Secret History of the Nonhuman

/Coming soon: After My Detective Conan Secret Identity Awakens. Starts April 19. See the blurb at the end./

When my boss told me to go find some scumbag who was wreaking havoc in the human world, I have to admit I didn't want to. I was just a weak, helpless literature student. Sending me out there was basically serving me up on a platter.

As it turned out, I didn't just serve myself up. I dug a hole and fell right into it, too.

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First person. Serious story, not a fluffy romance.

The male lead is that scumbag, and he does some pretty awful things. Please proceed with caution.

Coming soon: After My Detective Conan Secret Identity Awakens

I'm Chansheng Yezhi, code name Tesk. I'm that gentleman's most beloved adopted daughter. The Organization assigned me to infiltrate the police, and by a twist of fate, I ended up as the contact for undercover investigator Scotch.

Let's start with the conclusion.

I died, saving Scotch after his identity was exposed. I died a spectacular death right before his eyes.

Then I came back to life, and discovered that I was one of some "protagonist's" expendable secret identities in this world.

That person lurks in the shadows, manipulating the course of the world through secret identities.

They give each one a tragic backstory, steer them into forming bonds with the people of this world, and then make them die heroically in front of those people, all to harvest their tears and sympathy.

Yes, every single thing about me was written into that person's script. Even my feelings for Scotch were something they had set up as "inevitable." My reason for existing was to die, to make everyone connected to me suffer, and to amuse that person with their twisted little game.

This is ridiculous.

I flipped the table and tore up the script right then and there. Someone else can be the tool and take my place!

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After I was reborn, I set myself three little goals.

First: deal with the Organization breathing down my neck.

Second: make the person secretly playing with my life pay.

Third: stop letting Scotch control my heart.

Cicadas are born in early summer and die in autumn. If this is fate's curse, then I'll break it with my own hands.

With nothing but a puppet's body, I'll stage a spectacular rebellion against the "master" who toyed with me and the fate that bound me.

I'll rewrite my own life with my own hands.

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Hiromitsu Morofushi loves his contact. It's the deepest secret of his undercover career.

Their identities can't be exposed, and he's always looked forward to the day the mission ends, when he can openly lay his feelings before her.

Until the day she stood in front of him and showed him the token of a high-ranking Organization member.

She said, "We're enemies."

The promises they'd made were lies.

The plans they'd laid were lies.

Their chance encounter was a lie.

Even her very existence was a lie.

[Even if the person I fell in love with was only a lie.]

[My love for you is real.]

Theme: People living in harmony with nature