The Frightened Editor and the Clueless Streamer
Gods and Transcendents of the good or neutral alignments are, if you compare them to a game, basically non-aggressive mobs.
So long as you don't pick a fight first, they'll either show you goodwill or simply refuse to give you the time of day.
But when you mess with a non-aggressive mob the wrong way, they can be scarier than the aggressive ones.
The moment you rub them the wrong way, they become more terrifying than any god of the evil alignment.
I've seen it happen more than a few times.
The lycan older brother who used to live next door back home snuck up into the divine realm to violate a sacred beast — and ended up getting turned into a female and violated himself.
The vampire older sister who lived upstairs tried to kidnap and imprison a shotacon angel, only to get caught by a goddess and locked up in reverse.
I heard recently that she's gone full yuri-corruption and is living happily, cuddling up with that goddess.
The demon dragon uncle who lived downstairs got bored and poked a Transcendent of the neutral alignment — and ever since, he's been running for his life trying to protect his backside.
A letter arrived yesterday saying he'd probably get caught by tomorrow. It was a rescue request, but if I went I'd be fucked too, so I casually ignored it.
Neighbors who threw away their entire demon lives because they couldn't hold back a single moment of lust.
I swore I'd take those idiots as a cautionary tale and never so much as glance in the direction of any god or Transcendent.
But is doing stupid shit because you're blinded by desire just a racial trait of demons?
Why the hell did I pull the same dumbass stunt?
"...Is there any way to calm her down? Last time the vampire sister told me that the good and neutral types don't cool off easily once they get angry."
The rage of evil-aligned Transcendents is actually light — and not that scary.
They're always angry, after all.
They get mad if you ignore them once, mad if you pick at their wording, mad if they take a few hits in the fight that follows.
Because they fly off the handle at every little thing, the evil alignment isn't really the frightening one. But the good and neutral alignments...
A lowly lycanthrope dares to try violating a sacred beast without knowing its place? Children, turn this creature into a female! And violate it until it understands that it is female!
Y-you crazy bastards! I'm a man! Wh-what the fuck? My body—?
Silence! From this moment on, you are a female! If I say you're female, you're female! And a female obediently follows a male's commands!
Kiihiing♡
When they get angry, all the madness they've been suppressing erupts at once, and the flames of that rage don't go out easily.
The streamer I messed with will be the same.
She made it blatantly clear at the end that she was displeased, so she'll definitely find some way to track me down and punish me.
"...Should I run? No — the demon dragon uncle ran and got cornered at the edge of the demon realm. The vampire sister ended up tightly bound and imprisoned. If I run, that woman will just get angrier, and who knows what she'll do."
Right. First, send a reply.
Apologize as cleanly as possible and say I'll accept whatever punishment she dishes out.
A sincere apology might not work on the evil alignment, but the other alignments tend to accept them.
"How to write an apology letter... Seven easy ways to soothe an angry person..."
I looked up all kinds of information online to improve her mood, gathered what I needed, and sat down in front of the computer.
Then, forcibly calming my trembling heart, I began writing an apology letter the way I'd learned.
Please, let this apology letter soothe her feelings.
After knocking out my friend — who'd graduated from furry to full-blown zoophile — with a frying pan, I was finishing off the leftover chicken when my older sister showed up at the house.
Why so many visitors today of all days?
And of course it had to be right when I was busy trying to hire an editor.
But you can't complain to an older sister who's more violent than an organized crime gang.
Worried she might snatch the last chicken drumstick, I greeted her with the drumstick still in my hand.
"What brings such a humble person to this esteemed place?"
"Before you say anything — that drumstick in your hand. That's the last one, isn't it? Hand it over."
"What the fuck, you show up and the first thing out of your mouth is about a chicken leg? And how the hell did you even know?"
"Have I only known you a day or two? Whenever you don't want to give something up, you always clutch it in your hand. That drumstick's the last one, so you don't want to give it up, right? Hand it over nicely while I'm still asking. Unless you want to die."
Fucking bitch.
You think I'm going to give up my last drumstick just because you said that?
...Yes ma'am, of course I will. I still want to look at plenty more doujinshi and porn, after all.
So please take this and spare my life, big sis.
I reluctantly handed over my precious drumstick to my sister, who happily chomped away at it as she walked inside.
Then she clicked her tongue at the sight of my friend sprawled out unconscious and the dented frying pan.
"Why is that bastard Hyeok-jin down again? Looking at the lump on his crown, he got hit pretty damn hard. How hard did you hit him for the pan to end up like that?"
"I brought it down at a moderate full power. Otherwise that bastard wouldn't even pass out."
"What the hell did he say?"
