"Who is the genius who wrote this detailed story?"
A man asked himself while holding a book he found under his bed.
Suddenly, from the System of the kingdom, a loud announcement echoed across the land.
[Citizens]
[From King Dan]
[Attention!]
All citizens dropped their gadgets and stopped what they were doing. They focused all their attention on the announcement.
[I, King Dan of the Kingdom of Knower, shall execute a new law!]
[One that no one has ever dared to declare within this kingdom.]
[This is about the growing lack of child education in our society.]
[Thus, I have decided to command all parents to send their children—aged fifteen and below—to attend school in the Grandeul Jail.]
[Again, I repeat! All parents must ensure their children attend school in the Grandeul Jail!]
The people were confused and began murmuring:
"Why would the king require our children to attend school?"
"What?... There's no need for that!"
Many agreed.
Eventually, they all returned to their daily routines and jobs.
---
Meanwhile, King Dan sat alone in his room—a place filled with the fragrant scent of everlasting flowers hanging from golden walls, adorned with the most expensive materials.
He was deep in thought, eyes narrowed with focus.
"Is this perfect?... No, I must think with caution. As a king, I have to consider every possibility and act accordingly."
He stared at the floor as if watching a television screen he couldn't take his eyes off, afraid to miss a single scene. His concentration was intense.
"Is this truly... the right thing?"
He sighed softly and pushed himself backward using his foot, falling onto his multi-layered bed. He let go of his thoughts for a moment, resting peacefully, free of worry for the future.
---
Far beyond the universe—beyond light, darkness, even the concept of the void itself—exists a realm where the boundaries of reality are set.
What lies beyond is unknown to most… but understood by those who dwell within.
There, in the incomprehensible vastness of the cosmos, where even infinite universes cannot fill the space, a man carried a sleeping boy in his arms.
"This boy is not me. He is him, and I am me...
Bwaaaa... Hahahaha!"
He laughed loudly and accidentally spit saliva onto Anon's face.
He panicked and slowly placed Anon on the ground.
"What a hassle… I should start doing my job."
He walked away, glancing back and muttering:
"Just sleep there... and dream of good things—
While I fix this mess of yours."
He smiled and turned his back.
---
Meanwhile, Anon slept soundly. The loud wind, the chirping of giant birds—none of it disturbed him.
He dreamed of something.
Something he wished could last forever.
In his dream, he saw the back of a man. It was familiar. He shouted:
"Dad... Daaaad!"
The man turned around, his lips moving as words came forth.
As Anon ran toward him, the voice said:
"It's a dream, Anon… but memories with you are worth my remaining life..."
Then Anon awoke. His hand reached up as if trying to catch something.
He stood, his mind blank. Stretching and yawning, he rubbed the back of his head.
"What a nightmare that was..."
He rubbed his eyes.
Then something changed.
He looked around and saw towering houses, people gossiping and laughing. Though he stood far above them, the scent of food, fruits, and the buzz of a massive crowd reached him.
He was shocked—his eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Whoa! That's amazing!"
The wind blew strongly, waving the long garments he still wore since separating from Deuso. His yellowish hair and gleaming green eyes shone with curiosity.
He leaped into the scene, running down joyfully.
But then… something felt wrong.
Like he had lost something important.
In the middle of a wide, grassy land filled with colorful, dancing flowers that nearly covered his small body, he stopped. His eyes widened.
He looked down, raised both palms, and muttered with a terrified tone:
"I… I can't…
M-my power!
I can't feel it anymore!
What is happening?"
He tried to chant:
"Great Collapse!
Great Collapse!"
His voice was loud… but nothing happened.
He fell to his knees, hopeless.
Covered by the tall grass and flowers, Anon couldn't understand what was happening. He had no idea what had caused the loss of his power.
Then he remembered…
The other him.
Older Anon.
Anon Xembo.
He looked around for him and shouted again and again until his voice went hoarse.
He cried out:
"Why!?"
The loss of his power meant he could do nothing.
"I'm... I'm just a useless brat now..."
Tears dripped onto his clothes. He sobbed hard.
A minute passed… and he was still crying.
"I shouldn't have left Dad's side..."
Regret began to grow inside him.
Then, Deuso's farewell echoed in his heart:
"Anon, remember: the moment you decide to do something… never regret that you chose to do it."
He stood up, regaining strength.
"Right! This is my story!
A protagonist faces danger and obstacles—and overcoming them will make my story even greater!"
He ran, determined to find Xembo—the only one he believed could help restore his powers.
From above, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"If life depends on power, then by power life is brought...
Kid! How're you doing?
I came back like a hero—looked like you were going to explode a moment ago!"
Anon looked up, annoyed by the arrogant tone.
"So you were there all along, watching me cry and enjoying it?
You arrogant bob!
Just wait till I get my powers back!
I'll bury your face into the ground, facing your own butthole!"
He screamed.
Xembo floated above, arms crossed, grinning arrogantly.
"Apparently, kid, I'm the only one who can return your power!
And remember…"
He pointed to himself proudly.
"I am!
The!
Greatest!
Anon!
Xembo!"
"And you... you're just a pitiful little dust to me!
Bwaaa–Hahahahahaha!"
He then accidentally spit saliva—again—landing right on Anon's face.
"Ohhh... sorry… again?"