Raka was just an ordinary photocopy shop employee. His life was monotonous: refill toner, press buttons, smile at customers who got mad if their paper was even half a millimeter crooked.
One night, while fixing a stubborn copy machine, the machine suddenly glowed bright. In a flash—WHUUMMM!—Raka was sucked inside.
When he opened his eyes, he landed in the middle of a vast meadow. Above him, two moons gleamed in the sky.
"Welcome to the world of Zypherion!" croaked a frog in a tuxedo.
Raka gawked. The frog stood upright, holding a magic staff and wearing a top hat.
"Wait… is this… isekai??" Raka muttered.
Before he could ask anything else, a massive red dragon—big as a truck—strode toward him.
"Stranger from another world," the dragon rumbled. "You were summoned here to—hold on. What's that in your hand?"
Raka blinked. He was still holding the portable photocopier (don't ask how it got dragged here with him). Out of curiosity, he pressed the button.
BRAK! A sheet of paper slid out. On it was the drawing of a golden sword.
The picture shimmered—then transformed into a real sword in Raka's hand.
The frog froze. The dragon's jaw dropped.
"So your power… is photocopying reality?" the dragon whispered.
Accidentally, Raka tried again—this time, photocopying the frog.
DUPLAK! Another frog popped out. Identical tuxedo, identical hat… except this one was a little chubbier and immediately started munching on rice crackers.
Thus began Raka's bizarre adventure. He didn't know who summoned him, but rumors spread across Zypherion: a Demon King ruled the land, commanding an army of… broken printers.
Somehow, Raka the Copy Shop Guy felt this was his destiny. Alongside the chatty dragon, the dapper frog, and his infinite stack of copy paper, he roamed the world.
When bandits attacked, they ran away once Raka photocopied instant noodles and lured them with steaming broth. When they ventured into a pitch-black forest, Raka casually copied a flashlight from an electronics brochure.
But something strange lurked beneath the comedy. The more Raka used his photocopier, the more the world itself began to blur—like a page running out of toner.
It felt as if reality itself could run dry at any moment.
Raka sat frozen by the campfire that night. Blank sheets of paper were scattered around him, some already transformed into real objects: instant noodles, flip-flops, even a portable fan that somehow kept running without any power outlet.
The red dragon—who had introduced himself as Arzathor—was busy reading a photocopied manual, freshly translated by the robed frog, Sir Kuroak.
"This machine… it's no mere tool," said Arzathor grimly. "I can feel it… each time you copy something, Zypherion trembles. Like threads of fabric being pulled too tight."
Sir Kuroak nodded vigorously, his mouth full of duplicated cracker crumbs.
"Yes, reality is like paper. And you, Raka, are pressing the copy button far too often. If the world's toner runs dry… nothing more can be duplicated."
Raka rubbed his temples.
"So what you're saying is… I could wreck this world just by running an office machine? That's insane. This is worse than overtime shifts."
Before they could discuss further, the night sky shook. From afar came the sound of a broken printer—grinding, screeching, the clatter of paper jams.
BRRRRTTT—KREEEEK—TTEKTEKTEK—!!!
Out of the forest emerged a horde of paper creatures. Their bodies were crumpled, faces smeared with ink, and their eyes glowed crimson.
"The Demon King's army…" whispered Sir Kuroak, eyes wide. "They are Paperjinn—spirits of ruined paper! Once they wrap you up, you'll become part of their eternal archive."
Raka swallowed hard. His hand instinctively reached for the photocopier.
"Okay… don't panic. If this world is like an office… then what's broken can be fixed. Right?"
He placed a blank sheet inside, then with trembling hands set a rubber eraser on top of the machine.
WHUUMMM—CRASH!
A glowing white sword emerged, forged of light that erased stains of ink. When Raka swung it, the nearest Paperjinn was sliced in half, its body erased and returning to dust.
Arzathor snorted in awe.
"The Eraser Blade… a weapon that can undo the misprints of the world. Boy, you've conjured something even the legends never spoke of."
But before they could celebrate, a massive shadow loomed from the forest. Not an ordinary Paperjinn. This was… a monstrous photocopier, its terrifying face framed by dangling cables like tentacles, its beeping cries of error unending:
"!!! ERROR 404: PAPER JAM !!!"
Sir Kuroak trembled, his hat nearly slipping off.
"That… that is one of the Demon King's Generals… Canon-Ku, the Eternal Jam!"
Raka's throat tightened. He realized at last: if his enemy was a broken printer… then maybe the only one who could fix it was him.
Raka stood at the edge of the forest, his hand still gripping the Eraser Blade that had just been born from the photocopier. The Paperjinn crumbled into dust, the night wind carrying away the fragments of torn paper.
Suddenly, a floating notification appeared in the air with a loud TING!
🟦 [Quest Updated!]Title: Paperjam MenaceObjective: Defeat the Demon King's General, Canon-Ku!Progress: 0/1
Sir Kuroak's eyes widened. "Oh! It seems this world truly recognizes your strength, Raka!"
BRAAK! From behind the trees, Canon-Ku, the photocopier beast with a face of iron, emerged. Its cables dangled like tentacles, its eyes flickering red with a horrifying sound:
"!!! ERROR 404: PAPER JAM !!!"
At once, another screen floated in front of Raka:
🔴 [Boss Encounter!]Canon-Ku, the Eternal JamHP: ███████████████████Weakness: Unknown
Raka swallowed hard. His hands trembled, but he forced a smile."If this really is a game… then every problem must have a walkthrough."
He placed a small screwdriver on the photocopier. WHUUMMM—!!A Toolbox of Maintenance +1 materialized in his hands.
TING!
🟩 [Item Acquired!]Toolbox of Maintenance +1"Opens the path to un-jam fate."
