After working myself to death from overwork, a beam of light “pew~” sent me back.
They say I’m the last Giant of Light on this planet.
But I can’t even afford next month’s rent.
Now, a sixty-meter-tall monster is breathing fire in the city center, while my boss yells at me over the phone:
“Whatever your excuse is, get back to your desk in ten minutes or you’re fired.”
I looked at my overheating transformation device, then at the overdue bill on my phone.
Forget it. I’ll call in sick first.
