Waking up, he found himself transmigrated into the body of Hachiman, the self-destruction master. Looking at his lifeless eyes in the mirror, he secretly made a vow. He would make all those who had mocked him involuntarily say, "Look, that person seems like a social butterfly." Until one day... "Tell me, which one do you choose?!" Looking at the girls surrounding him, each holding various weapons, a bead of cold sweat trickled down Hachiman's forehead.

Sun Baihe time and again traveled through time, searching for his way home. He had once teamed up with Asuna in Sword Art Online, their combined swordsmanship reaching the top of Aincrad; he had also used his 3D Maneuver Gear to slice through the nape of a giant's neck in the world of Attack on Titan; he had studied magic at the Clock Tower, only to be unexpectedly swept into a time warp, returning thousands of years to teach Artoria how to govern; he had shared drinks with Whitebeard, and later single-handedly conquered Mary Geoise, the holy land of the Celestial Dragons, ending their rule; he had debated swordsmanship with Retsu Unohana, experienced Sosuke Aizen's Kyoka Suigetsu, and dominated the world of Bleach, seemingly undefeated; he had even been slammed in the face by the White Tyrant, and became friends with her… After countless hardships, he returned to the main world, exhausted both physically and mentally, becoming a lazy bum who only wanted to rest for a few hundred years. But unexpectedly, the sixth wave of spiritual energy revival opened countless dimensional portals. Seeing familiar faces on the television screen, Sun Baihe shuddered. "Damn it, the debt collectors are here!"

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!]

"Do you know the correct way to use the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception?" "Precise attack lines and points?" "No, no, no~~~" The young man waved his hand and pulled out a rocket launcher from the cello case on his back... This is a story that singles out high schools from various anime and game works, focusing on battles, "romance," battles, dark sides, pseudo-daily life, true apocalypse, and mutual sabotage. These include, but are not limited to, *Private Fujimi Academy*, *Jinshiro High School*, *Private Ashford Academy*, *Koh Academy*, *Mahora Academy*, *Totsuki Academy*, *Tokiwadai Middle School*, *Nagatoshi Academy*, *Prefectural Misaki High School*, *Homura Academy*, *Sayanan High School*, *Toyonosaki Academy*, *Private Paradise High School*, *Crows Zero*, *Toudou Academy*, *Shohoku High School*, *Karakura Daiichi High School*, *Ouran High School Host Club*, and many more. Can you recognize which works these high schools are from?

Transmigrating to the world of Bleach, he became Kyoraku Shunsui's nephew, Kyoraku Tokimura, and was bound to a check-in system—getting stronger by checking in—and even obtaining a unique time-type Zanpakuto. Time reversal, time stop, timelines severed… However, in the perilous world of Bleach, for his own safety, he decisively chose to join the Fourth Division. You say I'm lusting after Hana-nee's body? You bastard, I just want to develop better in the Bleach world! Wait, it's actually pretty good…

Detective Conan? Oregairu? Saekano? Turns out I've been transported to a crossover anime world! The air is thick with hormones. Hasezawa is ready to find some fun in this boring world of romance~

And so, the zombie siege began! Will Megumi, the Saint, remain unfazed amidst it all?

Now, let's have some fun together!

Yuu Kamishiro has traversed numerous anime worlds for over twenty years. After his wife's death, he became a widow's husband. His suppressed female nature, suppressed for over a decade, awakens, and he even joins a chat group of wives, gaining the ability to travel between different worlds. Yuuki Kyoko: You saved Asuna, so I have no choice but to repay you with my body! Sawamura Sayuri: If Eriri doesn't like you, is my kimono tempting enough? Eri Kisaki: My rationality has failed me, just give yourself to me! Mouri Ran: Me too! I'm so hot! Mrs. Takayanagi: Yuu-kun, I have no choice but to repay you with my body. Busujima Saeko: Please call me Kamishiro Saeko, Yuu-kun smells so good! After experiencing countless worlds, with countless beauties standing behind him, Yuu Kamishiro has become a god!

The principle of 'quantitative change leading to qualitative change' proves this: as long as I fawn over enough heroines, I'll eventually be able to win over at least one of them. With this thought in mind, veteran simp Kitahara Kaede went further and further down the path of simping, only to find, upon looking back… that all the heroines were actually secretly in love with him?

[Multiple female leads] [Invincible protagonist] [Pure and satisfying] [Non-Japanese male lead]

Lu Ming, from the world of high martial arts, obtains a system that allows him to travel to anime worlds. He can obtain different rewards by conquering these worlds.

However, these anime seem to be somewhat niche...

For example, "About My Brother and I Living Together in a Small Town."

Or, "My Devil Club Story is Really Problematic"

Or perhaps, "The Story of the Tsundere Student Council President and His Naturally Dark Twin Sisters"

Tokyo. Inside an apartment. A handsome young man stood silently before the bathroom mirror. Not long ago, inexplicable memories flooded back. Now, he had completely absorbed them, realizing he was no longer in the same world. There were no more dump trucks, no more divine favor.