?[Time Data Archive: February 27, 2026 - 09:12:00 AM]
[Coordinates: A failing cafe on Earth]
?The shop was empty. Dead as fuck.
?"SSS+"—the only hope for humanity forty years into the future—was currently sitting with his legs kicked up, one hand stirring an iced coffee and the other glued to his phone, scrolling through Toptop to watch long-legged girls shaking their asses.
?He let out a long yawn. Bored. Life was moving along with the blandness of unseasoned soup. His parents had left him a house and a cafe storefront; every day he’d open up, brew a couple of cups of coffee, and sit there catching flies. He was fully aware that he was the textbook definition of a "useless freeloader." Because he had too much free time and zero pressure to earn a living, he had developed a habit of teaching himself random shit on the internet just to stave off the boredom.
?As he lazily slid his finger across the screen, SSS+ suddenly looked up.
?Right in the middle of his cafe, space began to warp. A scruffy, bearded man, ragged and... stark naked, dropped onto the floor with a thud. The man looked up at him with bloodshot eyes and screamed at the top of his lungs:
?"WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU DOING ANYTHING?!!!"
?And then... BOOM!!!
?Holy mother of fuck! The guy exploded right in front of him! Blood, guts, and brains splattered everywhere, painting the cafe walls red and landing right in his half-eaten bowl of wonton noodles.
?SSS+ froze for five seconds. He dropped his phone and rubbed his eyes.
?One... Two... Three...
?He opened them.
?The cafe was sparkling clean. No blood. No mangled remains. The scene was deserted and silent, with only the rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan.
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?SSS+ blinked and cursed under his breath: "Goddamn it... I must be hallucinating my fucking mind off from gaming all night."
?He shook his head in disappointment. Honestly, what was wrong with his brain? If he was going to hallucinate, why couldn't it be some hot, half-naked girls? Why did his mind have to conjure up a naked old bearded man blowing himself to bits? What kind of budget-basement hallucination was this? It felt like a scene from a trashy B-movie.
?He let out a sigh, grabbed a bottle of chili sauce, and squeezed a massive glob of red into his wonton noodles for some heat, nonchalantly chewing as he ate. His other hand picked the phone back up, his thumb returning to Toptop.
?"Yeah, no more staying up late from tomorrow... Sleep deprivation is wrecking my nerves."
?But just as the wonton noodles slid down his throat, SSS+ started coughing violently, screaming:
?"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!!"
?He had just muttered a wish for hallucinations of naked girls, and apparently, the universe was listening! But the price was no joke.
?The air in the cafe began to warp maniacally. Pop! A naked woman dropped onto the table. Pop! A filthy child exploded. Pop! Pop! Pop! Men, the elderly, women... dozens, hundreds of naked ghosts appeared, crowding the cramped cafe.
?As soon as they appeared, their blood-red, desperate eyes locked onto him. Some knelt, some clawed at him, their screams shattering his eardrums:
?"PLEASE SAVE US!!!"
?And then... BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
?A series of human-flesh explosions went off like Lunar New Year firecrackers. Body parts, blood, and organs flew everywhere, sticking to the walls, staining the floor red, and drenching SSS+ himself.
?"Crap! What the hell is going on?!"
?SSS+ screamed in agony. Suddenly, a gaunt old man lunged from nowhere and delivered a staggering kick right to his face. Before he could process it, the old man also exploded into a cloud of blood dust, showering his face.
?His cafe world was now drowning in fresh blood and shredded meat. SSS+ stood there, mouth agape, eyes bulging. He looked like a demon submerged in the deepest, bloodiest pits of hell.
?But in the blink of an eye... everything vanished. Clean. Dry. He was left standing alone in the middle of the shop, the stench of blood seemingly still stuck in his throat.
?And that was only the beginning of the nightmare.
?He couldn't even remember anymore. 1 person... 10... 100... 1,000... 10,000... and more! Hundreds of thousands of bodies from the future kept flinging themselves through time, thudding down in front of him day and night, and then taking turns exploding into pieces. They screamed, they cursed, they begged, they prostrated themselves.
?He was being brutally tortured by this chain of "hallucinations" to the point where he couldn't even close his eyes.
?Nobody can sleep in this miserable situation!
?The breaking point was last night. SSS+ was just drifting off to sleep when—BAM! A naked woman appeared right on his bed. Before he could react, she swung her leg and delivered a agonizingly painful kick right between his legs, screaming shrilly as she did:
?"CHANGE THE FUTURE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!"
?Then she exploded into blood dust, drenching the comforter he had just washed.
?This morning, SSS+ dragged his wretched self downstairs. His eyes had dark circles like a panda, his beard was overgrown and patchy, and his nerves were stretched thin like a wire. He had the comforter wrapped tightly around himself, his hand firmly gripping a massive non-stick frying pan.
?"Motherfucker!" SSS+ ground his teeth. Hallucination or demon, he didn't give a shit anymore. Just try and show up, and he’d beat the living hell out of them before they could even explode!
?Author's Note (From a cafe with no customers):
?In fact, I think SSS+ is me, and he might also be you—those of you reading this line.
?He was never meant to be a hero or a savior. He’s just an ordinary guy being forced by a cruel, insane future to pick up a frying pan. If hundreds of thousands of exploding corpses from the year 2066 hadn't dropped down to push him into a corner, then SSS+ would forever remain just like me and you—idle, lazy, freeloading bums, scrolling through social media, watching mindless videos, and letting life pass by uselessly.
?But sometimes, the apocalypse likes to call the names of the most useless among us.
