“Mister, if I eat this bread, will I really awaken?”
“No. You’ll just be full. Shut up and eat on time.”

“Mister, if I drink this, will my confession really succeed?”
“No. It’s just sugar water. Stop disrupting my business and get lost.”
(But the saintess confessed to me the moment she drank it.)

A tyrant who burned the continent across ninety-nine lives.
In his hundredth, he just wanted to end things peacefully, running a school store.

“Hey, shopkeeper. Move.”

Idiots keep showing up, getting in the way of his quiet retirement.
I just want to bake bread—not your bones.

“In my store, I am the law. If you don’t like it, go back to a previous life and try fighting me.”