The Four of Us Are Mei Yi Ge People

(Crossover. The author dreams up the plot and has seen the original works.)

The day our whole class got hit by a truck and transmigrated, a Cybertronian magnetic-field lunatic punched me clean out of the fourth floor, pulverizing every bone in my body.

The first thing I did wasn’t panic or freak out. I burned through my adrenaline, went home to delete my computer’s browsing history, and wrote on the tiles, “Though my body be shattered, I’ll leave my name unsullied.” I hadn’t even finished writing the last character when I was gone...

All fifty of us were delivered to different worlds in one go by that truck.

By the time I arrived, three teammates had already been there for over three thousand years. They’d all gone completely off the rails.

My deskmate awakened maternal instincts and transformed from a two-dimensional character into a baby-carrying “boy mom.” The chuunibyo kid behind me had spent so long in that world that his condition had turned malignant. We’ve forgotten the name of the social phobe from the class next door who got dragged into this while borrowing a power bank, and none of us dares ask. Then there’s me, a playboy who makes six girlfriends happy at the same time.

The four of us: poets from Meiyige.

We work in the shadows in Academy City, run a café, and occasionally cosplay as Kamen Rider. We drink orange juice in Evangelion and calmly ask for refills. In Akame ga Kill!, we trample the bones of nobles, and Night Raid asks if we’re in the same line of work. In Shibuya, we tell people not to throw hands. When Mahito asks who we are, we say, “Poets from Meiyige...”

There’s nothing the author can’t dream up.

This isn’t a story about saving the world.

It’s about four people who’ve lived two lifetimes and still haven’t figured life out, chasing down their classmates in every world. They’re trying to get home so they can delete their browsing histories, pull new characters, inherit fortunes, and rescue limited-edition merch.

The world is dangerous. We’re ridiculous.