"Mr. Shoichi Sumitomo, why do the business owners who compete with you all die from accidental murder?"

Sumitomo Shoichi: "God feeds me."

"Mr. Zhengyi, there have been several bombings recently, destroying many buildings. Is your construction company involved?"

Sumitomo Shoichi: "The police are incompetent, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Several entrepreneurs have been threatened by terrorist organizations. Is this related to the security company you just registered?"

Shoichi Sumitomo: "This is a malicious frame-up against me."

“Everyone says that you have achieved such success thanks to the help from your family.”

Zheng Yi: "Nonsense, I was clearly leaning on Conan!"

What is love?

Love is deeper than despair and more passionate than hope.

At the World Directing Competition, while everyone was pondering the meaning of love, Fang Yuan directly pulled out "Magic Circle".

What is a magical girl?

How did magical girls come about?

What is the fate of magical girls?

Fang Yuan redefined magical girls with Madoka Magica.

From then on, being a magical girl became a high-risk profession.

Traveling through the world of anime, you'll be rewarded with a god-level selection system. "Ding! Meet a bunny girl senior, please choose!" Choice 1: Go up and beat up Mai Sakurajima, rewarded with god-level straight man skills, one million yen! Choice 2: Go up and please Mai Sakurajima, rewarded with god-level licking skills, one million yen! Choice 3: Go up and give Mai Sakurajima... Looking at the options presented by the system, Yagami Sora fell into deep thought...

"That year, I saw the students of Class B slumped in their chairs, sobbing uncontrollably. That scene is unforgettable. At that moment, I thought, if I could become the class president of Class B, I would lead Class B to victory!" "So, Ichinose, let me be the class president of Class B." "No, Uesugi-kun, you're too radical." "Ichinose, you'll regret this!" "Uesugi, I am the class president of Class B." *Slap!*... "Hmph, naive Ichinose, do you think I can't do anything if you don't agree? Shibata, notify Kanzaki to prepare to close the net!" "Uh, um, Uesugi—" "Shut up, Shibata, this time we must act quickly. Before Ichinose can react, expel them from school. I want to see who can stop me this time." After a while, "The wind on the rooftop is so strong..." "Uesugi, come down quickly, I will never reveal your plans to Ichinose again." "You write it down!!"

After waking up, I traveled to another world. The bound system was still a system without a name, could not speak, and never issued tasks. It only had an "energy bar" that increased a little every once in a while.

Fortunately, after traveling through time, he inexplicably gained the ability of absolute memory, which allowed him to not worry about his life.

Just after he embarked on the path of plagiarism, he moved to the home of his aunt, who was also from a single-parent family. His aunt had an only daughter named Kiritani Suguha...

Just after he accepted the semi-sci-fi worldview, he had just attended high school for half a year when the school suddenly announced its closure and was to merge with the Ju Wang College that had appeared out of nowhere in the same town...

The white-haired, silent lolita in front of me is fine, and the person next to me is Yuuki Asuna, which is also understandable. But what about Yuuki Mikan's sister? It seems that her sister also has a good friend named Yoshimura?

The homeroom teacher's surname is Gengdao, and he has a daughter who just got into the University of Tokyo?

Being transported to Beika Town, a city with a crime rate far exceeding Gotham's, is a rather unfortunate situation. But who says Beika Town is necessarily hell? Here, thirty years equals three months, granting you immortality. Here, the Suzuki Group is an absolute beacon of financial investment. More importantly… criminals here won't recant their confessions unless their lawyer is Eri Kisaki. Criminals here will accept circumstantial evidence unless their lawyer is Eri Kisaki. Criminals here are flamboyant and masters of intrigue, scattering clues everywhere while claiming to commit the perfect crime. Prosecutors here, even if the police arrest the wrong person and lose the trial, will only blame their own incompetence. Police here have substitutes for their jobs, guaranteed marriages, and even fatal injuries are protected by the Grim Reaper, so there's no worry about their downfall. "Putting aside the drawback of being stuck in the timeline and unable to climb the ranks, this is heaven." The Metropolitan Police Department's Investigative Division…

"Now, a brief interruption: a war criminal named Lu Qian. It is alleged that he committed crimes including, but not limited to, those listed below: 'Turning his own customers into food in his restaurant;' 'Connecting sewage pipes to the city's drinking water system to boost healthcare stock prices;' 'Using neutron beams to brutally annihilate an entire planet of aliens…' Citizens, please be wary of this heinous war criminal." Lu Qian stared blankly at his own photo in the marketing article. He just made a game, how could he be a war criminal? The next day, Lu Qian solemnly clarified in the *Game Observer*: "Who said I'm a war criminal? The games we make always promote truth, goodness, and beauty; it's just that players have misunderstood. Besides, I haven't been caught, how could I be a war criminal!"

This is an era of unparalleled glory, an era of elves, a golden age where geniuses rise together. Someone declared, "I am invincible, do as you please." The prominent signs at the arena entrance all proclaimed something significant.

"Flying Blaziken are prohibited from entering the arena."

"Greninja, a frog with ninjutsu abilities, is prohibited from entering the field."

"prohibit...."

Yuan Jing liked being alone. No, it should be said that he loved being alone. He wasn't naturally solitary or disliked people. It was just that when he was with others, he needed to be more or less considerate, to some extent bending his will, and sometimes even doing things he was unwilling to do. He didn't want this. There were only twenty-four hours in a day, and he wanted every minute to pass just for himself. In his opinion, being completely absorbed in something he loved, only to regain consciousness as the sun set, was the life he could call happiness. If [The Emotionless Phone Predator]