Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi stood at the head of the bed, calmly watching Kuroba Shido, who was dreaming and laughing strangely, in front of him.

So this title was so important to him...

The corner is for the King of Wood...

What a boring title...

At 4:28 AM, I used a free walkthrough to skip all the plot and speedrun all the way to the ending. When I was awake, I said I had conquered the game, and when I was asleep, I even held a coronation ceremony in my dream. I also took the opportunity to settle scores with the evil rice ball head and Ito Fushin. In a sense, my spirit is indeed very tenacious.

Unfortunately, the body showed no sign of cooperating with the spirit.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi originally wanted to see how long he could sleep, but time was running out. She took out her phone and glanced at it. According to the current traffic conditions, even if Kuroba Shido got up, washed, changed his clothes, went downstairs, and got into the car right away, there would be very little time left to get to school.

They must be woken up.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi put away his phone and stepped forward.

"Kuroba-kun."

No response.

"get up."

In his dream, Kuroba Shido sneered: "Rice ball, begging me won't help. There can only be one throne..."

"The strong are those who...ruthlessly humiliate the weak..."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

Is this guy even human...?

Once again, the thought popped into Miyazaki Kiyoshi's mind uncontrollably, flashing through his mind in an instant.

Not human.

Previously, there would have been doubts, but now, from the moment Miyazaki Kiyoshi has a thought to the moment he confirms it, the time it takes is getting shorter and shorter, which also means that he is becoming more and more certain.

The objective fact that Shido Kuroba is not human...

Ordinary sound stimulation is ineffective, a gentle push on the shoulder requires physical contact, and it may not be effective immediately for people with severe sleep deprivation. Directly opening the curtains will cause strong light to stimulate the eyes and cause short-term discomfort.

After a moment's thought, she chose the simplest and most direct method.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi reached out and pinched Kuroba Shido's nose.

According to normal physiological response, when the airway is blocked, the brain will quickly receive abnormal signals from sleep, and Shido Kuroba will soon wake up because he cannot breathe normally. The whole process is simple, effective and will not cause any additional harm.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Kuroba Shido's brow twitched slightly.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki waits.

The next second, the person on the bed opened their mouth very naturally, their breathing became even again, and even made a slight whooshing sound as the air flowed through their mouth.

It's still most comfortable to breathe with your mouth open!

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

The human body will automatically switch to mouth breathing when nasal airflow is obstructed, so theoretically there is no problem.

However, this method failed far too quickly.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi pinched his nose and waited a few more seconds, but Kuroba Shido still didn't wake up. His mouth was open, and he was sleeping even more peacefully than before. It seemed that the dream of the corner to the wooden throne was not affected at all.

"Ito...you stinky out-of-towner...bring the crown over here..."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's eyes gradually turned dangerous.

Since blocking nasal breathing alone is ineffective, the only option is to block oral breathing at the same time.

She released Kuroba Shido's nose, then placed her palm down and covered the mouth that was still in its dream, directing Ito Fusei to crown it.

This time it worked very quickly.

Kuroba Shido's breathing stopped, his brows furrowed noticeably, and his head moved slightly on the pillow, as if he had finally realized that something outside was interfering with his coronation ceremony.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki did not let up.

Wait two more seconds, and she should wake up.

But in the next instant, something swept across his palm without warning...

It's very light.

Yet it was incredibly clear.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki froze.

My brain stopped functioning in that instant. The thought system that could simultaneously analyze video content, Kuroba Shido's behavioral logic, strategy choices, and sleep time last night was like being hit head-on by something completely out of the database, and all judgments froze at the same time.

Kuroba Shido smacked his lips in his dream.

They probably mistook the thing that suddenly appeared in their mouths for some kind of celebratory dessert that the evil rice ball head had personally delivered after the Wood King ascended the throne.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi kept covering his mouth, looking down at the still unconscious face. His fair skin visibly began to turn red, first his ears, then his cheeks, and finally even the roots of his ears hidden under his long black hair were stained with a distinct color.

one second.

two seconds.

Snapped!

A crisp sound exploded in the bedroom.

Shido Kuroba's head snapped to the side. One second he was being crowned in his dream, the next he was slapped away by the wooden throne, chair and all, and forcibly ejected from his deep sleep.

Holy crap!

He opened his eyes, covered his face, and sat up in bed, his hair a mess, his eyes filled with the bewilderment of someone who had just turned on the computer and it hadn't finished loading.

"Who are you, you rice ball, daring to rebel...?"

Halfway through his sentence, Kuroba Shido saw Miyazaki Kiyoshi standing by the bed.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi was wearing her school uniform, with a backpack slung over her shoulder and her long hair neatly hanging down. Apart from her face being a little colder than usual, she looked no different from when she was in the clubroom.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

Minister?

Why is the Minister in the bedroom?

No, this apartment was originally arranged by the Miyazaki family. It's normal for the department head to know the location, and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him coming over.

