The Detective Criminal Decides to Save the World

[Coming next: [Crossover] All the Great Writers Are My Secret Identities. Visit my collection to check it out, and please add it to your favorites~] [Updates will be slower for this story.] As a “criminal detective” among the Decay of the Angel, Ranpo closed his eyes and opened them again to find himself in an alternate Yokohama. He had also become the Armed Detective Agency's central pillar. Facing the trusting looks of everyone around him, Ranpo immediately put on an act: Ranpo: I had no choice but to join the Decay of the Angel. ADA: Mr. Ranpo must have had some good reason he couldn't tell us! Ranpo: I became the Boss of the Black Organization for the sake of national stability. Port Mafia: He went in the opposite direction and turned himself into a mysterious leader. Edogawa is no ordinary man. Ranpo: I allied with Byakuran because the circumstances forced my hand. Vongola: Ranpo is an excellent double agent. He's made an invaluable contribution to saving humanity. * Ranpo the cat sighing.jpg: I've been working so hard to save the world, so why won't you believe I'm a good person, Dazai? Dazai, who had seen through it all long ago: ...Heh. As if I'd believe you. 1. An if-Ranpo story with lots of headcanon, and Servants will appear. 2. Dazai pairing. OOC warning. 3. Author's Weibo: @You Rong Coming next: [Crossover] All the Great Writers Are My Secret Identities Aoki Araya has recently become obsessed with a history-themed mobile game where you collect famous writers. After spending a fortune, he finally drew the featured limited SSR Dazai○ from the gacha pool He transmigrated to another world. And the game's System came with him. Araya: What on earth does the mission “Establish an international organization of fake writers single-handedly” mean? * A mysterious young man has recently appeared in Yokohama. His hair is as black as the night, he wears a linen kimono, and his melancholy air is impossible to hide, even behind his handsome features. When confronted by a crowd of black-suited gangsters, the young man introduced himself: “, You may call me Dazai.” The hat rack standing across from him: WTF??? * Dazai, obsessed with dying together; Ranpo, a detective like Moriarty; Nakahara, longing to rebel; and Akutagawa, rational and sharp-tongued. One day, these self-proclaimed Heroic Spirits announced they were forming something called the “Writers' Society” That day, Yokohama exploded. Later, the world exploded too :). * #You think they're carefree Heroic Spirits, but they're all secretly the same overworked office drone, putting in overtime behind the scenes# #Always on call, forced to work around the clock for free# #You think I'd give in to a world full of weirdos who share names with famous writers?# #...This is actually pretty great!# * 1. Heroic Spirits don't strictly follow historical accounts to begin with, so this story includes (seriously) a ton of headcanon and OOC elements (seriously). 2. The protagonist is obsessed with role-playing, an emotionless cosplay machine. His secret identity is never revealed. 3. Author's Weibo: @You Rong Theme: Work together to build a peaceful, stable Yokohama and protect a beautiful, harmonious future