monster. But no matter where he went, the damn fight followed him.

Every time he spotted a gap—boom, RahRah and the creature crashed right into it, sealing the path like some twisted cosmic joke.

By the third time it happened, Finn's blood pressure was through the roof. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!" he barked, temples throbbing.

Finally, he spotted salvation—a narrow corridor of bodies and chaos that led straight to Seraphina. All he had to do was wriggle through. With hope pounding in his chest, he sprinted for it.

And then, of course, RahRah launched himself at the beast again, driving it stumbling sideways… directly in front of Finn's path.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Finn stomped the ground hard enough to make mud splatter up his pants. "I've had it with both of you!"

Neither RahRah nor the monster paid him the slightest bit of attention. They were too busy reenacting a demolition derby with fists and feet.

Finn snapped. He stretched out his arm, flicked his wrist, and tripped the beast. The four-armed monster toppled forward with all its weight, landing squarely on RahRah.

"GYAAAAHHH!" RahRah's scream cut through the battlefield like a crushed accordion.

Taking advantage, Finn climbed onto the creature's back, treating it like a stepstool. Before leaving, though, he ground his boot into its spine, twisting for good measure.

"Hope you felt that, asshole," he muttered, pressing harder to make sure RahRah got the memo, then finally stepping off.

Now free, Finn started toward Seraphina again—silently praying to any god that would listen that no more bullcrap would slow him down.

By this point, the battle was turning desperate. The humans were barely managing to hold back the horde, struggling even against the standard humanoid monsters.

With the Haus of Silbertraum—and surprisingly Finn's ragtag squad—the lines still held, but just barely.

Finn finally slipped past the last line of knights and spotted Seraphina. She had just finished healing a battered soldier, glowing softly with that priestly aura that made her look like she was in the middle of a stained-glass window ad.

Surrounding her were other priests, archers, and mages—backup he hadn't noticed before. But whatever. This was now or never.

Panting, Finn stumbled forward. "Seraphina, I want you."

Her cheeks went scarlet in an instant, steam practically puffing out of her ears. "W-What?! At a time like this?! You—you're so unpure and disgusting it's sickening!"

"What?"

"You heard me!" she shrieked, flailing her arms like she was trying to swat invisible bugs.

"I don't care what the hell you think I meant—I need you right now!"

A knight she'd just healed stepped in front of her, sword raised protectively. "Hey, don't talk to her like tha—"

Trip.

The knight faceplanted into the mud.

Not wasting a second, Finn grabbed Seraphina's shoulders with his mud-caked hands, smearing her pristine robes. "Listen, you need to boost and heal everyone on this battlefield. Like, right now."

Seraphina's face went even redder, her body stiffening under his grip. "W-Why didn't you just say that earlier?!" she squeaked, wriggling awkwardly.

'The hell is she blushing for?!' Finn thought, utterly baffled.

"Well, there's… a problem."

Finn narrowed his eyes. "What problem?!"

"I… don't have a staff to do that."

He froze, staring at her. "…Lady, if you tell me you never got another staff since the cavern, then things are not going to be looking so good for us. Yes, specifically you and me."

Her heart shrank. She slowly nodded—letting him know she had never gotten another staff.