When the Dark Times Group Transmigrated to the Jujutsu Theater

As the saying goes, when three people take a photo, the one in the middle dies first. But no matter how much the fretful Dazai, the double agent Ango, and the former assassin Oda Sakunosuke racked their brains, they never imagined this: Could taking a photo cause you to transmigrate? Cursed spirits are born from negative emotions. No one except sorcerers can exorcise them. That is, until they encountered a boy full of negative emotions who never gave birth to a curse. The cursed spirits got excited: You must be our king! Look, you can even destroy curses with a casual flick of your hand, without using a technique. Dazai, who had just climbed out of the river: ??? Assistant Supervisor: I've already submitted my resignation. This person will be your new supervisor. The problem children raised their arms and cheered. At last, no one can boss us around! Today we're eating desserts! Playing video games! Staying out all night!! Ango, the newly appointed supervisor, pushed up his glasses and raised a sledgehammer, his polite smile tinged with murderous intent. I'm tired. Let's destroy everything. In an old village, the villagers locked up a battered pair of twins. Then a strange red-haired young man suddenly fell from the sky. The villagers panicked and cried out indignantly: The twins must have brought this disaster upon us! Oda Sakunosuke looked at the trembling girl in the cage, thought for a moment, had a flash of inspiration, and silently raised the twin guns he always carried. The villagers screamed in terror: Help! Oda explained expressionlessly: I'm just passing through. I don't kill people. The villagers huddled together and trembled. Who would believe you? In a nutshell: The friendship between the three members of the Irresponsibles and the three high schoolers. Content warnings: It'll probably be around 200,000 words. It's a free novel, updates whenever, and I'll pick it back up soon. Soon, soon, I promise. Coming soon ↓ What Is It Like to Have a Scriptwriter as a Cellmate? Suguru Geto never regretted killing more than a hundred people in the old mountain village. After his arrest, his only regret was not saying a proper goodbye to his friends. The boy gave up resisting, closed his eyes, and waited for his execution. But the powerful man in a police uniform took him to a secret prison instead. Geto: ...Do the higher-ups want to dissect me? He looked to his right. A young man with black curly hair had bandages wrapped around his wrists and ankles. His tone was flippant and casual. Cellmate No. 1: Another man I hate. How am I supposed to die in a lovers' suicide like this? He looked to his left. A pale, anemic foreigner with a frail build spoke politely, using honorifics. Cellmate No. 2: Don't mind him. Would you like to join our cheerful worries club? Geto fell into thought. Was this some kind of massive juvenile detention center? Theme: May friendship last forever