<Previously on the story>


Donut Trumpet has only one wish: to be king.

One day at the neighborhood’s favorite burger joint, Pakdonald, young Trumpet spots a cola flying through the air—and realizes something huge!

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


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I carried a single Big Pack on a tray to the table as if it were bread offered up to a god, and set it down gently.


My old man snorted.


“You came all the way here and you’re only getting one?”


“No doubt about it. I’m back in the past. Believe me.”


Mama Macaron stared at me, wide-eyed.


“Donut, you’re not on some weird drug, are you?”


“This isn’t drugs. The key is this Big Pack.”


I peeled back the wrapper.

The golden bun peeked out.


“I choked on a Big Pack while thinking about how I was gonna beat Lib to a pulp. Then I woke up back in that music room.”


My brother laughed, teasing.


“So that means the Donut sitting here is from the future?”


“Yeah… no. Not exactly.”


I noticed my shirt was spotless.


“There’s not a cola stain anywhere. So only my consciousness got blasted back.”


“Blasted back?”


“Yeah — I ‘blasted’ — a leap. If I gotta name it, it’s a time-leap! By choking on a Big Pack I can time-leap. I’m a Burger Reaper!”


Now I could finally gut that fucker Lib—no question about it.

My chest hammered with excitement.

I swallowed the Big Pack in one go.


“Stop, Donut!”


By the time my brother shouted it was too late.


The Big Pack jammed my airway with not a millimeter to spare.

I couldn’t breathe. Cold sweat trickled down my back and the pain split my head.


Lib. I was going to smash that arrogant little—no matter what.


“He’s choking! Call an ambulance! Hurry!”


I heard my brother’s voice.


Then the world went black again.