My name is Yamabuki Huajin.

I’m done pretending—time to come clean. I’m a transmigrator, and yes, I have a system.

My ability? Every day I wake up randomly in someone else’s bed and transform into a different anime character.

Today, I opened my eyes to find myself in Academy City, with Misaka Mikoto pointing her Railgun straight at me.

Bros, what do I do? Waiting online, kinda urgent.

PS: Friendly reminder—please throw your brain away before reading this.

PPS: The lack of logic is the logic of this story.

PPPS: ...Brains all gone? Then come on in.

My name is Ivan, a time traveler, male, with average combat power, and a talent for being funny. However, the mission requires me to kill the immortal demon king, so... I can only be a gigolo!

Selia: Damn it, why is it that every time I have these unnecessary emotions because of you?

flamme: Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you and selia had a child!

frieren: What exactly is this sour feeling in my heart?

frieren: Woohoo, I’m really not a big mushroom...

Aura: Loyalty!