After being stabbed to death by a patient in the real world, psychologist Lin Ke transmigrates into the body of Nana Komatsu, an inconspicuous student at Teitan High School in the world of Detective Conan. She inherits the original owner's identity but harbors the soul of a profiler and a passion for writing suspense novels—she always applies peelable red nail polish when writing, a ritual that gets her into the zone.

In this world rife with murders, the naturally aloof and trouble-averse girl only wants to "play dumb" and eke out a living, but she can't escape Conan's relentless attacks. Shinichi Kudo (Conan) unexpectedly discovers that this classmate is actually "Mo Tong," the mystery novel author he follows, whose precise analysis of criminal psychology complements his logical reasoning in a wonderful way.

From being forced to cooperate in solving cases to becoming intellectual confidants, she uses micro-expressions and behavioral profiling to crack mysteries, while he uses on-site evidence chains to refine the logic. Her red fingernails are her trademark, and also their unspoken code. As Shinichi succumbs to their intellectual resonance, and as Ran's waiting drifts further and further away from his world, this bond that began with the case will ultimately rewrite everyone's fate—after all, the one who understands a detective best is never the waiting angel, but the profiler who can see into their soul.

What interesting things would happen if the Primarch and the Emperor watched footage of the future together?

They will witness the death of heroes, the fall of the vile, the truth of the warp, and that distant, dark future. And what decisions will they make afterward?

(This is a story written by a new author out of love, so the synopsis is inadequate. The story will mainly focus on the Empire and the Primarchs.)

[Recommended pre-order: "The Comments Always Say This Immortal Lord is the Villain"] [Recommended pre-order: "No Discrimination Against Authors of Refreshing Novels"] — From the moment he could see the comments in the air, Kiyohara Jun, with his world-weary face, began to be mistaken for a member of the scriptwriting team. Attending the inauguration ceremony of the new leader of the Port Mafia: As a prospective executive, Kiyohara Jun couldn't help but watch the comments in the air to pass the time during the boring ceremony. Comments: [Judging from his expression, I guess Kiyohara Jun guessed that Mori-chan killed the old leader] [Kiyohara Jun, old scriptwriting team] Kiyohara Jun: What? The new leader killed the old leader??? Encountering a passerby wearing a fur hat: Kiyohara Jun, whose world-weary face was even more pronounced from working too much overtime, casually glanced at the comments: [Kiyohara Jun! Kiyohara Jun specifically looked at the demon!] [Scriptwriting team clash, Modo Modo!] Kiyohara Jun: What? This passerby is the demon??? Kiyohara Jun casually strolled into Poirot Cafe to grab lunch: He noticed Bourbon from the Black Organization working there and couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. The comments section was filled with: "[Touko's disguise—] [I knew Kiyohara Jun would figure it out] Kiyohara Jun: What? Bourbon is an undercover agent???" Faced with the subtle stares of the original script crew, Kiyohara Jun, forced into the script crew, tearfully exclaimed: "Damn these comments!!!" — (This is a promotional excerpt from a novel, "No Discrimination Against Authors of 'Power-Up' Novels," by Shinichiro Nozomi.) After transmigrating to another world, Shinichiro Nozomi felt everything about it was great, except it was too "peaceful." All the literary giants had abandoned their pens for martial arts, their masterpieces becoming their fighting abilities. Shinichiro Nozomi thought this wouldn't work. Writing masterpieces was difficult, but writing power-up novels was a piece of cake. If you can't beat them, join them! How can power-up novel authors not be considered literary giants?! Adhering to the principle of survival, Shinichiro Nozomi resolved to combine combat, support, and healing abilities. First, he needed to max out his combat skills. Shen Zhonglu Wang waved his hand, proclaiming, "All Realms, Starting with Obtaining a God-Level Ability System." Facing enemies, Shen Zhonglu Wang, holding the system, grinned crookedly, maxing out his combat attributes. A flurry of lightning strikes and wind blades turned skyscrapers into basins. Next, healing needed to be maxed out. Shen Zhonglu Wang typed on the keyboard, "Starting with a Broken Engagement, Picking Up a Medicine God Grandpa, Becoming a God in a Flash, Shocking the Entire Continent!" A companion was on the verge of death, Shen Zhonglu Wang pulled out a handful of black pills, and under horrified gazes, shoved them into the wounded's mouth, instantly reviving them with full health. Finally, support was also necessary. Shen Zhonglu Wang smiled wickedly, proclaiming, "Reborn in the Apocalypse: I Have a Portable Space." His subordinates retreated step by step, Shen Zhonglu Wang reached out, and a bunch of Gatling guns rained down. Not enough firepower? One wasn't enough, so he brought out two! Shen Zhonglu Wang: The hexagonal warrior is me, I am the hexagonal warrior. Later, one day, Shen Zhonglu Wang felt isolated and discriminated against. His best friend, Little Dwarf A: Haha, Lu Wang, you're overthinking it. Colleague Rabbit B: *cough cough*, I've never thought of that before. Passerby C sneers: Don't you think there's something wrong with your art style? Shen Zhonglu Wang is shocked. He and his best friend C are both two-dimensional characters, so where's the difference in art style? Passerby C chuckles: First of all, I'm a passerby, not a best friend. Secondly, don't you think there's something wrong with your ability? Shen Zhonglu Wang firmly shakes his head. Passerby C says expressionlessly: My "No Longer Human" and your "Rebirth in the Apocalypse: I Have a Portable Space" are the same style? Shen Zhonglu Wang nods firmly. Passerby C can't take it anymore: They're both healing abilities, but his is called "Please Don't Die," and yours is called "Starting with a Broken Engagement, Picking Up a Medicine God Grandpa, and Becoming a God in a Flash, Shocking the Entire Continent!" That's different enough! Shen Zhonglu Wang suddenly realizes: I understand! It's Dazai's "No Longer Human" that's the problem! Passerby C: ...Theme: Stay true to yourself and be the best version of yourself.

