A silver dragon walks up from the darkness cladded in a black robe before bowing before him.

  “Greetings, my name is Bill Shyroku the author of Weak Kobold Wants to Conquer. I’m making this special chapter in celebration in reaching 100 followers! To that end I thought we co-”

  “Out of the way!!” Suddenly I burst through, colliding with the author’s head before bouncing off and landing in front of him. “Enough of that boring stuff you had planning! I’m here now to give off a proper celebration! Veehahahahaha!! ~”

  “Ow ow ow, must you crash in like that?!” The dragon author complained while rubbing his head.

  “Oh, you will be fine. Now on to the celebrations!” After making my declaration I snapped my claws. “Alright Mordred bring in the ingredients! We’re making a cake!!”

  “Wait what, you’re bringing others here too?!”

  Without waiting for his response, my most faithful henchman came crashing in with his booming voice echoing through the void. “Got it right here boss!”

  In came my familiar Minotaur henchman holding bags of all types of ingredients commonly used for baking a cake.

  “Oh, this place is rather big!! Where are we exactly? And what’s a cake?”

  The dragon author was frantically waving his claws in a panic. “It’s bad enough you’re here Vladimir! Who knows how bringing others here is going to mess with the story?!”

  I lazily handwaved his comment and answered. “It’s fine it’s fine, this is all non-canon anyway so who cares?”

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  His arms droops down in disbelief “Oh whatever, do whatever you want but…. Do you guys even know how to bake a cake?”

  “I learned the basics before, should be good enough right Mordred?”

  Mordred dropped all the bags on the ground as I took all of the ingredients out. “What could go wrong?”

  For some reason, our dragon author was pinching the temple of his forehead as if he was expecting some chaos to happen but surely, he’s overthinking it right?

  …...well…. we managed to bake the cake…. Just don’t go asking about why there’s a bunch of destroyed cakes on the ground behind me… they were prototypes. Yes Prototypes!!!

  My author was looking at everything in utter disbelief, staying silent for some time until he finally spoke. “How…. how were you able to set this place on fire?”

  He pointed at a part of the area that I refused to glance at. I thought it would be fine to use an open flame with magic! Not like I could forge an oven with whatever place was made from.

  “A-anyway I present to you a celebratory cake to reward all 100 or so of my new minions! Veehaha-……eh?”

  During the middle of my laugh, I heard the loud echoing sound of burping. Both me and the author could only look in horror when we saw my Minotaur henchman laying on his back while rubbing his belly and sticking his tongue in satisfaction.

  “So that’s what a cake tasted like. Got to say boss this is rather delicious.”

  Shadows started to hover Mordred as a sense of dread started to overtake him. My voice started to deepen as I spoke. “Oh, was it now? I’m so glad you enjoyed the cake we worked hard to make for our followers.”

  “Uh w-wait now boss. Don’t look at me like that, we can make a new one I’ll even grab the ingredients myself!!” Mordred started to crawl back, seemingly worried about what would happen next.

  My author in the meantime held out a sign with an exasperated look on his face. “Maybe we’ll get it right next time when we reach another 100 followers...”