[Bungo Stray Dogs fanfiction + short story + romance + OOC warning + immature writing style, free-flowing, slice-of-life plot, the protagonist will not be part of the original story, it's a fanfiction with many original characters, please don't read if you mind, and you can get the general style from the synopsis] Self-introduction: I am an assassin. After all, in a dangerous world overflowing with superpowers and guns, isn't it normal to be an assassin? By the way, my performance is 100%, and I still have the professional ethics of an assassin. I can't call myself the number one assassin, but I can barely be the number two? After all, my main job can't support my living expenses, so I can only occasionally do side jobs to maintain my precarious life. Serious synopsis: Me (without blushing or skipping a beat): "I'm a law-abiding citizen." "..." Would a normal person introduce themselves like that? After several years of assassin experience, I unexpectedly joined the Armed Detective Agency after a day trip to the military and police, becoming a member. It feels good, except my wallet hurts. Everyone: "Isn't this your own fault?" I can't refute it: I'm overwhelmed with sadness. Later, the conspiracy known as "The Book" fell on my head. I'm so annoyed: I've already told you I have nothing to do with the book, but you just won't believe me. Thumbs up, six. And then… I can't spoil any more!!! Attention!!! This isn't a fictional story; the main character is female. CP: Hmm, forget it, I'm too incompetent to write romance. (Originally it was Dazai.) Let's go with a friendship story. Also, proceed with caution before jumping in.

When his soul opened its eyes, Tomie was sitting on his lap, getting dressed! Takeru Sato, Chief of Psychiatric Surgery and Head of the Medical Department, wielded power within the psychiatric hospital comparable to that of the "Thunder King"! His family's influence was even more omnipotent in Tokyo! When he finally opened tape number III, it seemed as if everything had just begun. Painted skin, drought demons, Masakazu, Sadako, rifts, red clothes... Entering the new century, Minister of Health, Labor and Welfare Takeru Sato sat in the Prime Minister's official residence, chatting and laughing before the live cameras of major media outlets: "Everyone, I'm talking now. When I leave, I'll be talking to you, but you won't understand me!" This book has also been titled "I'm a Little Hot in Tokyo," "A Psychiatrist Who Doesn't Want to Be Prime Minister Isn't a Good Doctor," "Is This What You Call a Weird Talk?", "Starting with Tomie," "I Call the Wind and Rain in the Psychiatric Hospital," etc.

In a world beyond repair, order crumbles. A magenta Kamen Rider, calling himself Decade, descends from a grayscale image, destroying the world and plunging it into chaos. Since then, various Kamen Riders have emerged, bringing new life and hope to the world.

Kuga gave people skills, Agito brought light to people, Ryuki ignited the fire, and Faiz taught people how to use tools properly... Until the last Zi-O appeared, forty-one Kamen Riders reshaped the world.

The glorious era left behind a prophecy, which the "God Stealer" disdained. When the 42nd Kamen Rider of the azure blue appeared, only...

"I'm not just passing by, I'm here to beat you up!"

Myths are dreams shared by everyone in the world, and dreams are private myths.

When the "dreamless boy" dreamed of the "dream-eating girl".

"I will expel all your nightmares for you."

Close your eyes.

The hands of an imaginary clock, about to turn.

[Please remember not to talk to them]

[Please remember not to touch them]

[Most importantly, please remember not to fall in love]

Shiraishi Ze Hide looked at the girls outside the cat's eye and scratched his head

Opened the door of the apartment with a bright smile

"Welcome home."

After nine lifetimes of scheming, he finally obtains the Ultimate Yang Golden Body in the apocalypse. What he thought was just a five-thousand-year plot unravels layer by layer, each revelation deeper than the last. From standing alone to leading the masses, from powerless and helpless to ruling the world—every karmic enemy and fateful tie amassed over nine lifetimes now converges at the end of days. Pawn or player—it all depends on one’s strength. There are no real saviors here; just an ordinary person, fighting endlessly to protect those dear to him.