"While eating chicken, he raised the question of whether sticking it in a chicken's cloaca would feel amazing."
Hearing the circumstances, my sister briefly looked at my balls-buddy with pure contempt, then picked up the dented frying pan and smashed it down on his crown.
CLANG!!!
"Uuugh..."
My balls-buddy, barely coming to from the second intense impact, irritably looked around — and the moment he confirmed my sister was right in front of him, he neatly closed his eyes.
"Big sis, you look even prettier than usual today?"
"You mean I look like a pig?"
"Ah, no? That's not what I meant..."
Not what you meant, my ass, you furry bastard.
When you say someone looks pretty, you mean they look like a beast, you idiot.
To someone who doesn't know you it's a compliment; to someone who does, it's an insult, you moron.
As my thoroughly flustered balls-buddy stammered and flailed, my sister sighed and banished him.
"Don't ruin the mood — go home. I've got something to talk about with this one."
"But big sis? I even bought the garlic soy sauce chicken..."
"Yeah, I'll enjoy the chicken. So come back next time."
Faced with her firm attitude, he slumped out of the house, and once she confirmed he was gone, my sister pulled a beer can from the fridge and sat across from me.
Then she cracked it open without hesitation and spoke.
"I gave Mom and Dad a rough rundown. They said to bring you home in two days."
"Going outside in this body is a bit rough — asking them to come here is out of the question, right?"
"Dad's words: the one who did wrong should come to them. The ones who did nothing wrong going to the wrongdoer is improper."
"...Dad's pretty pissed, huh. Do I have to go?"
"Then not only will you die by my hand right here, you'll get posthumously dismembered by Dad's hands too. Just go quietly and take a few hits..."
"A few hits from him and I'm leaving this world — how am I supposed to take them? Or, big sis, want to take one hit for me?"
"Little bro? There are things you say between siblings and things you don't."
Watching my sister tremble all over as if PTSD had hit her, I let out a small sigh.
"Is the only news you brought that my funeral is in two days? You didn't come just to tell me that."
"There's one more thing. I only told Mom, but when I said you'd become a female fox beastkin with nine luscious tails, she was absolutely thrilled."
"So I should use the luscious tails to conquer Mom and block Dad's attack?"
"Honestly, that's about the only way out. Even a dad who hits Three Lifts of 700 turns into a gentle bulldog in front of Mom's soft voice."
Well, Dad does live under Mom's thumb.
Honestly, it's understandable. Even as his son, I have to admit Mom is way too good for Dad.
It's a real-life Beauty and the Beast, and I still have no idea how a beast worse than the Beast managed to land Mom.
Thinking of my completely mismatched parents, I expressed my gratitude to my sister.
"So you already paved an escape route for me. Thanks, big sis."
"If you're grateful, treat me better. Stop holing up inside all day just having happy time. The smell's soaked into the house — how much have you been at it?"
"Uh... about an hour a day?"
"Cut the bullshit and tell me straight. How many hours?"
At my sister's icy voice, I hung my head and answered in a low voice.
"...Four hours."
"You crazy bastard. Become a woman and you've gone completely sex-crazed? You enjoy it that much and you still claim you're a man? Huh?"
"It's all because of the heat! If it weren't for the heat, it wouldn't have been this bad!"
When I shouted back in protest, my sister drained the entire beer can, sighed, and stood up.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
Why is she looking at me with that weird expression? Making me nervous.
As I warily watched her with uneasy eyes, she pulled a condom from her pocket and set it on the table.
"If you're going to do it with Hyeok-jin, at least keep it from Dad. And make sure you use protection. I've seen dozens of people get fucked over because raw feels better so they skip the condom."
"What the fuck, why do you think I'd do it with that bastard? Am I insane enough to do it with him?"
"Soonest three months, longest a year. My sharp instincts are telling me."
"Your instincts are dead. Please never go gambling anywhere."
Why do humans who aren't dogs keep spouting dogshit?
I'm the only dog here, after all.
I threw the condom on the table back at my sister and yelled at her to leave.
"If you're done eating, get out. I've got work to do now."
"Drawing porn again? Let me see what kind of pictures you're making."
"No, just get lost! They're weird pictures!!!"
"I want to see how weird they are! I'm curious!"
My brute of a sister easily overpowered me, pinned me to the floor, and unlocked the computer screen.
Then, checking the display with expectant eyes, she took such a strong hit of shock that she immediately turned a look of pure disgust on me.
"You... do you normally draw this kind of stuff?"
The kind of deviant fetish that even most perverts would look at and go, Okay, that's a bit much...
What filled the screen was one of the most polarizing tags out there.
Insect interspecies porn.