In a modern world, he was the forgotten adopted son, the perfect student no one ever saw, the boyfriend betrayed and ridiculed to the bone.  
When he finally broke, he didn’t cry.  
He laughed.  
And together with the only girl who understood his madness, he turned the school into a circus of blood, fireworks, and red confetti.  
He died smiling, in her arms, happy for the first time.

But death was just the opening act.

Reincarnated as two little demon children in a basket, left at an orphanage in a world of magic, they discovered that every victim of the massacre had been brought along — memories intact, hatred boiling, and now equipped with powers, levels, and skills to fight back.

The treacherous ex-girlfriend.  
The 14 guys who laughed at him.  
The classmates who filmed it.  
The teachers who looked the other way.  
They’re all here.  
And they all remember.

But Joker and Harley don’t want revenge.  
They want to play.

In a world where women are treated as commodities and abandoned children are forgotten, they’re going to build the greatest circus that ever existed.  
With a family of eight insane little sisters, an eternal mother who hugs you to death, and a big sister who came back from the future — only to find out they’d already saved everyone.

Because anyone who messes with their family becomes fireworks.  
And anyone who becomes family gets eternal hugs.

Here, kings, heroines, goddesses, and even the victims themselves will learn the most important lesson:

The Joker never plays fair.  
And the show…  
has only just begun.

We walked out the front door, backpacks on our shoulders, like we were going for a casual stroll. We walked three blocks, entered the empty park, where the trees swayed like silent witnesses. Hana put an earbud in my ear.


— Want to press the button or should I?


We both placed our fingers on the button.


The explosion was beautiful. More beautiful than any fireworks. An orange fireball that swallowed the entire house in seconds, as if hell had opened its mouth to devour my past. The shockwave knocked down trees 200 meters away, and I felt the ground tremble like my laughter.


Hana screamed with joy, jumping into my arms.


— That was beautiful, Satori-kun! But that was just the appetizer!


She kissed me, tongue of strawberry and blood, sweeter than any revenge.


— Monday we have class. We'll be on time. And no one will ever suspect the two perfect students who miraculously survived the "accident."


We walked away, hand in hand, laughing until our stomachs hurt. Because there was no more lonely Satori. There was the Smile Duo. And the next show would be at school. With a full audience.


Chapter 4 - Chapter 4 – 30 Minutes to the Show