I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

A musty smell mixed with the scent of fried food.

To pass out the moment the blessing disappeared.

Sitting at a square table, he mulled over the hazy memory. The curl tugging at his mouth wasn’t from nostalgia.

"Finally..."

This was clearly the pub near his house, a place he used to frequent. That it was a dream, of course, was no problem at all.

Ding-dong—

He pressed the call button on the table. A familiar sound rang out, but the owner, who always fried chicken with a sour look on his face, didn’t appear. Turning his head, he realized the place was empty. Of course, he didn’t mind.

"Hmm..."

Rising from his seat at once, he strode toward the counter in the distance. Picking up an upside-down beer glass, he held it beneath the tap of the draft machine above.

His brow furrowed the moment he pulled the lever. Nothing came out. The same was true for the other tap beside it.

Thunk.

He immediately set the mug down and turned toward the kitchen.