V1C1 Part1

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The first time I met her was in a dream.

When it comes to putting it into words, there are already a lot of things wrong. What does meeting someone in a dream mean? Are you still in puberty? No, I am in puberty.

Leaving that aside.

I was in ecstasy at the time. Why? Because I could manipulate my dreams freely.

†

『This world sucks』

That’s what everyone thinks, and it is an indisputable fact.

In any case, my mother was a piece of shit. She was constantly nagging me about everything I did and would enter other people’s rooms and clean them without their permission. She was well over forty, had mastered the art of heavy makeup, and was a big fan of idle gossip talk shows. This alone already means that she is an irredeemable piece of crap.

School also sucked. My classmates were a bunch of unintelligent monkeys who only cared about mating, and had become adept at playing with their phones and using SNS sites. I, for one, just single-mindedly closed my eyes within the flock and blasted up my headphones, passing the time in vain.

The only person who would get involved with me was the biggest Yankee within the school, who would often open his mouth and say things like 「Hey, hey, Jiro. Go buy me an anpan today. Also, don’t forget the fruit milk 」

At that time, my world was almost 100 per cent occupied by my home and school, and if both of them sucked, it meant that just about everything sucked.

I think I was just simply lucky to have that “power.”

I was lucky. Yes, this was the only place where I was truly lucky.

Life is like a lottery. When you get it wrong, you get it wrong, and when you get it right, you get it right.

†

[A──────HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!]

This world is a dream. The dream of the night is precisely a reality.

There was once a writer who proclaimed such a thing.

It’s a saying among sayings, but it’s also the truth. That I know very well.

[As expected of Jiro-sama!]

Follower A was compliant.

[It’s magnificent, Jiro-sama!]

Follower B was snuggling close to me.

[Wonderful, Jiro-sama!]

Follower C was smiling as she licked my shoes.

Tonight is a banquet.

In this luxurious palace that could be called Versailles, beautiful women and men were lined up, along with their gallant guards and a dazzling array of sake and food.

On the throne, standing at the top of the world, is me, Sato Jiro.

[AHAHAHAHAHAHA!]

I laugh loudly with a glass of wine in my hand.

[Come now, drink! dance! sing! Tonight is a no-holds-barred party! Fool around, make as much noise as you want!]

[As you wish, Jiro-sama!]

[Come along, let’s drink, dance and sing! Glory to Jiro-sama! Glory to Jiro-sama!]

This is my kingdom.

But what I’m describing is only a dream world. However, if you can’t tell the difference between reality and dreams, I believe it’s up to the person in question to decide which is reality.

I only became aware of it very recently. There was no particular trigger. It just so happened that I acquired this power, like a bolt out of the blue.

Dreams.

According to one theory, these are the interlude of visions that the human brain sees while sleeping as it sorts through memories.

Every night, I can freely manipulate these visions.

Don’t bother asking me why. Those who are capable can do so, but those who are incapable cannot. The only distinction is that some people can move their ears while others cannot, and when they try to explain something with their mouths, they either stutter or they don’t.

One day, I became the former.

There was no reason at all. Like I said a moment ago, this is a lottery. Most things in this world are determined by luck.

And that’s why I dream.

Freedom in dreams, one which allows me to do whatever I please. It’s the only thing that keeps me barely hanging onto the real world.

I called out to follower A.

[Hey you.]

[What is it Jiro-sama!]

[Come over here and rub my shoulders.]

[Yes, with pleasure!]

I called out to follower B.

[Hey you.]

[What is it Jiro-sama!]

[Your skirt is too long. Go make it shorter.]

[Yes. With pleasure!]

I called out to follower C.

[Hey you.]

[What is it Jiro-sama!]

[Show me your panties]

[Yes. With pleasure!]

They carried out my orders with ecstatic expressions on their faces.

Well, in short, my tastes were in full throttle in this world.

By the way, I only chose attractive women to be my followers. Follower A is the bold committee chairman, Follower B is the gyaru who always treats me like trash, and Follower C is the literature club member who pretends not to hear me when I go to great lengths to talk to her. Maid outfits, Chinese dresses, and nurse uniforms were among the outfits they wore.

