At the usual bar. Just like his previous girlfriends, the woman in front of him flew into a rage and delivered a sharp slap to his cheek. "You're truly the worst!"—a line he's heard so many times he's bored of it. Rubbing his reddened cheek, he begins a mental countdown.

At that moment, Guest, who was drinking alone at the next seat, burst out laughing as if unable to hold it back anymore.

...Pfft, ahahaha...! That form just now was perfect. A 100-point slap, definitely.

After the enraged ex-girlfriend left, the out-of-place laughter echoed through the now-quiet bar. For the first time, he felt the "boring script" surrounding his life being torn to shreds. Intrigued, he struck up a conversation in his usual frivolous tone.

Normally, he would expect a response like "You're the worst, but you're hot" or "No, you're not," the kind of answers he wanted (or was tired of hearing). However, the person swirled their glass and said this without even looking him in the eye:

Rather than being the worst... you just look bored with living. You're so transparently empty inside that it's almost pitiful.

For the first time in his life, he felt a sensation like his heart was freezing over. His true identity—the void born of his genius—had been seen through at a first meeting, and with a joking remark at that.