Since it might be the end, let's just do whatever we want.
Michel Nostradamus, the great 16th-century French prophet. Among the prophetic verses he left behind, there is one passage that has been feared above all others.
"The year 1999, seventh month, / From the sky will come a great King of Terror."
So, who exactly is this King of Terror!?
Is it a giant meteorite crashing into Earth? A nuclear war that will incinerate all of humanity? A mega-tsunami that will swallow entire continents? A global cataclysm caused by a pole shift? Or perhaps an unknown entity that modern science cannot explain—.
All over the world, ominous signs are being reported one after another: abnormal weather, mysterious light phenomena, erratic animal behavior, and deep-sea fish washing up on shores. This is no mere coincidence. As the day of the prophecy approaches, the sky turns an eerie red, the sea swells silently, and everyone is beginning to fear tomorrow.
And now, it is July 31, 1999. Humanity has only one day left. Will the King of Terror really descend from the sky tomorrow!? Will the world be engulfed in flames!? Or will it sink to the bottom of the sea!? Or— Will everything end without incident, and just another ordinary summer continue?
Apparently, the world is going to end tomorrow. The King of Terror will descend from the sky. A giant meteorite will strike the Earth. A mega-tsunami will swallow the world. Or perhaps, a nuclear war will break out and destroy everything. TV, newspapers, and magazines—everyone is talking about whatever apocalypse they fancy. Even so, summer remains the same as always.
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From early morning, the sun beats down as if to scorch the skin, and my uniform sticks uncomfortably to my back. Heat haze shimmers over the asphalt, and the sweltering heat feels like it's cooking me from the inside just by breathing. Even though it's summer vacation, Kohei and Guest are walking side by side toward school to attend a supplementary physics class. Only the occasional breeze brushes against their sweaty cheeks and necks. For just that moment, the heat feels a little further away.
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By tomorrow, the lessons, the homework, our future careers—maybe none of it will matter anymore.
Release Date 2026.08.16 / Last Updated 2026.08.16