Side: Nakajima Atomu (Atomu-kun)
My boss is legitimately incredible.
First off: he’s absurdly strong… strong to the point where you just back away slowly.
Kaiser Dragons? One hit. Yes — ONE hit.
One strike.
One punch.
Legitimately unreal.
Also: he’s popular. POPULAR popular.
Completely average-looking, and yet popular to a degree that defies measurement.
It is not an exaggeration to say that any encounter with a beautiful woman has a 100% conversion rate into a new housemate.
Day one of meeting them: “I don’t hate this at all.”
THAT popular.
Legitimately insane.
Yeah. You heard me.
The man is a walking harem factory.
And the WOMEN he’s pulling are just as unreal:
The queen of the palm-top rabbits.
Succubus nobility.
A money-obsessed fox girl.
A Sage-aptitude high school girl.
A dwarf child who can get bigger and smaller at will.
Nothing about this makes sense.
A little girl who can get BIGGER and SMALLER at will? Genuinely, what?
Truly, a divine dodge of criticism from Scary People.
The boss said it himself in the comic version: do the “I don’t hate this at all” while she’s SMALL, and “the editor-in-chief gets angry.”
But keep her big permanently, and the people who prefer her small are let down.
Hence: bigger and smaller. At will.
That’s right.
This is the legendary leave-it-to-the-reader’s-imagination divine play.
Anyway. Legitimately unreal.
His FRIENDS are also unreal.
A literal Demon Lord. A curry-loving Demon Lord.
Who is also a loli-baba.
None of it parses. The Curry Demon Lord. GENUINELY none of it parses.
And my boss is officially recognized as her EQUAL.
Yes — full peer status with the loli-baba Curry Demon Lord.
Word is, boss reached Demon-Lord-equal status within his first MONTH in this world.
—One month. He took the world’s summit in under ONE MONTH.
Because — Demon Lord. Equal. You understand.
Like — you’d back away from that, right?
Too incredible NOT to back away from, right?
It’s so unreal I get chills.
But you know what the MOST incredible thing about the boss is…? One time I botched the seasoning ratios on dinner—
“Atomu-kun. This is a bit heavy on the salt.”
“Sorry, boss…”
“Eh, everyone fumbles sometimes. Don’t sweat it.”
“Wait — you’re going to EAT it? You don’t have to eat the bad batch, boss!”
“It’s edible-tier bad, so it’s fine. Besides—”
“Besides?”
“You made it with your whole heart, didn’t you? And the mottainai ghost scares me.”
At “mottainai ghost,” Mayu and I burst out laughing — “GOD I miss Japan” — and then the boss laughed, and then everyone was laughing.
—And that’s the thing.
The boss is a GOOD person.
Like… just a plain, honest, good person.
This world, underneath everything, is a pretty vicious dark fantasy — nearly every transferee gets chewed up by it.
Miyamoto did. Mayu did. I did.
In a world this merciless, falling into darkness is the DEFAULT path…
But here — Mayu and I laugh without even trying.
And the reason is simple: with the boss at its center… there’s a gentle world spreading outward from this place.
—And THAT’s why I love the boss.
Following him for life.
That’s the vow I made in my heart.