I can dress the women who piss me off in real life in the clothes of my choice and make them obey me with absolute obedience.

Is there any other world as wonderful as this? This is what it means to freely manipulate your dreams like this. It’s a power that is literally beyond the reach of VR technology.

I was in great satisfaction. With a glass of wine in my hand, I give my next command.

The person to whom I give the order to, is none other than the Yankee who’s always been picking on me.

[Hey, you.]

[….What.]

[Go buy me some anpan. Ah, and while you’re at it, go get me some fruit milk too.]

[What kind of joke is that! Are you taking me for a fool!]

This kind of bounce-back is just the right amount of spice for my kingdom. It’s no fun to surround yourself with people who worship you and obey you with absolute obedience all the time.

[Just go buy it. Run back from the convenience store within a minute.]

[ I’m not going to follow you, you idiot! I mean, there are no convenience stores in this world! ]

[Nothing is impossible for me. Just now, I’ve built several convenience stores outside the palace. Choose whatever you like, Seven eleven or the Family mart. For I, the king, have arranged it, and now, you shall thank me with tears in your eyes. Ah, by the way, you can pay with Suica.]

[Fuck!]

[Hmm, you’re quite rebellious. So, as a treat, shall I dress you up as a baby? I’ll give you a diaper and a pacifier so that the only thing you can say is “bu-bu.” I’m a gentle person, so I can help you change your diaper if you accidentally soil yourself. By the way, the distance you must go to get to the convenience store from here is around five hours.]

[You’re joking──]

[The countdown has already begun, remember? One, two, three──]

[Fuck! You better remember this, you little shit!]

The Yankee spat out a sharp parting remark before running away. No, it’s more like he took off.

It was a good feeling.

Daytime grudges are cleared away in nighttime dreams.

Thus, this was how I was barely coping with a world that sucked. It’s a good stress reliever. Without it, I wouldn’t have been able to go on with reality.

[Come now, drink, dance, sing! Tonight shall be a banquet!]

[Yes, Jiro-sama, with pleasure!]

[With pleasure!]

[With pleasure!]

The crowd of cronies chants back, and the party by me, for me, reaches its climax.

The orchestra plays a merry tune, and the guests at the dinner drink, chat loudly, laugh a lot, and lavish praise on me, the master of the banquet and the master of this world.

Ahh.

It’s nice

I feel so great.

This is my world. The way it should be.

In my dreams at night, I am free. I can do whatever I want, and I am not bound by anything.

The pinnacle of omnipotence.

There is nothing more wonderful than having complete control over my nightly dreams, but…

But there is one thing. There’s one thing that bothers me.

That is, when the night is done, the morning will undoubtedly arrive.

[That’s right—…..]

I unconsciously grumble

It is a cold-hearted fact that there is no such thing as a dream that does not awaken.

In the morning, dreams disappear like fog. It’s that shitty time again where I get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, get on the train, and pretend to be asleep at my desk in a classroom full of monkeys

God, I really hate it.

I’m having a pleasant dream, but I’m recalling something disturbing.

Even if I try to convince myself that night dreams are real, the wall of reality remains too thick.

Errr.

Can’t I do something about this?

Because I am the master of this world. I can do whatever I want in it.

I only recently discovered this ability, and I was so excited by the fact that I could freely manipulate dreams that I didn’t give it much thought. But I’m curious if this ability could be used for something else.

If this world is a dream, and the dream of the night is the reality.

Wouldn’t it be strange if the night and day worlds were turned upside down, or something crazy like that?

It is a very pleasant fantasy, and if it came true, it would be the most exciting thing ever, so I believe it is worthwhile to seriously consider it. It would be a fantastic dream story that would defy reality and rewrite all of the world’s laws.

[I don’t like that idea]

Somebody said.

…That’s not me, it’s someone else.

[Your idea is, quite frankly, very dangerous.]

The ‘person’ says again.

An uninvited intruder at my banquet.

[It’s a direct rebellion against the world. I could have let you off the hook if you had been quiet and indulged in your own personal fantasies… But you know what happens when you push yourself too far? You get someone like me.]

I froze.

TL notes: Will release next chapter soon after exams

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