Krishna stood in front of the massive gate, watching the steady stream of students arrive in sleek, expensive cars. Some were so wealthy that their bodyguards unfurled red carpets as they stepped out, making every entrance a small display of opulence. The sight of it all felt overwhelming, almost surreal, as he tightened his grip on the unfamiliar fabric of the high-quality clothes he wore, borrowed from Misumi's house.

Ignoring the opulence around him, Krishna took a deep breath and began walking toward the school building. But no matter how far he walked, the building seemed to stretch further away, looming larger with each step. His heart pounded, and panic crept in as he glanced around, realizing the air had turned a deep crimson, like blood saturating the sky. The normal chatter of students had faded, replaced by an eerie silence.

Suddenly, a chilling, high-pitched laughter echoed through the thick red mist, the kind that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His breath caught in his throat as he looked up and saw a twisted, demonic face slowly emerging from the sky, its grotesque features contorting into a sinister grin.

"HAHAHAAAAHHAAHA"

"Human scum begone HAHAHAAA"

Krishna's eyes widened in horror as he saw the full form of the devil emerging from the sky—Misaki, with a malevolent grin stretched across her face. Her presence was suffocating, her laughter twisted and cruel, reverberating like the echo of a bloodthirsty demon. Behind her floated an endless sea of missiles, millions—if not billions—hovering menacingly in the air, each one glinting with the promise of destruction.

Her laughter grew louder, more frenzied, as if she was reveling in the chaos she commanded. Her eyes locked onto Krishna, dark and predatory, as the missiles swirled behind her in a nightmarish display of power.

"Millions of missiles, become one!" Misaki's voice rang out again, laced with a terrifying power.

As the missiles fused together, the sky seemed to tear open, and the very fabric of the world began to crack under the immense pressure. The atmosphere shimmered violently, splitting like glass as the gigantic, world-destroying weapon took shape. The earth beneath Krishna's feet trembled violently, as if the planet itself was struggling to contain the overwhelming force Misaki had summoned.

Krishna's body froze, paralyzed by the overwhelming sight before him. His legs trembled uncontrollably, as if they could barely support his weight, shaking like a newborn calf struggling to stand for the first time. Fear gripped him so tightly he could barely breathe, his mind racing but unable to process the enormity of what was happening.

All he could do was scream—a raw, terrified cry that tore through the chaos around him. It echoed back at him, swallowed by the crushing force of the world-shattering weapon looming above, as if his voice could never be loud enough to match the terror surging through him.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Opening his eyes seeing the devil's face so close to him.

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"HAAAAAAA Please spare meeeeeeeee."

Misaki, with her eyes closed, wore a smile on her pretty face that sent chills down Krishna's spine.

"It seems that you had a delightful dream."

Laughing awkwardly, he said to her, "What are you doing up so early, Misaki?"

Ignoring his antics, she pulled a clock out of thin air. "I'm so sorry to disturb you so early in the morning."

Looking at the time 10 AM Krishna just give her a sly smile.

"Milady is waiting in the hall, so get ready quickly," she said, getting down to business before leaving the room.

After getting all freshened up, he took one last moment to enjoy the feel of his bed and soft pillow.

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In the hall

Misumi eagerly awaited Krishna's reply. She even wanted to go straight to his room but managed to hold herself back. These feelings were unfamiliar to her, different from what she had experienced with others.

Seeing how distracted Misumi was, Misaki sighed. She seemed like a girl waiting for a confession reply.

After some time, Krishna entered. Upon seeing him, Misumi stood up from her seat.

"Well, so what did you decided?"

Krishna looked at her seriously before replying, "I can't accept so much free favor from you."

Listening to him, Misumi felt a pang of disappointment but quickly composed herself. "Calling me a friend and still worrying about favors?"

"But I said beforehand that attending the same school as me was for my own benefit." Hearing this, Krishna fell silent. Misumi's sharp mind was working overtime.

"Fine, if you feel that way, I actually want something from you."

Krishna was taken aback, wondering which gadget she was referring to. But what she said next shocked him even more.

"I want your painting."

After processing this, Krishna asked, "Do you really want that painting?"

Misumi looked at him with her red, gem-like eyes, devoid of any impurity. A bright light seemed to enter his abyss-like life.

Looking at the painting in her hand, Misumi thought, No matter how many times I see this, I find different emotions every single time.

Misaki, throughout all this, watched silently.

"AAAA, flying is really fun!"

Krishna was soaring above the clouds, thanks to a gadget similar to a Take-copter but far superior. The new "Rocket Copter" was a dream come true. Unlike the Take-copter, the Rocket Copter could reach speeds of up to Mach 2 and boasted a battery that recharged much faster.

Feeling the pleasant breeze and the white clouds below, Krishna let the tension slip away. He wanted to test the device at full speed but quickly reconsidered; flying at Mach speed would attract unwanted attention, and it wasn't the right time.

Heading towards his new studio apartment, Krishna landed smoothly at his building's entrance on the sixth floor. Using the key given by Misaki, he entered.

To his surprise, it wasn't a studio apartment but a 1BHK flat. A note on the shoe rack read:

"Well, I forgot to inform you, but all the studio apartments were rented out, so you'll have to make do with this.

— Dear Misumi"

Smiling and shaking his head at Misumi's not-so-serious approach, he began inspecting his new home.

The 1BHK apartment was a sleek, urban space with large windows offering skyline views and a small balcony perfect for morning coffee. The living room featured a cozy sofa, a minimalist coffee table, and a small dining area. The kitchen was compact yet modern, with stainless steel appliances and a subway tile backsplash.

The bedroom had a double bed with exposed brick walls adding industrial charm, while the stylish bathroom featured dark tile flooring and a glass-enclosed shower. The flat felt airy and modern, blending indoor-outdoor living in the heart of the city.

As Krishna looked around, he felt something odd on his head—he had forgotten to remove the Rocket Copter. Ignoring the obvious, he continued his exploration, knowing it would take time for him to get fully accustomed to his new setup and the adventures ahead.

What will our MC do next to bring smiles to everyone? Only time will tell. Until then, keep reading and keep imagining.