The Final Volume: A Tiny World in the Dust - Demon King (I)

Real? Illusion?

How did we usually confirm that we were in reality?

What we saw and heard? What we thought and felt?

Or perhaps the things left behind after the lingering haze of a daze?

It was about time I noticed, wasn't it? Some things, some events, were getting more and more wrong.

No...

To be precise, the whole world was hinting at something, as if everything revolved around me.

Those bizarre things that would never happen in ordinary life were all happening at once.

I probably wouldn't be surprised by anything that happened next.

Getting picked on, running into actual gangsters, becoming the enemy of every girl in school, or seeing a beautiful girl get raped right in front of me...

Wait, what the hell was that last one?

Just then, "You

calling

calling

Guilty

A kiss as dreamy as that.

One

night!Guilty

kiss--"

My phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw it was my roommate calling.

"Hello?"

"Damn, you finally picked up! Why weren't you answering before—"

"Sorry, I was busy. What's up?"

"Our counselor! They heard about that stupid thing you did, and now they want to talk to you!"

"Uh... isn't that a bit much?"

"I think you're the one who's a bit much... Anyway, watch out. Seriously, the guys and I have no idea what to make of you anymore..."

He hung up. I checked my call log and, sure enough, there were two missed calls from the counselor. Things were looking grim.

"..."

For some reason, I had this strange feeling.

It was as if the script had already been written, and all that remained was for me, the protagonist, to take my place. I was almost certain something would happen when I went to see the counselor. It was like playing