Cosplaying as Yoshida, the Amateur Demon Hunter, While Livestreaming

[This story has a romance plot and is told mainly from the gong's perspective! Yoshida is the gong, Naoya is the shou.]

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When I was bound to a livestream System, I thought I was the chosen one.

It wasn't until I cosplayed as Yoshida, the civilian Devil Hunter from Chainsaw Man, for Halloween and accidentally transmigrated to a parallel-world Shibuya that I realized I seemed to have become an NPC in a horror world, with a health bar that could shrink or grow without warning.

Luckily, I activated Yoshida's character settings and bonded with the Octopus Devil. But after seeing the abilities of those terrifying cursed spirits, I worried that my powerful Octopus Devil would turn into delicious takoyaki if it ran into them.

This is bad. I hope I can just survive until Halloween is over.

One day, after barely making it through Halloween, I transmigrated again, this time to ten years earlier in this world. I was a little dumbfounded when I came face-to-face with Naoya, whom I'd met ten years later.

Especially when he asked if I was his lackey. I froze.

"Are you talking to me?"

"Since you have a decent face and a sense of fashion, I'll forgive your rudeness. Even a goldfish has a longer memory than seven seconds."

"..."

By chance, I ended up with the role of his lackey and followed him around. As I watched him swagger about, I gradually began to feel that something was off.

I strongly suspected he'd gotten the script of an evil villain. In other words, even if he didn't die at the hands of a cursed spirit, sooner or later he'd die at someone else's.

One day, I gave up on my will to live and couldn't help saying, "You're definitely going to die young someday."

Naoya lowered his brows and clicked his tongue. "What the hell are you talking about?"

People in the livestream: [No, he's absolutely right.]

I'd already prepared myself to see Naoya lying dead in the street at any moment. But I never expected him to give me a bouquet on Valentine's Day. I felt incredibly strange, and for a moment wondered if the flowers in my arms were roses or death-dealing red spider lilies.

Naoya: "What's with that look?"

Me: "The look of someone whose life is about to end."

Naoya: "..."

Coming soon:

Please Don't Let the Comments Talk Me Into Loving My Skin-Painting Ghost Brother Too Much

I'm an obscure clerk in Luojing City. My days should have been peaceful and uneventful, but one day I was bound to a livestream System and made to share my daily life.

I don't mind, but are they sure they want to watch an unknown official's everyday routine? The System should have bound itself to an aristocratic family instead. Watching them sit around chatting with ceremonial staffs in hand, holding court in grand halls, surrounded by attendants, and tossing fruit into carriages would be much more entertaining.

But if we're talking about anything unusual, there is one extraordinary person by my side: my older brother. He often attends gatherings of famous scholars in different guises and makes friends with them. They have no idea he's a skin-painting ghost who's been alive for a very long time. He's also the one who picked me up and brought me home.

My relationship with my brother can hardly be called close. His moods are unpredictable. Sometimes he says I'm dull and boring, while at other times he praises my clear mind. One moment he's cold and distant, the next he's clinging to me and telling me not to leave him. I'm used to it, and I've always indulged him.

Recently, the comments have been telling me not to love my brother too much. They seem to have misunderstood something. He's a skin-painting ghost and doesn't even have a stable body. Sometimes he changes skins two or three times a day. If I really loved him, wouldn't that make me seem frivolous and fickle?

To clear up the misunderstanding, I've been even colder toward my brother. Even at home, I stay in the study reading and handling official business. It's not that I love him too much. I simply respect him.

I never expected that one day, after getting drunk, my brother would hug me and ask if I thought he was ugly and had fallen for someone else instead.

Me: "..." (My brother seems to have said something outrageous.)

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