The world was chaotic. Dragons covered the skies, monsters tilled the earth, and even the very plants carried daggers within their petals. It was complete chaos and he loved it. There was no limit to the levels of destruction. The earth could split and he would shrug.

It was perfect. This world celebrated his growth, his strength, and at a point his conquests.

So tell him, why. Why did the worst challenge ever come to him was…

Online Spreadsheets.

Let's rewind. This is Mako Kokomi. Appearance wise: an ordinary japanese salesman that works in the office of some company for some random worker. He wakes up, eats, rides a train, and stays on the computer for hours on end. Go home, drink, sleep, and wake up all to start the cycle again.

"I've conquered tyrants. I can conquer these documents." He muttered. Tapping keys upon keys upon key, he smashed through files after files.

And twenty minutes later, his head was on the desk steaming like a boiling pot.

"Already taking a break I see."

Mako's head snapped up.

"Manager!" His boss was wearing that permanent smile on his face. The friendly office boss and yet he could feel the daggers behind it. "I'm not taking a break. I just needed a quick second to recharge!"

"Recharge?"

Shivers ran through his spine. "N-Never mind! I'm good and ready!"

The manager smiled and walked off. Mako sighed and just slumped in his chair. The days of magic and sorcery were somewhat behind him. The human world has been very accepting of his circumstances and he was able to blend in with the population with no problems.

Money has become no problem and there were plenty of vices to keep him entertained. But the life of a human was so boring compared to the life of a sorcerer. But that part of his life was put on the shelf.

His eyes drift to his palm and concentrate the mana within his body, ancient text formed on his skin. Mako sighed as he read those symbols.

It was a contract.

A magical contract that bounds him to the building and the employees within. The terms were simple. Work amongst the humans, provide labor for business, and protect both the building and employees from any supernatural threat.

It was a simple contract, but one Mako had agreed to when he first came to the human world many years ago.

"You keep sighing like that. Did something happen?"

Mako jumped a little when he hid his hand and looked to see his kouhai Kobayashi. He's been around for sometime and, due to the nature of his contract, knows every single person there.

"Ah it's nothing Kobayashi. Just tired as usual."

"Hm." She walks off.

Kobayashi was a hard worker. She never complained much about work and clocked in and out on time. An interesting fact would be her drinking nights as he knows that she shares them with her friend Takiya.

There was nothing of significance from that in particular. Still, it wasn't like he was friends with any of them. Time was slow for him so any friends he might make either transfer or get promoted and he was stuck here.

The day ends and Mako is one of the last people to leave. He watches every leave and then joins the masses.

It was time for his evening routine.

Convenience store bento.

Beer.

And arriving at his lonely apartment.

The sound of TV filled the room as Mako laid out his evening feast. Lighting up the room to something less depressing and cracking open a cold one, this was life.

"One, two, three. One, two, three." Stretching his stiff limbs and doing his daily mana purge, Mako sat in front of the TV, draining his first can, and put on a new anime.

"There's a new anime? Animated by Kyoto?!" He sat up. His drunken stupor began as he loudly praised the new animation. Laughing and choking slightly on food, Mako let the hours pass by.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Tired, crusty eyes opened as Mako found himself on the floor. A dozen beer cans scattered on the floor and an empty bento box rested on his chest.

"Why does the sun have to rise?" He moaned. Slugglishy pushing up, Mako looked at his phone. "I could've sworn it was 11."

Kicking the cans and a quick five minute shower later, Mako walked to the train. He had to be the first there and the last to leave. This was the cycle. The cycle of boring peace. While it was personally unfilling, it was the perfect life to fade away.

The office welcomes him and he grabs a coffee. The scent of coffee filled his nostrils and even covered...wait. He sniffed the air. Something was off. The scent of paper, ink, and sweat still covered the room, but there was something else. Something forgein.

Getting up and sniffing about, Mako kept smelling more and more. It was forgein. It was...magical.

"Eh, Kokomi?"

He opened his eyes and saw Kobayashi and Takiya looking at him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, Kobayashi. I smelled something weird and…" He stopped and sniffed again. The scent was a lot stronger and it was emanating from Kobayashi! His eyes slightly widened as he stepped back. "Kobayashi, you don't smell that?"

"Smell what?"

Mako turned to Takiya and noticed he smelled similar. It wasn't the same scent on Kobayashi, but it was similar.

"Uh, nothing. Must be something else."

He stepped back and rubbed his nose. As he walked Kobayashi, he could smell one, no two different scents.

"Dragon."

"Hm?"

Mako cleared his throat. "Dragging. Today's really dragging me."

"Work just started, but ok." Kobayashi said, shrugging her shoulders as she continued to work. Mako walked outside into the hallway.

He leaned against the wall. He takes a few more sniffs. Each time it verifies more and more of his thoughts. He stares at his hand for a second and slowly clenches it. He felt his lips slowly curl up, teeth bared, and his throat hitching. A deep chuckle escaped his teeth.

"A dragon. A dragon is with Kobayashi and Takiya."

His black eyes began to fill with blue light. Electricity began to crackle.

"Kokomi! Where's yesterday's report?" An employee called.

Mako pulled out his power and looked back into the room, apologetically scratching the back of his head. "Oh it's on my desk, next to today's reports."

He waved them off and sighed as he got himself proper for the work day.