The fat otaku sits at home and solves cases with ease. His innocent appearance reveals the power and wisdom to expose criminals. This rising star, the fat otaku detective, has dominated the detective world, spanning the Heisei and Reiwa eras.

Looking at Ooka Momiji, who bore the titles of 'childhood friend' and 'adopted sister,' Mr. 55, whose body after transmigrating was now named Ooka Takeshi (originally Akai Tsutomu), felt a slight panic. "I have no memories of what happened before I entered the Ooka family. The idea of ​​having an adopted sister I could marry was just a natural progression… So, could you please remove that gun from my temple, Mary?" Mr. 55 said calmly, looking at the girl beside him who was pointing a pistol at his temple.

• Unexpectedly 'kidnapped' on his way to another world for a mission, Yun Xianhe stands on the street, looking at this world where yesterday's robbery, today's car accident, and tomorrow's impending explosion, listening to Xiao Tiandao say that their main theme here is redemption, his mind is full of question marks. Is this definitely not some kind of calamity invasion script that needs a savior? • Since he's here, he might as well make the best of it. The quick transmigration master, who's just on vacation, diligently rolls up his sleeves and does the mission. Save people first, then 'kill' people, with a clear distinction between good and evil (?). The chosen one of this world is so cute, looks so pettable. Sure enough, it's better to give the brat a good beating. Those people over there, stop looking, it's a system mission.

Being transported to Beika Town, a city with a crime rate far exceeding Gotham's, is a rather unfortunate situation. But who says Beika Town is necessarily hell? Here, thirty years equals three months, granting you immortality. Here, the Suzuki Group is an absolute beacon of financial investment. More importantly… criminals here won't recant their confessions unless their lawyer is Eri Kisaki. Criminals here will accept circumstantial evidence unless their lawyer is Eri Kisaki. Criminals here are flamboyant and masters of intrigue, scattering clues everywhere while claiming to commit the perfect crime. Prosecutors here, even if the police arrest the wrong person and lose the trial, will only blame their own incompetence. Police here have substitutes for their jobs, guaranteed marriages, and even fatal injuries are protected by the Grim Reaper, so there's no worry about their downfall. "Putting aside the drawback of being stuck in the timeline and unable to climb the ranks, this is heaven." The Metropolitan Police Department's Investigative Division…

Traveling through the world of Detective Conan, Chi Feichi was sent to the hospital.

Tuesday.

Doctor: “What day is tomorrow?”

Chi Feichi: “Wednesday.”

Doctor: “Cough, tomorrow is Friday.”

Chi Feichi: “…”

August 21.

Doctor: “What day will it be tomorrow?”

Chi Feichi: “August 22nd.”

Doctor: “Cough, tomorrow is January 1st.”

Chi Feichi: “…”

When everyone thinks that the chaotic time is correct, and one of them cannot correctly identify and integrate into it, then this person is an outlier, a patient!

Once admitted to the hospital, it is as deep as the sea, and it is impossible to recover in this life.

Chi Feichi took a deep breath: “Old! Son! No! Do it!”

Reporter: "Mr. Daidouji, many people say your policy platform is too radical. What's your opinion?" Daidouji Sousuke: "The more they oppose me, the more it proves I'm right." Reporter: "And some people say that after you joined the Metropolitan Police Department, the level of crime in Japan suddenly escalated. What's your opinion on this?" Daidouji Sousuke: "This proves that our law enforcement methods are still too lenient and haven't deterred criminals." Reporter: "Then could you explain why your election opponents are often involved in inexplicable murder cases? How do you control all of this?" Daidouji Sousuke: "Sorry, no comment." Watching this finally revealing scoundrel leave, Daidouji Sousuke sternly ordered: "Come on, take Conan to this reporter's house for two days..."

Science is a big stage, if you don’t have cheats, don’t come. Kurosawa Hoshino said, it just so happens that I have cheats. ... Conan: "I just found the clues and he solved the case right after. Isn’t this cheating? Can it be played without blocking?" Hattori Heiji: "How can anyone deduce like that? Cheats, it must be cheats." ... Vodka: "Brother, after we kill the target and meet Kurosawa Hoshino, should we kill him? To prevent him from deducing that we are the murderer." Gin: "Stupid, we will only leave after killing the target. We will not stay there to quickly prove to him that we are the murderer, because he can't find us at all." ... Kurosawa Hoshino: "Sorry, I just watched the anime, not cheats."

Arriving in the world of God Slayer, the cheat code turns out to be a relationship development system. Is there something wrong? Luckily, I have a special ability similar to "equivalent exchange." After sacrificing my own name, perhaps I can impersonate an Outer God? Incarnated as the Last King in God Slayer, I became the ruler of the celestial realm at Demon High School, the most powerful god among gods, and handed over a divine contract in the Demon Garden... This is a story of a god born to be a god, who, after failing in his struggles abroad, must return to inherit the multiverse.

At the age of twenty-six, Haru, who had been dating Yukino for seven years, finally reached what lovers call the seven-year itch. Their daily lives were filled with endless arguments and boredom over trivial matters. Finally, when Yukino became pregnant out of wedlock, their biggest conflict finally erupted. However, time is a mysterious thing; perhaps the gods heard their prayers. An accident transported the naive couple back to the day they first met in high school. "If it happens again, I'll never date you!!!" "If it happens again, I'll never date you!!!" From their beds in the infirmary, the two gazed at each other, their younger bodies uttering these words. But could it really be so smooth? So, Haru Kasuga and Yukinoshita Yukino, please do it again! !

In Class 1-A of Tokyo Advanced Nurturing High School, there was a student who became the talk of the school from the very first day. He was effortlessly cool, even doing his cleaning duties, eating lunch, and standing as punishment in the hallway. Every move he made exuded—Cool! Cooler! Coolest! This student, who embodied coolness and elegance to the extreme, was named—Sakamoto. He casually pushed up his glasses: "I am Sakamoto. What brings you here?"