My Extraordinary Everyday Youth

The old gods are dead, and the new gods have yet to be born.

In the narrow gap between the Apocalypse and the old era, humanity humbly begs the stars for mercy.

But they don't know that these so-called "gifts" are merely candy, carefully wrapped by the mastermind behind the scenes.

I need neither the scepter that symbolizes power nor the sword that represents dignity.

Because I am the rules themselves.

While the world trembles for its survival, I've already arranged the music for my entrance: the wind, mocking fate's clamor.

"The world is so cold, isn't it?"

I raise my glass to the empty throne, but my eyes turn toward the impassive girl in the corner.

"So I've decided to coat this cruel reality in a rosy blush."

(A refreshing Tomato Novel, literary and elegant, a rising star.)