Arzathor exhaled smoke from his nostrils, both awed and uneasy. "Human child… do you truly intend to face the terror of the office with… a toolkit?"
Raka shrugged. "Hey, when a machine breaks down, you fix it. That's just SOP."
Do you want me to keep the game UI text (like HP bar, quest box) as-is, or adapt it into a more narrative/prose style so it feels like a fantasy novel instead of a game log?
🌑 [Boss Battle Start!]
Canon-Ku, the Eternal Jam, towered before them. Its cables writhed like black ink tentacles.
🔴 [Boss Encounter!]Canon-Ku, the Eternal JamHP: ███████████████████ (100%)Status: [Paper Jam Overdrive] [Error Loop]
Arzathor spread his wings, ready to unleash fire. Sir Kuroak raised his staff, glowing faintly.
Raka glanced at his faithful photocopier, taking a deep breath.
TING!
🟦 [Skill Unlocked!]Copy: Maintenance ToolboxCooldown: 3 TurnsEffect: Attempt to Fix/Weaken Mechanical Enemies
"Alright then…" Raka muttered. "If the boss is just a broken printer… then the ultimate move is technician mode!"
Canon-Ku roared:"!!! FATAL ERROR: TONER LOW !!!"It unleashed a barrage of crumpled paper, raining down like deadly projectiles.
TING!
🟨 [Incoming Attack!]Canon-Ku uses Jam Storm!Damage: Moderate AoEEvasion Check… FAILED!
HP Raka: ████░░░░ (40%)
Raka was hurled to the ground, paper stuck to his face. But he reached for the newly-formed Maintenance Toolbox.
"Time for an emergency service call!"
He placed an oil can on top of the photocopier.WHUUMMM—!!
TING!
🟩 [Item Created!]Lubricant Spray of InfinityEffect: Removes Jam, Restores Order
Raka dashed forward, kicked open Canon-Ku's panel, and sprayed deep into its mechanism.
💥 CRITICAL HIT!Canon-Ku's Paper Jam Overdrive dispelled!HP: ████████░░░░░░ (55%)
Arzathor immediately followed up with Dragon Fire Breath. Sir Kuroak cast Duplicate: Magic Buff, creating two spectral clones that danced and chanted around him.
TING!
🟦 [Party Buff!]Attack +20%Defense +10%Duration: 5 Turns
Canon-Ku let out a guttural roar, its machinery rattling violently. Warning lights flickered red, projecting text into the air:
"!!! SYSTEM CRITICAL: SUMMONING JAMMED ARMY !!!"
From its core, it spewed out hundreds of Paperjinn, flooding the battlefield.
TING!
🔴 [Phase 2 Initiated!]Canon-Ku HP: ██████░░░░░░ (40%)Summons: Paperjinn Horde x 50
Raka straightened up, sweat dripping down his face. "Alright… if the enemy's spamming paper…"He shoved a pack of instant noodles into the photocopier.
WHUUMMM—!!Stacks of steaming ramen bowls materialized, their aroma irresistible.
TING!
🟩 [Item Created!]Infinite Instant RamenEffect: Distract Paperjinn (100% success)
The Paperjinn swarmed the ramen bowls, forgetting the fight entirely.
Canon-Ku roared in frustration, its lights flickering wildly.
💀 Final Phase Incoming…
Canon-Ku went berserk. Its cables whipped against the ground, leaving cracks in the earth. Warning lights blazed with a final signal:
"!!! CRITICAL ERROR: INITIATING SELF-DESTRUCT !!!"
TING!
🔴 [Warning!]Canon-Ku is about to explode!Countdown: 3 Turns
Arzathor roared, "Raka! If it detonates, the entire forest will be reduced to ash!"
Sir Kuroak staggered, his two duplicates panicking along with him. "Quick! Use your copying power one more time!"
Raka glanced at his photocopied selves, then reached into his pocket. He pulled out… a photocopier user manual he always kept in his wallet.
He placed it on the machine.
WHUUMMM—!!
TING!
🟦 [Skill Unlocked!]Copy: User Manual of DestinyCooldown: 1 Battle OnlyEffect: Overwrites Mechanical Errors
A glowing manual materialized in his hands. Raka flipped it open, then pressed the final page against Canon-Ku's chest.
"If you're a printer…" Raka shouted, "then I'm… your technician!"
A surge of white light burst forth, erasing Canon-Ku's errors line by line. Its cables drooped, its lights dimmed, its roar faded.
HP Canon-Ku: █░░░░░░░░░░ (1%)
Arzathor unleashed one last stream of fire.
💥💥💥
Canon-Ku collapsed, its machine-body shattering into fragments of glowing paper before vanishing.
✨ [Boss Defeated!]Canon-Ku, the Eternal Jam — Purified
TING!
🟩 [Battle Results]EXP Gained: +3,500Gold: +240Loot:
Jam Core Fragment ×1
Toner Crystal ×2
Legendary Blueprint: Photocopier Mk.∞
Sir Kuroak leapt with joy. "Hooray! Raka, you truly conquered General Jam!"
Arzathor snorted, but a faint smile tugged at his scaled face. "You… are more than a technician. You are a savior."
TING!
🟦 [Quest Complete!]Paperjam Menace — Cleared!Reward: World Stability +10%, Title [The Copy Savior] Unlocked
Raka slumped down, gasping for breath. He stared at his glowing photocopy double, as though it was holding new power.
"Copy Savior, huh? Hhh… if this keeps up, it really feels like overtime."
Kuroak munched on duplicated biscuits, smiling with satisfaction. Arzathor gazed up at the twin moons.
Far away, black mist gathered. A whisper echoed—the name of the Demon King of Broken Printers. Raka's battle had only just begun.
🌟 [End of Chapter: Canon-Ku, the Eternal Jam] 🌟