I wish patience for both of us, friend

Harry sat on the edge of his bed, staring at Max, his fingers twitching as he struggled to process what he'd just heard. Amnesia? Seriously?

He couldn't wrap his head around it. Yet, the longer he looked at Max—the guy's unnervingly calm expression, his eerily precise movements—the more suspicious it all seemed.

Thousands of thoughts swirled in his mind, each wilder than the last. He'd played enough games and read enough novels to recognize a trope when he saw one.

Amnesia? That was practically the first chapter of every great and mysterious protagonist's journey!

Some hero losing their memories after a grand battle, or waking up with no idea who they were but destined for greatness. Heck, the situation practically screamed "main character energy."

'Wait… what if Max really is one of those?' Harry thought, his fingers drumming against his leg. 'Main character vibes—check. Amnesia—a rare but killer trait—double check. Oh, man, what if he's secretly OP?'

'Are we in some kind of a novel or game?'

His mind raced back to their classroom earlier. Max had been acting… strange. Not just awkward, but completely out of it, like he was seeing the world for the first time.

Which meant, amnesia happened during the history class.

"History really is a weapon of mass destruction," Harry muttered, almost unconsciously.

Max tilted his head slightly, his calm demeanor breaking for just a moment as confusion flickered across his face. "What?"

"Nothing!" Harry waved him off hastily, though his mind was spiraling further. 'Think about it. What if this whole amnesia thing started in history class? He acted like a total fool back then. And after he pressed yes, he disappeared, and boom-! Makes sense, right?'

Harry squinted at Max, deep in thought. 'And then… how did he save me back there? The guy was sprinting through monsters like a pro. Does he have some cheat? Like… leveling up or some overpowered system?'

His eyes widened as a realization hit him. He leaned forward, practically buzzing with excitement.

"Hey, Max," he said, his voice low but eager. "What happened after you pressed 'Yes'? Did you get teleported to this place? Or did something else happen?"

Max blinked at him, his calm mask slipping ever so slightly. He nodded slowly, his tone measured as he began to recount his experience. "I… appeared in a strange place. There was nothing but darkness. Then, I heard a voice."

"A voice?!" Harry's eyes sparkled, but he quickly forced his expression into something more neutral. "Go on."

Max hesitated for a moment before continuing. "It told me if I wanted to skip the intro and start the hell tutorial or something and when I said yes, it asked me to survive. Then… something appeared. A creature. It was called a Lesser Demon."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. 'A Hell tier tutorial?! This guy's the real deal.'

Max continued, his voice steady but laced with a strange edge. "It attacked me. I… didn't know how to fight. It killed me."

Harry's jaw dropped. "Wait—you died?!"

Max nodded, his expression unreadable. "Again and again. Every time I died, I returned to the same place, the same fight. It was… endless."

Harry leaned in, his excitement barely contained. "And then?"

Max's eyes darkened slightly, remembering all those gruesome and painful moments. "I learned. I fought. And eventually… I killed it."

Harry's breath hitched. 'This guy really is a protagonist. There's no doubt about it now. Tutorial? Check. Death and resurrection mechanic? Check. Fighting a monster and winning through sheer grit? Oh, yeah, we've got ourselves a main character right here.'

"I received rewards," Max continued, his tone flat. "But then, I lost consciousness again. When I woke up… I was here. Right outside the forest. I wandered until dusk… then heard screaming. I ran. I found people, you surrounded by monsters and the rest you know."

Harry sat back, his mind racing faster than ever. 'This is it. The rarest and most overpowered MC trope—guy with amnesia who starts in the middle of a messed-up situation but has some insane cheat system. He's definitely OP. And—hold on—so that is how I saved by him?'

Harry snapped out of his thoughts and grinned at Max, leaning over to clap him on the shoulder. "So it really was you who saved me. Thanks, man. Seriously. I owe you big time."

Max nodded, though his gaze lingered on Harry, as if trying to figure him out. "You're welcome."

But then Max's expression shifted, his brows furrowing slightly. He stared at Harry, his voice quiet but firm.

"Can I ask something?"

"Haha, of course, you are my savior after all." Harry replied, his mind working on the background.

"Do you know what's happening? What happened to me? What happened to everyone? And where are we?"

Harry froze, blinking at Max. For a moment, he felt like the world had tilted. Max's question hung in the air, heavy and unrelenting.

Then, Harry's lips quirked upward into a slow, deliberate smile. He straightened up, crossing his arms as he took on a mysterious, almost smug air.

"You," he said, his voice low and dramatic, "have asked the right question… to the right person."

Max stared at him, unblinking.

Harry mentally screamed, 'This is going to be awesome.'

Max blinked wondering if he really made the right choice. But this guy was the only one he knew and talked to since that 'amnesia' thing.

So, he could only choose to put his trust in him. Not to mention the guy seemed really knowledgeable about everything.

"Cough..." Harry coughed, as if to gain Max's full attention and started.

"Honestly, I have no complete idea what's happening or what will happen. Nor where are we and what caused you to have amnesia."

"However, I might be the only person who might have a clear idea about everything."

"First of all, we are now in the End."

"Or more simply - in an apocalypse event."

"And... We seem to have isekaied too."

"..."

"..."

"You didn't understand anything, did you?" Harry's lips twitched seeing Max's confused state.

"...Yes." Max replied after a pause.

'Damn, I forgot about the most important thing,' Harry chuckled wryly. 'These types of MCs are like newborn babies, albeit a bit better. And they are mostly a pain in the neck to deal with...'

'Sigh...'

'Guess, I have no choice but to drag him to my world, huh.'

"I wish patience for both of us, friend."