After many years, he meets Yukino Yukinoshita again, and she is still the same aloof and perfect genius girl in his memory.

But I am no longer the boy who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

"Hachiman, your twisted nature remains unchanged."

"Under the snow, you are still the same as before, unchanged."

Ms. Hiratsuka looked at us with satisfaction: "Since you have such a good understanding, the Service Club is now in your hands."

None of us dared to tell the teacher that what we called tacit understanding was actually an unspoken regret from eight years ago.

Just as I decided to escape completely this time, a long-lost voice suddenly rang in my mind—

"A turning point in fate has been detected. [Options] are now activated again."

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!]

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!

Wu Qing accidentally transmigrated to a bizarrely ordinary world of crossover anime and awakened a skill point system.

From then on, he received random enhancement points every day, gradually embarking on the path to becoming an omniscient and omnipotent god.

Takanashi Touka: Would you like to eat my cooking every day, Kiriharu-kun?

Chitanda Eru: Kiriharu-kun, I'm curious about what kind of girl you like!

Yukino Yukinoshita: What is the real thing? Please tell me!

Tianyu Zhanzhan: Wuqing is only fit for the strong. If you disagree, come and fight!

Kasumigaoka Utaha: ...

This world is like a sieve, with things falling from anime, novels, and games every day. At first, it was just items falling, but then monsters started falling into this world, and everything changed. The barriers between dimensions seemed to vanish in that instant, and an apocalyptic catastrophe descended. [World Administrator's Log] [January 2nd: Found a portal; distance is no longer an obstacle.] [March 15th: Found a branch from the world's tree, along with a Goddess of Wisdom. I planted her in my backyard; she can keep me entertained.] [May 17th: Found a Heroic Spirit; she is the Queen of Britain, and she has a huge appetite—she can eat ten people in one meal.] [June 23rd: Found another Heroic Spirit; she is a saint from France.] [Found another person today, and it's a post-apocalyptic girl...]

Having transmigrated into various anime worlds, Yu Sheng Qiuzhe obtains a god-level choice system. While walking the streets at night, he encounters a unconscious Rem, who is leaning against a corner. Out of a helpful spirit, he picks her up. Just then, a fierce shout comes from behind: "Let go of that girl!" "Ding! Master is about to face Tatsumaki's pursuit. Please choose!" "Option 1: Throw Rem at me! Decisively throw Rem at Tatsumaki while shouting 'Throw Rem at me!' Reward: 'Mystic Eyes of Death Perception!'" "Option 2: Kneel and beg for mercy! A true man can bend and stretch, knows when to advance and retreat! Reward: One bottle of Body Extension Potion (one-hour effect)!" "Option 3: Fight to the death! Never compromise or admit defeat until the very last moment! Reward: ..."

What is a white moonlight? It's hope that can't be possessed, a love etched deep in the heart; an unforgettable ending, and a bittersweet resentment. Narumi was given a second life, the price being to complete the system's mission and become the white moonlight in the hearts of those girls. It didn't matter; after all, once his mission was complete, everything that had happened would vanish. And so… “Shoko, I wish you happiness.” In Toyokawa Shoko's arms, he passed away peacefully, leaving behind only bloodstains and a distraught girl. “Although it's not quite perfect… I still want to hear more. Your music.” After the band finished playing, he silently disappeared into the audience, letting the strings fall silent. …In the end. Even though everyone had forgotten that 'white moonlight,' why was he caught by them, tears streaming down their faces? “This time, I won't let you leave again!”

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.