<Previously on the story>


Donut Trumpet has only one wish: to be king.

After devouring 101 burgers, the Trumpet boy gained the strange power of a Time Leap.

On his 393rd leap, he finally struck back at the girl he hated most in the world, Lib—only to get punched down again!

Burgers and time-leaps will carry Donut up the craziest staircase of his life!

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You say it was dirty to use my papa's power to kick Lib out?


But think about it.

The real villains were the ones who piled up the rent.

If they hadn't fallen behind, I couldn't have moved my father to act.


So I enjoyed my elementary school life without Lib—fresh, clean, perfect.




And I went deeper into my research on Time Leaps.


"Big Pack 101... no, 1001!"


How far back could I really go? 


If 101 burgers sent me to the music room yesterday afternoon, maybe 1001 could take me way further—back to the dinosaur age.

I'd be king of the dinos, hunting them down.

Tremendous, total victory.


I dove headfirst into hell, eating and eating without end.

 Past 101, to 120, 121... the patties almost surging back up, tears welling in my eyes.

Then came the 156th Big Pack.

The moment I forced it down—


"Ghhff!"


I bolted for the bathroom.

Turns out eating 1001 was impossible. 


My research proved it: no matter how much I ate, the limit was three days back.

And to trigger a Time Leap at all, I still needed to choke down at least 101.


Even so, a Time Leap is a powerful weapon.


The first time I leapt, I blabbed the secret to my family.

But once I realized how strong it was, I told no one. 

For all I knew, anyone could leap if they ate 101 Big Packs, right?


Anyway, I used the power of the Time Leap to secure my throne at school.


On tests, I memorized the nerds' answers and leapt back—always ranking at the top.

In PE, when someone went for a basketball shot, I leapt in front and blocked it.

As for music class... whatever.

My singing was flawless already.

The teachers had no choice but to admit it.


But what I loved most was the moment everybody shouted, "Awesome!" at me.


My greatest weapon for that was talk.

If I bombed a line, I'd just leap back and redo it with the perfect punch. 

With each leap, my talk got sharper.

The boys roared, "Donut, you're the best!"

The girls' eyes burned into me.

I was always on the throne of Key Foresta Elementary.




And then one day, I came up with the ultimate finale for my school life.


Applause, cheers, girls screaming my name—just imagining it made my heart pound like a drum.


"The King Festival!"