My Superpower Is the Classic of Mountains and Seas

[Seeking Favorites for My Next Story: Casablanca for Mr. Nakahara [Crossover]] Nameless, an ability user from China. When still, he sleeps. When moving, he rolls over. His life goals: stay alive and find a rich woman to support him. After all sorts of unexpected turns, his days of mooching off others finally came to an end. To find a new "job," he jumped into the sea, hoping to see which lucky person would fish him out and take him home. Chuya: That's right. It was me. A few years after joining the Port Mafia, on the very night he was promoted to executive, Nameless decided to retire early. Everyone at the company was talented, and they all knew how to say the right thing. But the boss liked to exploit his employees, all while calling it the optimal solution. It was time to ask his rich woman to make their relationship official. So here's the question: how should he break the good news to her? The peanut gallery eagerly raised their hands: Bandage Freak: Make it official? Take out the shorty and inherit his fortune! Pineapple-Headed Monster: Kufufu~ Take over his body, and everything will be yours. Ramen-Loving Baba: Dress as a woman? Famous Hakata Cross-Dresser: Mm, that's a real treat. The cat who actually gave it some thought: The moon is beautiful tonight. Mr. Nakahara, I want to pluck the moon for you. Nameless, suddenly poetic. [Read Before You Start] 1. The protagonist is beautiful, strong, and incredibly charming. Severe OOC and a mountain of personal headcanons. 2. A simple, amateurish story. No writing advice, please. 3. This is not a long story. [Seeking Favorites for My Next Story: Casablanca for Mr. Nakahara [Crossover]] My world is full of cracks, and you are the only light that shines through. Chisato, an executive who had been with the Port Mafia for years, was known by no one by his surname, and no one had ever seen his face. He once served as the boss's personal guard, and he had also been assigned to deal with traitors all by himself. Some said he was a blade that killed without a trace, striking with deadly precision. Others said he was a monster with no body heat, no heartbeat, and no breath. The hat-wearing executive scoffed at that. How could someone who couldn't even speak properly when he saw him possibly be scary? Chisato: ...I-I wrote it in my diary! -I walk alone through the turbulent currents of this filthy world. -I pay no heed to strangers, and think no thoughts of those I've left behind. -You are the courage that lets me reach for the sunlight. -You are the resolve that lets me cut through every obstacle. My blade is named Murasame. Care to try it? Fight me, Jewel. Pairing: Chuya Theme: Simply being alive is already something great.