[Conan Fanfiction]
I traveled through time and space and became Kudo Shinichi's younger brother? Are you kidding me!
I don't want to be a detective, I want to be a cartoonist!
Sorry, Shinichi...it's not that I don't want to help you, I just really want to have a younger brother named Edogawa Conan.
By the way, what do you think of my cartoon's protagonist being a Shiba Inu wearing a blue suit, gray shorts, and a red bow tie around his neck?
Isn't it very creative?
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?"
[Rebirth + Primitive + Farming + Primitive Life + Empire Building + Ushering in a New Era] Lin Ye, an outstanding graduate of an agricultural university in the 21st century, accidentally falls off a cliff during a wilderness expedition. His soul transmigrates into the body of a recently deceased young man of the same name in the "Flame Stone Tribe," a primitive tribe living in the Stone Age. Arriving at the brink of collapse, he uses his modern knowledge to gradually lead the tribe to stability, starting with making fire, producing salt, and building shelters. He improves tools, develops agriculture and animal husbandry, explores unknown territories, transforming a precarious small tribe into a powerful city-state, ultimately creating his own primitive empire.
Travel back in time to 19th-century Greece and witness his rise from a small Balkan nation. Lead Greece to its great ideals, restore the glory of Rome, and make the name of "Rome" known from Ireland to Khitan! And this is Constantine, the only sun of the Balkan Peninsula, the heir of Komnenos, the second Aristotle, the world's restorer, the Turkic butcher, and the loving father of the Roman people: Rome has only one chance to be revived. If you don't seize it, then let me do it!