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Chapter XXVII: β€œFrfr, We Outta Here πŸ‘‘πŸ’¨β€

Chapter XXVII: Frfr, We Outta Here πŸ‘‘πŸ’¨β€

POV: You just saved Denmark from an Ohio demon and now it’s time to dip with max rizz and loot.


Beowulf (aka Sigma Chad of the Geats) πŸ’ͺπŸ—ΏπŸ’―: β€œAyo, squad, time to bounce πŸ›₯️. We pulled up from the ends of the map 🌍, served looks, clapped a cryptid πŸ‘Ή, and got fed like royalty πŸ—πŸ‘‘. No cap, vibes were immaculate.

Hroth-dawg πŸ§“, you treated us like VIPs at the Met Gala πŸ’…, and I’m not gonna ghost. If y’all ever get cooked again by another L-ratio monster from Ohio πŸš©πŸ‘», just slide in my DMs. I’ll pull up with the whole Geat gang πŸΊπŸ›‘οΈ, no questions asked.”

β€œLike frfr, I got Higelac’s blessing ✝️ and he’s a W king. Might be young but bro’s not mid. If your ops get bold again, I’ll yeet myself across the sea with max strength, big spear energy, and the squad in tow πŸ”₯πŸ›Ά.”

β€œAnd if lil Hrethric ever wants to go main character mode πŸ§’πŸ“ˆ, tell him to hit me up. I’ll get him networking with some real ones πŸ”—πŸ’Ό. No need to stay in these cursed Ohio woods fr 🧌🌲.”


Hrothgar (aka Grandpa Drip πŸ§“βœ¨): β€œYooo hold up… that speech? πŸ“’πŸ”₯ No one's dropped bars like that at your age. You got that muscle πŸ‹οΈ and that mic game 🎀 β€” rare combo.

If, like, some final boss pulls a sneak attack on Higelac πŸ‰πŸ”ͺ and you’re still kicking it, not even the Geats could deny you'd be a S-tier king πŸ†. You built different. Respect, son. πŸ«‘β€

β€œYou didn’t just beat the ops β€” you made peace ✌️. Like actual historic W. Danes and Geats? Besties now πŸ’ž. We’re gonna be exchanging gifts across the sea like it’s Prime Day πŸ“¦πŸš’.”

β€œLong as I rule, I’ll make sure everyone eats β€” shiny rings, good vibes, and maybe a collab post or two πŸ“Έβœ¨.”


Then Hrothgar, the OG Kingℒ️, hit Beowulf with the feels:

He gave our boi 12 sparkle tokens πŸ’ŽπŸ§ΏπŸ’Ž β€” pure loot drop. Told him to take it home, flex on his people, and come back anytime with that main character energy.

Then β€” plot twist β€” Grandpa Hrothgar hit him with a goodbye hug πŸ§“πŸ€πŸ˜’.

Bro was lowkey sobbing πŸ’¦. He tried to play it cool, but the vibes were emotional. Man was like: β€œI’m not crying, you’re crying πŸ’€.” He knew deep down he might never see Beowulf again, and that hurt different.


Beowulf (aka Treasure Goblin Slayer πŸ’°βš”οΈ) walked off the field shining like a sponsored TikToker in full drip πŸ’«πŸ§’πŸ’Έ. His ship was parked and ready, GPS locked on "home" πŸ›₯οΈπŸ“.

On the way back, everyone was talking about the W they just scored and the absolute unit of a king they left behind πŸ‘‘πŸ‘. Hrothgar stayed in everyone's mentions for being a real one until Father Time ratio’d him πŸ“‰πŸ•°οΈ.


TL;DR: Beowulf dipped with loot πŸ’°, legacy πŸ’«, and max rizz πŸ“ˆ. Peace between Danes and Geats = unlocked βœ…. Grandpa H was in his feels 😭. History made. Saga continues...

Only in medieval Ohio, frfr πŸ§ŒπŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ.