Ep 10-1,  Adapting to This World Is Hard. Especially for My Princess.

Heavenly Army, Doraon dorai_ By Ooahan JS

(Orang’s POV)

I feel like crying.

Instead, my nose is running.

Sniffling pitifully, I reflect on the miserable state of my life.

Sniff. Sniff.

The room is dark, but sleep refuses to come.

That’s because there’s a thunderous noise echoing through the room, stabbing into my ears like an unrelenting curse.

A snore.

A monstrous, earth-shaking snore, the kind you’d expect from a drunken brute who passed out in a gutter.

How… how can a woman snore like this?

And yet, she is my princess.

Once, she was the sacred daughter of the Jade Emperor. A being to whom I owed unconditional devotion and loyalty.

But the woman who now carries that divine soul, Lee Seo-min…

I cannot stand her.

Once, I was the most revered warrior of the Jade Emperor’s personal guard, celebrated across the celestial realm.

Even after my demotion, I rose again, serving in the elite forces of the Seven Star Army, admired by comrades and beloved by celestial maidens alike.

And now…

I am lying on the floor of Seo-min’s shoebox-sized apartment, trying to get some sleep.

Lee Seo-min.

The woman who houses my princess’s soul.

The woman who, apparently, has zero maternal instincts or basic human decency.

Yes, I may have the appearance of an older man during the day, but at this moment, I am a four-year-old child.

And yet, she is peacefully sprawled out on her comfortable bed…

While I am left to sleep on the floor without even a blanket.

A towel is all I have.

One beneath me, one draped over me like some pitiful beggar.

This… this level of mistreatment is beneath me.

Before sleeping, I had, of course, rightfully claimed a spot on the bed.

Only to be promptly exiled.

She shoved a towel at me, all while yawning.

“You sleep on the floor with this.”

“With… this?”

“I don’t have an extra blanket.”

“Why not?”

“Because I live alone, and one blanket is all I need. I don’t like clutter. I’m a free spirit, okay? I travel light.”

“What about a pillow?”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

She grumbled, stomped over to the fridge, rummaged through a corner, and then—

Threw a roll of toilet paper at me.

“What is this?”

“What do you think? It’s your pillow. Just squish it down. Anyway, I’m going to sleep. Turn off the lights when you’re done. I need to save on electricity.”

…

A roll of toilet paper.

As. My. Pillow.

This is an insult to the divine.

Fine. No pillow, then.

At least, that was my resolve.

But here I am now, standing over the toilet paper, stomping on it to flatten it down.

If I were in my adult form, I could’ve easily crushed it with my hands.

But right now, I am trapped in this cursed body of a four-year-old child.

So I stomp.

And stomp.

And then—

“SHUT UP!”

Seo-min’s voice tears through the darkness.

I freeze.

Then, very slowly, I lower myself down and sit on the toilet paper instead.

It flattens instantly.

…Should’ve just done that from the start.

Now, with my newly compressed “pillow,” I lie down.

Only to be blinded by the ceiling light.

Right.

I need to turn that off.

Because heaven forbid I waste electricity in this hellhole.

But as I make my way to the switch, a painful thought strikes me—

Is this really what my life has come to?

The switch is near the fridge, too high for my tiny arms to reach.

I stretch.

I stand on my toes.

Nothing.

So I jump.

Carefully, silently, I leap up and smack the switch.

The room plunges into darkness.

Then, using my hands to feel my way back, I return to my pathetic sleeping spot on the floor.

And now, unable to sleep, I stare at the ceiling.

Lost in despair.

This world is foreign, strange.

But the worst part?

I have to endure it for three years.

With her.

I feel my eyes burn with unshed tears.

I was once a god among gods.

A flawless, eight-head-tall warrior with sculpted muscles, the perfect balance of masculinity and refinement.

And now, this.

Reduced to a penniless, bedless child in a rundown human dwelling.

This… This humiliation.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been stripped of half my divinity, leaving me with only 50% of my celestial power.

Maybe that’s why I’m feeling these terrible, human emotions—shame, frustration, rage.

But let me make this clear.

That incident earlier?

When Seo-min grabbed me by the hair and started screaming?

That was NOT my fault.

In the celestial realm, a man’s sacred place does not react unless he is in love.

I am that kind of man.

No—that kind of god.

So tell me—

Why the hell did it react back there?!

I swear on the Jade Emperor’s name, I do not love Seo-min.

Nor do I love the princess’s reincarnated soul.

And yet… it happened.

Without reason.

Without warning.

It moved.

I can only assume that this is because I’ve become more human.

Is this what it means to be a man?

To have your body betray you, completely against your will?

It is horrifying and inconvenient.

…Perhaps it is a blessing that I have been sealed in this child’s form.

Because if I were in my adult body, and this happened—

I would be utterly useless.

Mission? Impossible.

I would be done for.

I close my eyes, trying to escape into my memories.

And there she is.

My lover.

My beautiful, celestial Lotus.

“Heehee! Orang-sama, catch me if you can~!”

“Ah, my dear Lotus. You tease me so.”

“Ooooh, you’re making my heart race! Teehee!”

Her flowing blue dress flutters as she runs ahead, the curves of her perfect figure swaying with each step.

Her slim waist, so delicate it could be encircled with a single hand.

Her soft, ample bosom, rising and falling with every breath.

This—

This is what love should be.

Not—whatever the hell I’m stuck with now.

Her sweet, musical laughter fills my ears.

A sound that warms my very soul.

And just as I reach for her—

“GGGRRRRRRHHHKKKK!”

A monstrous snore rips through the silence.

I snap back to reality.

Back to the cold, hard floor.

Back to Lee Seo-min.

…And I shut my eyes, forcing myself to pray.

Jade Emperor, grant me strength.

I will need it.