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“Yikes, you pervert!”

“Ugh!”

The man, who made a perverted expression after accidentally lifting a girl’s skirt, was sent flying into the sky by a punch from the girl. As he flew through the air, he happily crashed through someone else’s house ceiling.

In an ordinary world, this would be impossible, but here, it’s possible. After all, this is a “comedy anime world.”

“Running late as usual.”

Students hurrying regardless of such incidents.

“Really… my panties don’t look cute today…”

A female student tearing up over a strange point.

“Hahaha! I am the greatest man in this world!”

“As expected of our teacher!”

A physical education teacher with eyes defying gravity and pupils shaped like flames, followed by students with crew cuts.

I was living in a world where all of this was normal. No, I used to live in it.

***

Looking at the pitch-black, dust-covered ceiling, he said, “It’s an unfamiliar ceiling.”

As soon as he uttered those words, an indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up within him.

“I really wanted to say that!”

Thinking so, he sat up.

Creak, squeak.

The bed I had been lying on had sunken deeply. The room was so narrow that it could barely accommodate two people.

“I’m reminded of the time I was falsely accused and spent a week in prison, haha.”

The sudden change in environment wasn’t very shocking for me, having lived in a world of maximum comedy. I got off the bed nonchalantly.

“Huh?”

Only then did I look down at my body, feeling like my legs had become much shorter than they were supposed to be.

“Huh?”

Puzzled by the significantly reduced length, I abruptly got up from the bed. Judging by my height, I looked about 13 years old.

“Now I’m getting younger by the minute.”

I’m not a joke…

Feeling incredulous, I burst into laughter and soon began to survey the room.

“What’s this? Is this really a prison?”

I saw the window with bars on the small window above the dull gray room and thought it might really be a prison.

“First, let’s look around.”

There was no need to search every nook and cranny. The room only contained a small bed and a desk. There were no drawers in the desk, and the only thing I could find was an old book.

“Where…”

I unfolded the old, stiff, and worn book like paper that had been wet and then dried.

[The one who saved me from becoming a slave through filthy bloodlines is my god and savior, Odil.]

“What is this nonsense?”

The contents written in lines were all praising the sorcerer named Odil.

“Huh, what kind of name is Odil? It appeared in the novel I read yesterday. Could there really be a name like this?” As I sneered at the words that seemed like they would only be used in “Brother Odie,” my body suddenly stiffened.

“…Novel?”

This is insane.

I urgently threw the book aside and grabbed my hair. The old ribbon tied behind my head came loose. When I saw the new white hair that fell down to my shoulders, my pupils shook aimlessly.

“No, this can’t be!”

I sobbed as I tightly clenched my hair.

“When did I write a 5800-character long comment?! Or did I collaborate with the author until the serial ended?! I’m just guilty of falling asleep while casually reading a popular novel!”

I couldn’t scream out loud because I knew how dangerous this world was.

“Even if I’m possessed, why did it have to be the villainess in a dark fantasy novel?!”

Contrary to the common cliché, the body I inhabited wasn’t even that of a noble household’s child!

“No, this must be a dream. Yes, it’s a dream.”

I staggered and lay on the bed, clasping both hands tightly together, closing my eyes.

“Please, Lord, tell me it’s a dream. Please, please, please.”

With tightly closed eyes, I prayed earnestly in my heart and then suddenly realized something, so I opened my eyes slightly and said,

“…status window.”

…Nothing happened. Damn it.

I muttered with my hands covering my eyes.

“This is a dream. Yes, it’s a dream.”

As I muttered to brainwash myself, my mind became much lighter.

“Yeah, maybe it’s really a dream. It’s not like this has only happened once or twice.”

Using dreams to show the “if universe” in a comedy anime world is common sense among common senses.

“Should I just try dying? Then wouldn’t I wake up?”

Glancing at the window, I realized that jumping out was not the answer. Once again, I put both hands on my chest and closed my eyes.

“Lian!”

“….Yes! I’m here!”

At the loud noise, my body jolted up. It was an instinctive movement. At the same time, my head began to throb.

“Ugh…”

Pain and unfamiliar memories started flooding in. It was the memory of the body’s owner, Lian. Watching the scenes passing by, it seemed like he had run away from his abusive parents and been caught by a slave trader. After being sold as an experimental subject to a dark magician’s laboratory and working hard as the dark magician’s lackey, he ended up being put in charge of managing the slaves.

“I’ve seen this bastard in novels, but he’s really trash.”

