<Previously on Donut Trumpet>


Donut Trumpet has only one wish—to be king.

After gaining the power to Time-Leap by devouring 101 burgers, Donut is thrown into a brutal marching drill. A massive mudslide crushes him, twisting his right leg in half—but even then, he wolfs down 101 burgers again, determined to save his squad at any cost.

Burgers and Time-Leaps will carry Donut up the craziest staircase of his life!


…………..


Before I knew it, I was trudging through a torrential downpour at the very back of the line.

My right leg was still intact. Ahead of me, I could see Dorian’s back, marching on in silence.


“Stop!”


But Dorian kept walking.


“If you keep going, you’re all dead!”


Shoving past the others, I forced my way to the front and blocked his path.


“One more step and this whole thing goes to hell. Turn back. Now.”


Dorian looked at me like I was asking him to believe in unicorns.


“If you can’t keep up, Donut, just quit already.”


“That’s not it! I’m telling you—it’s bad. Really bad. Trust me for once. That cliff is gonna collapse!”


I pointed into the darkness, where the cliff loomed like a giant shadow.

Dorian narrowed his eyes at it, checked the sky… and then just kept walking.

Naturally the whole squad followed.

I chased after him, practically screaming.


“I said it’s BAD! You’ll die too, idiot！”


“The terrain and weather are stable. There’s no danger.”


“It’s not just terrain or weather! I saw a flash up there. Actually—no.

I’m going to see it. Any second now!”


Dorian shot me a glare sharp enough to slice a steak.

I panicked and added:


“I’m serious! Someone’s up there! Not imaginary enemies—real ones! I’m telling you the truth!”


The students snickered. To them, I was just pulling another “Donut wants a break” routine.

That’s when Motts the Musclehead stepped forward.


“Quit disrupting the drill.”


“Oh, shut up. Trying to score points? I came here to save you idiots. My leg was broken, and I still stuffed down 101 Big Packs for you!”


“Poor little Donut. Did training finally fry your brain?”


“Listen—just turn ba—HEY HEY HEY!”


Motts hoisted me like a bag of potatoes to drag me out.

But then, someone else whispered:


“…There’s someone up on the cliff.”


A ripple of panic shot through the squad.

The next moment——a red flash ripped open the darkness.


“GET BACK!!”


My scream sent Motts and the rest sprinting.

Thrown to the ground, I grabbed Dorian’s arm and ran for my life.

A deafening roar exploded behind us.

The cliff gave way—earth and rock swallowing the place we’d been standing seconds before.



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Birdsong.

Morning sunlight streaming through the window.

The next day, back from the marching drill, I woke up buzzing with triumph.


“I saved EVERYONE. I’m the hero. The King’s Medal is mine.”


When I walk onto the parade ground this morning, the entire class is gonna bow to Master Donut.

I mean, I literally saved their lives.


I got dressed, strutted onto the field—and found my classmates huddled together, whispering.

Cute. Probably gossiping about me.


“Yo. Talking about Master Donut?”


They all flinched.


“It’s fine, really. I don’t mind you praising me out loud. After all, you owe your precious lives to me—your heroic Donut King!”


I flashed them my royal smile.

But…

They didn’t reply.

They just scattered away from me—standing at a distance, staring like I smelled funny.


Why…?

What the hell is going on…?