The last thing I remember was slipping in the bathroom while scrolling memes on my phone. The next thing? I opened my eyes to find myself standing in a field of glowing mushrooms, a broken staff in my hand, and a group of armored knights staring at me like I was supposed to save the world.
"Uh… hi?" I said. My voice cracked like a teenager at karaoke night.
One knight stepped forward. His armor gleamed, his face was dead serious. "Brave Hero, we summoned you here to defeat the Demon Lord. What power do you wield?"
My brain panicked. My mouth, as always, worked faster than my survival instincts.
"I… control volcanoes by singing off-key opera."
Silence.
Then, BOOM—an actual volcano erupted in the distance. The ground shook, lava burst skyward, and the knights all dropped to their knees in awe.
That's how I discovered the truth: in this world, my magic works only when I talk absolute nonsense.
And if the rumors about the Demon Lord are true, I'm going to need a lot of nonsense to survive.