After transmigrating to another world, I’m given a ridiculously useless ability by a goddess: “probability manipulation.”
A 10% chance to instantly kill the Demon King, and a 90% chance to trip on flat ground.
My teammates are an even stranger bunch:
A fear-of-heights elf sharpshooter, a druid who can only turn into furniture,
a mage who loses her memory after chanting an ultimate spell, and a cursed masochist paladin.
To make ends meet, we take on the most ridiculous jobs in history:
Clearing slimes out of sewers, settling inheritance disputes between goblin families,
and even neutering the guard dogs at the Demon King's castle.
When we finally save up enough money to take on the Demon King,
we discover that the Demon King has defaulted on his mortgage and is being hunted by a bank repossession squad:
“Hero, want to go into business together and open a bed-and-breakfast?”
Save the world? Better save our wallets first!
That extreme mental state makes my head spin, very good, keep going, let's burn the beautiful world to ashes\^O^/