[Crossover] The Sun’s Self-Indulgence

After wandering the slums for three years, Qi Shuran is unexpectedly recruited by the government.

Don't think I can't tell you're the Special Abilities Department just because you're wearing the government's badge!

Then, after her friends recommended it to her, she became the Phantom Third Member of the Detective Agency.

Huh, where have I seen this orange-haired kid before?

Why do these Italian mafia family executives look at me like they've seen a ghost?

You, member of the Guild, please stop acting like we're close.

Could you all please pay some attention to my ability? It's not a trash can!

I love peace, and peace loves me. Put down your weapons, and I'll send you to Buddhahood.

Mainly Bungo Stray Dogs, with Katekyo Hitman Reborn as a secondary series. Other works will only be touched on “briefly” (probably).

The pairing is the adorable Ranpo!

Contains original headcanons. Is the protagonist beautiful, strong, and tragic? She's definitely a powerful fighter!

I'm not the original author, so characters may act out of character. Please avoid this if that bothers you!

P.S. Updates whenever inspiration strikes~

P.P.S. This story is getting a revision. The basic setting won't change; I'm just adding a ton of details. I won't abandon it.

A crossover follow-up to “The Sun's Amusement”: [Crossover] When Abilities Become a Junkyard

Let me tell you a secret...

There's a huge black hole inside my body.

My deskmate glanced at me, pointed at the pen in my hand, and told me to put it away and take it back out.

I...

Oh, my black hole can't store objects that don't belong in a black hole. And it's very clean, so... there's nothing I can take out...

My cool and aloof deskmate smiled at me and told me to read fewer novels...

I'm upset, but I can't argue back qwq

But not long after, someone suddenly appeared inside it!?

They disappeared quickly, but my eyesight is fine. I clearly saw that the person who suddenly appeared looked exactly like me!!

From then on, my black hole got completely out of hand. Flowers, grass, trees, bricks, wall plaster, wooden sticks, machetes, guns, toys, and even...

Even what looked like a dead person?!

Where did my nice, clean hole go? Give it back to me!

Sorting trash is so hard to remember, and cleaning is so exhausting.

Another day of packing up garbage~

My heart is full of bitterness, but I won't say a word!

The pairing is Lovecraft.

→ The protagonists of both stories used to be the same person~

Theme: People write stories, and stories define people