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Lin Wanwan, 20 years old, an ordinary cosplayer, a single promoter from Fujiang.
In Area C of the Comic Exhibition, she wore Fujiang's cosplayer and made a scissor hand gesture in the mirror.
Then a white light——
When she woke up, she was lying in an abandoned warehouse and became "him".
Long and straight black, tear mole, pale skin. In the mirror is Kawakami Tomie's face.
Outside the door, the port authorities were searching for people.
"Well... I seem to be lost."
She made the most outrageous excuse in the most harmless tone, and then was carried back to the headquarters by a bandaged boy.
"Tomie Kawakami? The name is quite interesting." Dazai Osamu tilted his head and looked at her - no, it was at him, "Let me see your ability."
The knife cut across his arm, and the wound healed in three seconds.
"Regeneration. What else?"
Dazai Osamu came closer, his iris-colored eyes staring straight at him.
"Are you... Trying to charm me?"
"... Is it useful?"
"It's useless." Dazai Osamu smiled and took a step back. "My 'human disqualification' can invalidate all supernatural powers. Including yours."
Lin Wanwan was silent for three seconds.
So the only target he wants to conquer is ability immunity?
And the way other people looked at him had begun to look wrong.
"The probation period is three months, and I am the assessor." Dazai Osamu patted him on the shoulder, "The assessment standards - I find it interesting."
"What if you get bored?"
"Then there is no need for you to exist."
The nights in Yokohama are long and the water is deep. And his biggest crisis is not those who want to kill him, but -
He seemed to not want to go back.
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CP: Dazai Osamu × Kawakami Tomie (sexually changed Tomie, male protagonist in the main text)
Intention: Come on, come on, come on
