I Don't Want to Be a Scriptwriting Prodigy in Heaven

Tianshang Quan, who usually runs on low battery and energy-saving mode, received a ticket to another world one day. This new world was full of inexplicable organizations. What, the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency? And that wasn't all. There were one script master after another. Tianshang Quan did the math: every organization had an average of one and a half script masters. That would have been fine. Sure, he'd gone from being a rich kid to an unemployed drifter, but Yokohama's welfare was surprisingly generous. He could make do. Unfortunately, the System wasn't having it. "Come on, Host! Get moving! You need to infiltrate the script masters! The more highly they think of you, the more points you'll earn! Once you have enough points, you'll live to see tomorrow!" Tianshang Quan, in energy-saving mode, gracefully bowed out. "Uh, I don't think my IQ is enough to keep up with them." The System, a reincarnated power bank, was exasperated. "I'll turn on the live comments for you!" A stream of spoiler-filled comments swept by, chattering away. Tianshang Quan: "...Huh?" The melancholy young man who suddenly appeared in Yokohama: Tianshang Quan. Quiet and taciturn, with a mysterious background. At first, nobody paid attention to this ordinary young man, who seemed to have no distinguishing traits beyond his striking looks. Until they noticed that every incident involving him ended in failure, without exception. Yokohama gradually turned its attention to him: President Fukuzawa, who saw a resemblance to Edogawa in him, kept a close eye on him. The Special Division for Unusual Powers, thinking he was a high-caliber talent, tried to recruit him. The Port Mafia, having just lost its strategist executive, wanted to bring him in. The smiling "rat" invited him to dance. Tianshang Quan: (pained expression) . Theme: Keep moving forward no matter what