The Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic One Doesn't Want to Leave Today Either

Akutagawa Chiba was so sick in his previous life that he was close to death.

When he opened his eyes, he had landed in the world of Conan and was bound to a System.

Complete missions to earn points, then either trade them for stamina and strength to stay alive, or save them up and take his chances with a draw.

To make matters worse, he was the unlucky cousin of Kudo Shinichi.

To earn a living and stay away from danger, Akutagawa Chiba enrolled in the police academy and became classmates with Furuya Rei, Matsuda Jinpei, and the others.

He'd planned to become an ordinary police officer after graduation, live a quiet life until he had enough points, and then run for it. But things went wrong before he graduated.

His parents got mixed up in the Black Organization's business and were murdered. As someone who knew too much, he was forced to join the organization and brainwashed for three months.

His mind was left half-broken. He no longer had the will to resist, but he could still remember things.

The smiling faces of those guys from the police academy kept appearing in his mind.

The organization assigned him to research and development, giving him the codename Yosuzume.

Under pressure, he worked on all kinds of strange inventions. At the same time, he secretly used his System points and his not-too-shabby fighting skills to pave the way for those five idiots.

He bought the bomb squad a few extra seconds, helped the driver avoid drunk drivers, and reduced the risks of exposure for the undercover agents...

He was handsome, wore his hair long, and had a temperament as cold as ice. In the organization, he seemed like a tool without feelings.

No one knew how much he was hiding, and no one knew that the people he had fought so hard to protect died believing he had settled abroad long ago.

After saving up for many years, he finally had enough points.

He removed the System and felt his whole body relax, but his body was so frail that it couldn't hold out much longer.

The last time he saw those five guys, he had cut his hair. He joked around with them and brought up embarrassing stories from their police academy days.

He also saw Conan, but didn't give him any grand advice. He just patted him on the head.

Then he went alone to the woods where they had camped years ago.

The breeze was pleasant. He lay on the grass, thinking that although he'd lived a pathetic life, at least he hadn't let those idiots die before their time. It hadn't all been for nothing.

It might not be so bad to fall asleep like this.

#Who could know how hard it is to be beautiful, strong, and tragic?#

Conan fanfic #Beautiful, strong, and tragic #Tissues and clocks~ #P.S. I wrote this for myself to read. Please forgive any mistakes or differences from the original plot. This is fanfiction, after all, and I've added some of my own ideas. I generally don't read the comments. I can usually post two chapters a day. If you're easily upset and don't like it, just click the top-left corner and go read someone else's story, okay? Please~

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