First Look: The 8th son? Are you kidding me?

Shit Protag lives alone in a small flat, passes out, and wakes up as a child at a medieval-looking banquet. He is astonished at this extravagance, positively giddy to have landed so luckily in the lap of luxury. Turns out, though, that it was all just a put-on for a wedding; this family can not afford to actually live like this, so they eat stale bread and homeopathic soup for every meal. This justifies intensifying inequality even further.