Binga transmigrates into the world of Conan. Many details are author inventions, so read at your own risk. There may be no CP. This is a beginner writer, so don't take things too seriously!!!
!!!!! OOC warning !!!!!
I'm Binga, a pureblood from the liquor distillery, but that bastard Gin blew me up without warning me to retreat!!!
The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself in a desolate desert, wearing Grace's secret identity and a sharp business suit...
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I can't go back and kill that bastard Gin, and it's driving me crazy, but there's something even more pressing to worry about: I'm completely broke!!!
So I latched onto a pretty boy in pink (not really). What can I say? I was born beautiful, and he couldn't help himself. The pretty boy kept chasing after me, wanting to keep (hire) me.
Why does that guy in black look so familiar? Wait, isn't he the Chinese guy I pursued when I was studying in Germany...? Please, those were things I said when I was so young!
It looks good, but it would be nice if Gin could also travel through time. V✪ω✪V
It's beautiful, and Binga's mental state is also very beautiful.