Outside of Wugang, Augustus, Iron Man, and Batman were running wildly through a cloud of gray mist.

"Imagine, between Wugang and Gotham, or even between New York, countless similar eyes lurk in the gray area, all watching you..."

"I have eyes too."

That's not what I meant...

"So what do you mean? Don't think I didn't see you grab that dog's butt just now. That's why we're being chased by dogs, Tony Stark!"

Shi Rang discovered a website he'd never seen before. It analyzed anomalies scientifically, compiling a vast amount of project files—so interesting, so novel. Yes, it was incredibly realistic, but how could online content be true? In that case, why not write one myself? Maybe I can modify the existing data a bit more? ...Why do netizens say my information perfectly matches what they saw on-site? Why is the website suddenly 404? Someone's knocking on the door, I need to check...

(mygo, mujica girl band fanfiction)

Tomato's fifth million-word novel about a girl band won the last place in the ranking and the fewest readers among such million-word novels.

The soul of Toyokawa Kiyoshige, Toyokawa Shoko's father, should have been immersed in the trivial daily life, but was forced to be involved in a conspiracy related to the band.

Clear Notice: I must tell you that I cannot be your brother, sister, father, mother, love rival, only family member, lover, spiritual support, psychologist, life mentor, best friend, worst owner, pet and toy at the same time...

God Girls: ...Why not?

Qing Gao: Because I will leave eventually, but my ideals are immortal.

In short, this is a story that is a bit imaginative and a testimony to long-term vegetarianism.

A man who died in an accident is brought to this fantastical and eerie steampunk world by the influence of an Outer God. He embarks on a journey to uncover the truth and secrets: "Darkness and isolation are humanity's protection; ignorance and delusion are the future of human survival. As exploration deepens and knowledge increases, humanity will gradually march towards extinction." Explore this world filled with darkness and danger, reveal the secrets hidden beneath the veil of history, and experience a world of imaginative mystery together.

(No CP, heartthrob, brotherhood, invincible/acting/with vests, private settings, like a mountain)

After complaining about the character breakdown of Gojo Satoru in Sukunaden, Jiang Wu was chosen by the system and assigned a role-playing mission, taking on Gojo Satoru's shell in the world of Detective Conan. He must achieve 100,000 impression points from both the black and red factions, while minimizing OOC, and a billion popularity points from readers in another dimension!

He's the legendary man who can never be OOC no matter how you write him, so it's not easy to play him, but...

"We will win, no matter who our opponent is."

Gojo Satoru, a man who crisscrosses the worlds of red and black, is a demon king who can hang out with the hardworking brewery worker, the genius patriarch of a Shinto clan, the unforgettable white moonlight of the five members of the police academy, the unremarkable guardian of Kaito Kid, and even moonlights as the dark-hearted Cat-Head Detective, a man who puts Conan to shame! Gojo Satoru's bizarre scientific adventures are now being serialized.

This article has a slow pace and will start from the winery chapter of the young Gojo Satoru. The protagonist is gray and red. After the Conan story officially begins, there will be a comic forum.

At the beginning of the Fifth Era, the Dayless Catastrophe descended. The Silver Court collapsed into a pale silhouette, time ground the empire into dust, the Sea of ​​Origin still roared, the boiling tide gnawed at the boundaries of reality day and night, washing the fragments of civilization into sharp despair. After dark millennia after dark millennia, the banners of the Three Sages were also broken in the twelfth expedition. The Iron Father's furnace was as cold and silent as a tomb, the philosophers' treetops shed tears of blood, and the pioneers' torches hissed and turned into blue smoke in the rainstorm. From then on, the world was completely divided, the city-states were isolated from each other, and there was no time for unity. ... "We will set out from now on, along the Corridor of Dawn, through the triple rings, unite all the city-states, and launch another expedition to the dark world. - Swear to end the long night."

Strong murderous spirit, extreme personality, and alienated bloodline are the secret martial arts and magic. When horror comes quietly, when the world becomes strange, Li Xuan can only rely on the "attribute adder" and "bloodline bar".