Why did the dark magician entrust Lian, who viewed young children merely as experimental materials, with management? The reason was simple. This guy’s character was so rotten that even a demon would be impressed.

“Lian!”

“Yes!”

As I organized my thoughts, an irritated knock was heard. Since I could have been turned into a puppet by magic if I had been a little later, I quickly left the room.

Clank.

Upon opening the iron door, a long corridor stretched out. The source of the knocking was the room directly across from mine. Lian, the dark magician’s exclusive servant or whatever, had a room right across from mine.

Tap tap.

“Pardon me!”

“Come in!”

Click.

As I opened the door and stepped inside, a thin, dry man couldn’t hide his sensitive expression as he looked at me. As I entered the room, a musty smell hit my nose.

“Let’s air this place out and live.”

Muttering to myself, I reluctantly walked in.

“Hurry up and clear these things away.”

The sorcerer pointed his wand in one direction.

“Ugh.”

What he pointed at was something pixelated.

“Looks like I’m back in the world I used to live in.”

In the comedic anime world, anything exceeding certain limits was pixelated like this.

“…Even in the women’s changing room.”

Thinking of perfectly placed towels and hazy mist, I shed tears inwardly. Fortunately, it seemed that when doing such things, they could be clearly seen. Of course, since I had never experienced it, I couldn’t be sure if it was true.

“I have some business to attend to, so clean thoroughly.”

“Yes! Great Odil! Please go and come back!”

“Alright.”

Odil left the room, leaving me alone.

“Surely the familiar spirit said it was under surveillance.”

In the novel’s description, it was certainly so. Abandoning the foolish idea of wandering around, I brought an old bag from one side of the room and put the pixelated object inside.

“Ugh, it’s sticky and warm.”

After putting the pixelated lump into the bag, I tightly closed the entrance. When I pulled the handle on the wall, a space for putting something appeared. After putting the bag inside and closing it, the bag went down somewhere along the wall. It seemed to be a place for disposing of trash.

“By the way, this room is too dirty. There’s a lot of dust.”

The floor and walls of the room were quite dirty.

“It’s just like our mom.”

Thinking of our mother who couldn’t do any housework but had a big heart, I left the laboratory.

“I should tidy up the remaining traces neatly.”

There was a bloodstain-like puddle where the pixelated object had been. I had to clean that up neatly to finish the job.

“The mop is definitely here.”

I went down to the kitchen and opened the cleaning tool box placed on one side. I took the cleaning tools from inside and went back to the room.

Some time passed.

“Whew, I’m done.”

I lightly wiped my forehead and looked around the room. The sparkling clean room was now free of any accumulated dust.

“It’s almost instinctive to just clean the floor…”

As I scratched the back of my head…

“I’m back… What’s this?!”

“Oh, you’re back.”

“Why is my room so bright?! Did you use your sacred power?!”

“Yes, yes? No, no!”

“Otherwise, how could this room be shining like this?!”

His face flushed with excitement.

“No, no. It shouldn’t be sparkling like that…”

“Huh, was my crystal ball originally this color? No, no! This must have been purified!”

Overwhelmed by the shower of praise, his expression turned sour.

“You guys…! You’ve been treating it nicely, haven’t you?!”

“What?! Wait, calm down for a moment!”

“Calm down? After betraying me?!”

As he was about to cast a spell with the jewel at the end of his staff…

With a flutter, a crow that had been dozing on the candlestick flew up and landed on Odile’s shoulder.

Caw caw!

The crow shed tears and conveyed some meaning to its master.

“What? It’s just that it’s clean from cleaning?”

Nodding.

“Just from cleaning, it can become this clean?”

“Well, um… Actually…”

Realizing that this was my only chance, I spoke up.

“I thought of it as a place used by someone as great as Odile, and without realizing it, my determination flared up… I didn’t think it would make you feel bad. It’s all because I respect you too much, Odile.”

“Yeah, right. Um.”

Odile, who had lived unrecognized for a long time, blushed and cleared his throat. He seemed to like the praise.

“Indeed, Odil! The pride of the dark sorcerer! Even the demons are astonished, admiring and envying the dark sorcerer!”

“Well, yeah. That could happen. Yeah. Okay. From now on, clean up appropriately.”

“Yes!”

Odil nodded his head and swiftly turned around, and his familiar crow flew up and returned to its perch. I quietly raised my thumb to the crow, which then nodded its head while showing its wings like fingers.

‘The worth of feeding Odil’s snacks.’

Odil praised his past self for secretly providing the nuts he had bought to eat, as he looked pitifully hungry.