"That year, I saw the students of Class B slumped in their chairs, sobbing uncontrollably. That scene is unforgettable. At that moment, I thought, if I could become the class president of Class B, I would lead Class B to victory!" "So, Ichinose, let me be the class president of Class B." "No, Uesugi-kun, you're too radical." "Ichinose, you'll regret this!" "Uesugi, I am the class president of Class B." *Slap!*... "Hmph, naive Ichinose, do you think I can't do anything if you don't agree? Shibata, notify Kanzaki to prepare to close the net!" "Uh, um, Uesugi—" "Shut up, Shibata, this time we must act quickly. Before Ichinose can react, expel them from school. I want to see who can stop me this time." After a while, "The wind on the rooftop is so strong..." "Uesugi, come down quickly, I will never reveal your plans to Ichinose again." "You write it down!!"

[Peerless Tang Sect] + [Anti-Three Abuse] + [Fatherly Love, Daughterly Filial Piety] + [Aizen] + [Unsung Boss] Shrek City. Heartbroken, Moon and Xuanzi stared intently at Aizen, who stood high in the sky. "Aizen! Turn back now, everything can still be salvaged!" Aizen, rising slowly within the anti-membrane, looked emotionlessly at the suffering Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and the elders of the Sea God Pavilion below. "This world is sick—history has been distorted beyond recognition, good and evil are blurred. From this moment on, the so-called empire will be wiped out, the so-called gods will be torn down from the altar, and this window of opportunity for the throne of heaven will also end." With this, Aizen removed the black-framed glasses that concealed his ambition. "From now on, I will stand in the sky."

[I will be joining V on June 18th, I hope everyone can continue to support me! ] Seeing that the world was on the verge of breaking, the world consciousness that was unwilling to dissipate cooperated with Dazai who held the book. They summoned souls from higher dimensions, and as long as they collected the energy that overflowed during their activities, they could use it to repair the world. In the higher dimensions, a holographic game called "Dazai's Cross-Time and Space Help" was born. A miracle among billions of worlds, Mr. Dazai is holding a book and planning a brilliant plan to usurp the throne. Now the future leader is seriously short of people, and needs several enthusiastic people to rush to Yokohama and Dazai.

My name is Fujiwara Seiji, a transmigrator. What I love most isn't saving the world, but admiring the helpless yet beautiful sight of those arrogant heroines falling into the abyss. When the black-stockinged upperclassman, Kasumigaoka Utaha, took off her stockings in front of me for three million yen in surgery fees. When the blonde loser, Eriri, knelt down begging me to invest in her dreams. When the icy beauty, Yukinoshita, walked into my room to rebel against her family. Only then did I realize how interesting this world truly is. Hero? Savior? No, I just want to be a… behind-the-scenes mastermind who controls the heroines. [Friendly Reminder: The protagonist of this book is loyal to his own desires; those with a saintly heart should avoid this!]

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…

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?"