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Detective Conan: After I Bound the Plot Maintenance System

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[Detective Conan + OC Male Protagonist + Plot Maintenance System + No CP] ------------------------------------------------------ My name is Morofushi Sora'aki, male, 18 years old. In my second year of middle school, I was bound to a [Plot Maintenance System]. Every time I fall asleep, I transmigrate into a character in a parallel world. My task is to play that character and advance the main storyline normally. Later, I realized that those parallel worlds I transmigrated into were officially called [Fanfiction Worlds]. This system has had a huge impact on my life. Because I always accidentally confuse my own world with the fanfiction world. —For example, after returning from the [Beastified World], when I saw that annoying Matsuda, I didn't react immediately and blurted out, "Where are your cat ears and tail?" I even grabbed a cat toy and shoved it at Matsuda: "Here, your favorite snack." The five police academy students: ?! Matsuda: ...Wait? No, I didn't! Take your eyes off me! —For example, after returning from the [Gender-Swapped World], I met a new member of my brother's band named Akai. I couldn't help but hesitate and say, "You finally chose to change your gender...?" Whiskey Group: ?! Akai: Huh? —And another example, in a [Normal World], the annoying Matsuda would play with fire and fire on a Ferris wheel. Although he's annoying, he shouldn't be ignorant of common sense. However, I remembered a term my brother taught me called "rebellious phase." The more I tried to stop him, the more he might do it. So, to protect his fragile self-esteem, I decided to subtly remind him. "Matsuda, I had someone do a fortune telling for you. You're not suited for dating; it's best if you stay single forever." I thought I was brilliant because this way, Matsuda wouldn't go to the Ferris wheel, a dating hotspot. Matsuda: "??? Wait, are you sure your brother isn't messing with me? Morofushi!" Morofushi Sora'aki: Innocent.jpg ------------------------------------------------------ One-sentence summary: Sora'aki: Maintaining the plot is so hard, please have mercy on me. Theme: Salvation is never one person's responsibility. ------------------------------------------------------ GOOGLE TRANSLATED TITLE: 当我绑定剧情维护系统后 AUTHOR: 颜荀
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