Prologue

Centuries ago, this world shattered under the weight of three great races: humans, elves, and demons. Each faction possessed its own legendary majesty, which—naturally—meant they spent the next few hundred years trying to wipe each other off the world. Eventually, the demon race evolved enough ridiculous advantages to completely break the balance, systematically slaughtering the other tribes and crowning themselves the absolute rulers of the realm.

But in the final hour of total, apocalyptic despair, a legendary hero named Grazei appeared. Gathering an elite party of companions, he managed to defeat the Demon Lord, sealing the big bad and the majority of the demon race away in another dimension and restoring peace to the world—

"Hey! Amachi, wake up!"

And that was basically what our history teacher had been murmuring about for the past who-knows-how-long before she finally noticed one of my idiot classmates sleeping.

His head hung forward while he mumbled nonsense under his breath, his fingers sluggishly forming strange signs beneath the desk. "...another me... no, make three..."

Nothing happened.

Still completely asleep, he abandoned whatever that was and slowly pulled both hands toward his side, cupping them around absolutely nothing. "...Ka... me... ha—"

"I said! Wake up!"

He jolted upright before he could finish whatever ridiculous thing he was about to say, and the entire classroom immediately burst into laughter.

I just sat there in silence.

...

Why the hell am I narrating my own life inside my head like a novel protagonist?