After Our Cosplay Became Reality, We Started Chasing the Manga Online

We got transported into our cosplays. With me were my friends, my bestie, and a hapless younger brother who'd been left behind. Still, I get it, but why does cosplaying mean getting transported to another world?! When we were having a great time in a place that seemed like a parallel world, enjoying the perks of having Ranpo's beautiful face and getting carried away cuddling up to pretty people, we discovered a comic forum attached to us: an ability-based infinite-world comic that opened at night. Wait! This doesn't fit the usual cosplay-transmigration plot at all! To get back to the real world and reunite with my family as soon as possible, I resolutely decided to join in and look for a way home. Me: It's just a mission. Easy. Two days later: Still me: Why am I competing against the Emperor of Part-Time Jobs in a joint performance?! And why didn't anyone tell me there were characters from other anime here too? Part 1: "I told you, didn't I!" Verlaine laughed loudly. "There's a scene from Spy x Family that I really like!" Flames soared behind them. He slipped the gleaming metal ring of a hand grenade over Ranpo's finger. "Surprise, partner! We face everything together!" The explosion was so loud that he had to scream, but the Norse god had an uninhibited, carefree smile on his face. Part 2: When a large adventuring group invited him to join, Chuuya hesitated, then politely declined, making up an excuse when they asked why. The next day, the forum was full of posts: "The Force User's Backing Finally Revealed: A Completely Different Fourth Faction Emerges!" "A Look at the Characters Who Might Be Colleagues of the Force User" "Analyzing the Port Mafia's Vast Power Through the Details!" Chuuya: ??? Wait! What on earth are you imagining? This world doesn't even have a Yokohama concession setting, so where did the Port Mafia come from? Reader's Guide: Updates come whenever they come. I'm at the mercy of fate, and my writing skills are limited. This is a very amateur work, written purely for love. It contains lots of personal headcanons and out-of-character portrayals, as well as my own tacky fetishes and dumb plotlines. The timeline is a complete mishmash. If you don't like it, please leave. No unsolicited advice. There are major logical flaws. Both this story and the unfinished one next door lost their settings and outlines a second time due to real-life circumstances. I'm currently reworking the settings and heavily revising the stories. Since this story started a long time ago, please assume Fyodor's ability is a personal headcanon. The protagonist has no romantic pairing. The main cast has a familial bond. I'm fine with people privately shipping characters, and there are lots of original characters. Theme: A product of unrestrained imagination