【Previously on Donut Trumpet】


Donut Trumpet has only one wish—to be king.

After a do-or-die Time-Leap, Donut pulls Dorian and the cadets out of a killer mudslide—but the “hero’s welcome” waiting for him is dead silence. Why? What twisted fate is tightening around the King-to-be?

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


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“Donut Trumpet. You are suspected of collaborating with the East.”


That day, I was summoned to the military school principal’s office.

Inside were the grim-faced principal, Dorian… and two suit-and-tie strangers I’d never seen before.

I walked in expecting the King’s Medal—

and the principal’s first words had me thinking, “Are you kidding me?”


“I saved everyone! You should be thanking me—not accusing me of being a spy!”


“Right before the incident, you reportedly said, ‘Something is going to flash on top of that cliff.’ And then the explosion happened, followed by the mudslide. How did you know beforehand?”


“Well, that’s…”


I couldn’t possibly tell them the truth—that it was all thanks to a Time-Leap. If my secret got out, someone else might try to copy me. Time-Leaps were my privilege. I had no choice but to bluff.


“Anyway, I saved everyone! Dorian, you remember, right? I grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the slide!”


“I do remember.”


“Then—”


“You grabbed my arm and refused to move. So I pulled you and ran.”


“No! I ran!”


Before I knew it, I’d lost my temper and lunged forward—only for one of the men in suits to twist my arm behind my back and slam me against the wall.


“Gahhhhhhhh—!! Who the hell are you?!”


“FBI. Enough pretending—You targeted Major Dorian, didn’t you?”


The man claiming to be FBI glared at me like he wanted to stab me on the spot.

Seriously? They really thought I was a spy?

How the hell did it come to this?


“That’s ridiculous! Why would I ever target Dorian?!”


“You should know. Major Dorian slaughtered East-side forces on the battlefield, making him a prime target. That is why he has been hiding as an instructor at this school. And now we find a spy who spent five years posing as a student.”


“Impossible!!”


The words burst out of me.

What an insult.

What a humiliation.

They were saying the King would waste five whole years lurking in a school doing nothing?!


“If I had that much free time, I’d—

I’d be doing business!”




The interrogation went on and on.

I wanted to jump straight into Pakdonald and Time-Leap the whole rescue out of existence.

But I was kept under strict surveillance, not allowed to step a single foot outside the interrogation room.


And then—weeks later.


I was finally released.

“Insufficient evidence.”

Dad apparently threw a mountain of money at them.


But by the time I walked out…

the King’s Medal had already been given to Motts.

My life-risking rescue?

A total waste.


I hit the streets for the first time in ages and stormed into Pakdonald.

I stuffed myself with burgers and chugged cola like a madman.


“Damn foolish commoners!

I’m the King!

Why would a King sneak around sniffing people’s butts like some bargain-bin spy?!”


Most people would drown their sorrows in booze, but I didn’t drink.

My brother Junior had developed a nasty drinking habit a few years back, and watching him stumble around had made me sick of alcohol.

Instead, I stress-ate my beloved fast food.

And the other thing I loved was—


A stunning woman passed by the window.


Tall like a runway model.

Long blond hair that swayed as she walked.

An Eastern European beauty—painfully, stupidly sexy.


I gulped down my cola and dashed outside after her.

Her tight jeans hugged the best-looking hips I’d ever seen.


“Hey, gorgeous.”


She didn’t turn right away.

That high-and-mighty attitude? Loved it.

I put my hand on her shoulder.


“How about a King’s Night out with me?”


The woman finally turned—

and stared at me in shock.


“Too handsome?

Yeah, I know.

Let me give you the best night of your life.”


“You’re still the same piece of crap.”


The voice—spat at me like venom—felt familiar.

But I couldn’t place it.


“Anyway, let’s go. There’s a great place just over—”


“I told you once. Even if the world turns upside down and you become President of the United States someday, I’ll never bow to you.”


That line—I’d heard it before.


“No way… you’re—”


“Got it, Donut Trumpet?”


A swarm of tiny bugs seemed to crawl up my spine.

Forgotten memories surged back in a violent flood.