The shock on Shido Kuroba's face gradually turned into relief.

and many more.

He clearly closed the door before going to bed last night, and the lock automatically engaged. Unless someone climbed in from the balcony, it's impossible for a normal person to stand silently by the bed.

The relief that had just appeared on Shido Kuroba's face turned back into confusion.

hold on.

It was Miyazaki Kiyoshi who brought him to this apartment, and she was the one who entered the door lock administrator password. It seems normal that the department head should retain the privileges, since he, a regular user who had only recently been registered, could open the door directly.

Doubt turned into relief once again.

But the problem came again.

Even if she could open the door, why would she enter a single male college student's bedroom early in the morning and then stand by the bed and slap him?

Relief has once again turned into doubt.

Kuroba Shido covered his still-feverish face, his eyes darting back and forth between Miyazaki Kiyoshi, the direction of the apartment entrance, his phone by the bed, and the window. His brain was like a light bulb that had just woken up but had a malfunction, flickering between light and dark, experiencing a series of repetitive cycles of understanding, incomprehension, re-understanding, and utter incomprehension in just a few seconds.

Finally, all the issues converged into one core problem.

"Minister, why did you hit me?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him expressionlessly.

"If I hadn't come, you would have slept straight until noon today."

Kuroba Shido paused for a moment, then belatedly looked at his phone. The time on the screen made his eyelids twitch violently.

"Holy crap, so late?"

Five minutes.

"What, five minutes?"

"Wash up, change your clothes, and come downstairs." Miyazaki Kiyoshi's tone returned to its usual calm, as if the slap just now was merely a routine way of starting up: "If you're more than five minutes away, you'll have to figure out how to get to school yourself."

After saying that, she didn't linger and turned to leave the bedroom.

Kuroba Shido sat on the bed, covering his face and looking at the door. Even after the figure disappeared and the sound of the front door opening and closing came from outside, he still hadn't fully reacted.

The room became quiet again.

Only the time on the phone screen continued to tick silently.

……

Miyazaki Kiyoshi walked out of the apartment and entered the elevator, where his expressionless face was once again reflected on the mirrored wall.

She stood very straight, her expression was cold, and her breathing had returned to normal. She looked no different from usual, except that her two ears, hidden in her long hair, were still very red. The color had not faded; instead, it became even more noticeable because of the bright lights in the elevator.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's fingers, hanging by his side, curled slightly.

The warm sensation in my palm still seems to linger.

She paused for two seconds, then expressionlessly put her hands into her pockets.

Ding.

The elevator arrived at the first floor.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi walked out of the hall. The driver had already opened the car door in advance. She sat in the back seat, put her schoolbag next to her, and her tone remained unchanged.

"Wait for him for five minutes."

"clear."

The driver closed the car door, returned to the driver's seat, and looked ahead without asking any questions. However, while adjusting the rearview mirror, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of his young mistress's profile.

Something seems different from usual.

His face remained calm, his posture remained upright, and there was nothing wrong with his uniform, long hair, and schoolbag. However, his ears seemed a little red, and his gaze was not on his books or phone as usual, but rather quietly looking out the window at a spot without a specific target.

The driver immediately looked away.

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

This is the fundamental principle that has enabled me to work stably in the Miyazaki family for many years.

A minute passed.

There was no one at the apartment entrance.

Two minutes passed.

There was still no movement.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki held his phone, but the screen didn't light up. He seemed to be thinking about something, and he was in a very rare state of absentmindedness.

three minutes.

Four minutes.

five minutes.

The driver glanced at the time, then looked towards the apartment entrance, but still didn't see any young people heading to school. He could only bite the bullet and remind her, "Miss, it seems we're going to be late."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he recovered from that brief moment of distraction.

She picked up her phone and glanced at the time.

Five minutes have passed.

Kuroba Shido did not come down.

Following the normal procedure, he would have gotten up, washed, and changed his clothes. Even if his leg injury slowed his movement, he should have already appeared in the elevator, or at least the surveillance footage would have captured signs of his activity.

Miyazaki checked the apartment's surveillance program.

The living room was empty.

The corridor was empty.

There was no sound from the bathroom.

After the bedroom screen lit up, the blankets had been put back on. Kuroba Shido, who had been sitting on the bed with his face covered and eyes full of shock, was now lying on his side on the pillow again, his eyes closed, his breathing steady, and even his posture was more comfortable than before.

Fell asleep.

She fell asleep again.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

The temperature inside the car seemed to drop several degrees at that moment.

The driver gripped the steering wheel and suddenly felt a chill down his back. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw that his young mistress's drowsiness and earlier awkwardness had completely disappeared. Her eyes were clear, cold, and calm, giving him an instinctive feeling that someone upstairs might be in trouble.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki got out of the car.

The car door closed.

She walked back towards the apartment, her pace much faster than the first time.

