23 Clown of Envy (1/2)

Rummaging around in the bag, I found a lot of clothes, in a great many styles. There were maid outfits, a high school girl outfit, even a kitty outfit. Just to list a few. I felt my patience run thin, this 'Devil' character was a pervert!

The worst part was that these clothes all had stats to them. Making them special items, this game was seriously messed up. In the end, I found a pair of shorts and a long sleeve shirt, that had a heart-shaped opened over my boobs.

I still felt rather exposed, it looked like I couldn't win. This was the most clothing I could find without wearing some creepy outfit.

I grabbed a pair of purple and black socks and then a pair of combat boots. Pulling one of the ribbons off of a costume, I use it to tie my hair up into a ponytail.

These clothes were flame resistant and had a high durability, adding another couple of points to my dexterity and strength stats.

Standing up, I feel like my butt is hanging out, gripping the hem of the shorts, I pull them down. But they don't want to go any further than they already are. What a pain!

Stretching, I move towards the pile of stuff on the floor. I also snagged my sword. It was still intact it looked like the fire didn't burn my items, that was good.

There were only two things in the pile, bending down, I pick up the horn that glowing a vibrant red it was still warm. Like someone had superheated it in the oven. There was also a book, that had a woman's naked body on the front of it, she was bending over showing her ass to everyone.

Just what in the world was this loot?!

[Minotaur's Horn: Material used to Craft Weapons or Other Items]

Well, that was basically useless unless I could find someone to make something for me and to forge this horn for me.

Let's take a look at the dirty magazine.

[A man's porn stash:this sweet magazine can remind a boy of their youth, trapping them in an erotic dream for 3 minutes. Use this wisely!]

Grinding my teeth, I was tempted to get rid of them. I didn't really want anything of that fucking Minotaur's, it made me feel dirty. But it would be pointless to just leave them. I resolved myself to sell them when I made it into the town.

Grabbing my backpack, I shove both of them into the bag.

”Witch of Blood, can you tell me which of the other monster I can summon is the next strongest compared to Royal?” I ask her, sliding my backpack back onto my back.

”That would be the clown of Envy,” she replied quickly.

The clown, huh?

Well, it looks like that what I have to go with until I can re-summon Royal.

”Summon Clown of Envy!” I said, in a dazzling flash of green another pentagram formed underneath of my feet. It wasn't nearly as large as it had been when I summoned Royal. Green smoke and sparkles poured out around my feet.

The smoke slowly vanished, but a bright beam of green shone with a fierce light for a couple seconds before it began to dim.

[ Clown of Envy Summoned, ManaConsumption: -3]

”Hehe, you've summoned me, Mistress?” I turn my head to look towards the masculine sounded voice. Behind me, is a tall masculine man with half a clown mask on his face that mouth was turned downwards in a frown. A pair of forest green eyes meet mine and I feel a little lost for words.

Digging into my memories, I remember the green clown being the one that had been a child. But this obviously wasn't a child in front of me. Taking another glance at him, I shake my head. He was at least six foot four. With a well-defined abdomen, and a Cheshire like grin on his face.

A sprawling tattoo runs from his lower abdomen to his shoulder, and around his neck. It looked a lot like a peacock. He had on a pair of green colored jeans and black boots. His hands were covered in black gloves and his hair was also a dark green and spiky.

I was trying to remember what exactly, the little green clown I had fought before looked like, but I can assure you it didn't look like this.