The unlucky Ye Yue traveled to the world of anime and found a "gift package" for free on the way - a "child" of the underworld, and became a "preparatory boss of the underworld" with one soul and two bodies, thus starting the journey of cultivating the underworld.
Kasumigaoka Utaha came over: "Lord Underworld, do you want to try the full banquet or some dark cuisine today?"
Mao Lilan lifted her skirt and turned around: "Lord Underworld, take a look, can my clothes charm everyone?"
Yotsuya Miko held up the "harvest" and shouted: "Lord Underworld! A great harvest of evil spirits, today's performance exceeded the target again!"
Well, this is the joyful story of the rookie Underworld and his "workers" of the Underworld Angels, who are jumping and upgrading together in the world of anime!
My name is Imazumi Rinnaeus, and I'm a transmigrator.
As a transmigrator, I naturally came equipped with a golden finger system.
My system is called the Dream Performance System. As long as I complete performances according to the script, I can receive rewards in the form of "tags."
Those max-level attributes, talents, skills, and even tags for health and longevity look truly enticing.
However, this damn system took over a decade just to activate, and the first script it gave me left me speechless.
Because this script... isn’t something one person can complete alone. It requires the cooperation of several girls.
For heaven’s sake, even in open-minded Japan, what decent girl would agree to this kind of script?
...
"My name is Nakano Ichika."
"My name is Nakano Nino."
"My name is Nakano Miku."
"My name is Nakano Yotsuba."
"My name is Nakano Itsuki."
Today, they accepted an invitation from a certain "great system." In order to achieve their respective goals, they decided to seek out someone with the surname Imazumi and perform the script together.
It’s just that this script... is way too embarrassing...
"Rainy Night, Overpass, Maybach."
Crash.
...
When sitting alone, he often caught himself thinking about her—the girl who had shadowed him for years. He’d imagine her barging into the restaurant, drawing every gaze, then plopping down beside him, propping her chin on her hands as she stared into his eyes.
"Buy me a cola," she’d say.
But tonight, to his surprise, another girl actually did sit next to him.
...
Blue hair. Delicate. Radiantly sociable. A checklist of desirable traits.
Yet when it came to love, she was bafflingly cowardly.
Even his unluckiest junior never got to drink their senpai’s leftovers—but Banaumi did it without trying.
Too scared to confess. Clinging to "I’m fine" while heartbroken. Binge-eating after rejection. When urged to fight for her feelings, she’d just whisper, "I hope they’re happy."
He kept seeing that other girl in her—until he blinked, and a stranger’s face stared back.
A stranger who wasn’t even the same gender.