The driver sat in the car, watching the long black-haired figure disappear behind the automatic door. After a moment of silence, he silently prayed for the person upstairs who had not yet appeared.

Although I don't know who it is.

I hope he's alright.

……

Let's rewind the timeline by five minutes.

In the bedroom, Shido Kuroba sat on the bed, covering his face, staring motionlessly at the closed door.

The minister has arrived.

The minister stood beside his bed.

The minister slapped him.

The minister told him to wash up, change his clothes, go downstairs, and go to school within five minutes.

From any angle, this series of events seems absurd and unrealistic. In particular, Miyazaki Kiyoshi did not make a phone call, send a message, or ring the doorbell from beginning to end. It was as if a black-haired ghost, formed from some kind of school rule, appeared out of thin air in the bedroom to physically wake him up, and then disappeared out of thin air again.

Kuroba Shido glanced down at his pajamas, then looked at the doorway.

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

Am I still dreaming?

He muttered to himself, raising his hand to touch the spot where he had been hit; the pain in his cheek felt very real.

But pain doesn't mean it's not a dream.

The feelings in dreams originate from the brain. Since the brain can simulate seeing and hearing, it can certainly simulate pain as well. Moreover, he had been dreaming that he was the King of the Corner Wood, that the Rice Ball Head and Ito Fusei launched a coup, and that his throne was overturned with a slap. In this situation, the pillow pressing on his face in reality, or bumping his head on the headboard while sleeping, could all be processed by the dream into an attack by the Minister.

The logic is complete.

There are no vulnerabilities.

Kuroba Shido's eyes gradually cleared.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the time.

It is indeed very late.

However, dreams can read information from reality. It is perfectly reasonable for a person to see the time when they are half asleep and half awake, and then incorporate their anxiety about being late into their dream.

As for why Miyazaki Kiyoshi appeared in the dream, the reason is even simpler. Last night before going to sleep, he had just engaged in a long-running battle to defend electronic culture with the Minister because of Ga La Gei Mu. In the end, he promised to produce evidence today to prove the true value of Ga La Gei Mu. After being under pressure, his brain automatically generated a scenario where the Minister came to urge him. This is a typical case of what you think about during the day and dream about at night.

"really."

Kuroba Shido suddenly realized.

How could a minister in real life possibly come to his apartment to wake him up in person?

She even went into the bedroom, stood by the bed, and slapped him.

fake.

It's all fake.

The Minister can usually control even his heart rate and is so stable in the face of anything that he is not human. It is impossible for him to do something that does not fit his character setting. It is obviously a broken model generated by a poor boy who stayed up all night and whose brain lacked computing power.

Moreover, if it were true, the minister would at least have stated the current time, how much longer until he was late, that the car was already parked downstairs, and how long he should spend washing up and going downstairs. It's impossible for him to just leave a message saying "five minutes" and then leave.

Details are missing.

Distorted behavior.

The character's logic is broken.

It's 100% a dream.

After completely convincing himself, Shido Kuroba relaxed, plugged his phone back into the charger, and pulled the blanket over himself.

"Honestly, you scare yourself every day..."

He closed his eyes, contentedly snuggling deeper into the pillow: "Thank goodness it was just a dream. Five more minutes of sleep, then I'll get up when the real alarm goes off..."

Goodnight Makka Pakka...

As for the fact that he didn't set an alarm at all, his brain selectively ignored it.

After a dozen seconds, her breathing became even again.

The ruins of the Kingdom of Galagimo begin to be rebuilt. The evil rice ball head and Ito Fusei are once again brought before the throne, awaiting the second trial by the great King of Galagimo.

Let's go back to the present.

tread.

tread.

tread.

Clear footsteps could be heard outside the corridor.

The electronic door lock completed its second administrator identification, the entrance door opened and closed, and indoor slippers stepped across the floor, making their way from the living room to the bedroom. There was no deliberate heavy step, but because the apartment was too quiet, each step felt like a countdown.

Kuroba Shido on the bed was completely unaware.

He was still immersed in the newly rebuilt dream kingdom, a victor's smile on his lips, muttering incoherently from time to time.

"Rice ball head... now you know who the male lead is, right...?"

"Ito, burn his strategy guide. From now on, he's forbidden from going near that corner for fifty meters..."

A figure appeared at the bedroom door.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi stood there, expressionless, watching Kuroba Shido fall asleep again on the bed. Morning light shone in from the edge of the curtains that were not fully closed, casting a thin ray of light on the floor and her shadow beside the bed.

The shadow gradually covered Shido Kuroba's face.

Having just convinced himself that reality was a dream, this corner of the wood kingdom, unaware that its kingdom was about to undergo its second physical demolition, turned over and continued to issue its final judgment.

"Even if the minister comes, it's no use... No one can stop me from ascending the throne today..."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi walked to the bedside, his face calm, his eyes chillingly cold, and then...

One kick!!!

head shot!

Shido Kuroba's health bar -999...

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"