[Western Crossover] It's So Hard to Maintain My Persona

Blurb: After retiring from the quick transmigration department, Elvin comes to a small world to enjoy his retirement. The world is blessed with beautiful landscapes and outstanding people, with no mutated zombies or monsters. It seems perfectly safe. He never expected a data transmission error to leave him in the body of a frail teenage boy. The body is severely malnourished, and a mountain of trouble awaits him. The only consolation is that the boy has a pair of green eyes just like his own, as serene and far-reaching as a lake. Elvin: “Fine. I’ll make do with this body. What else can I do?” Elvin, who could take on a god-king one-on-one without falling behind, discovers that just walking a few steps makes his heart race, talking for too long leaves him exhausted and ready to sleep, and strong emotions could actually kill him. The sound of someone who doesn’t want to do this.jpg But the kid has only one wish: don’t be late for school tomorrow Elvin, who has a compulsion to complete every task, looks at this simple, down-to-earth wish and, after weighing it carefully, chooses to accept. “Seriously, who knew getting to school on time in Gotham would be so hard?” “Please, don’t blow up the school! Go blow up Wayne Tower!” “This mission is as difficult as saving the world during the apocalypse.” “Is there something wrong with Gotham?” “Oh, neighboring New York is only a little better.” To avoid being rejected by the world’s will, Elvin must maintain his persona as a “frail, fragile, taciturn boy” while navigating a crowd of gods disguised as humans, constantly testing the limits of how close he can get to revealing his secret identity. Elvin: I’m actually a chatterbox, cat crying.gif Keeping up this persona is way too hard! Batman: Stares The Bat-family’s little Jaybird first met Elvin at the scene of his kidnapping. The frail, helpless boy faced the Joker, then looked up and smiled. The beauty mark at the corner of his eye stood out clearly on camera “I’m your dad!” The little Jaybird instinctively looked at Batman’s face, especially after learning that he was actually Batman’s kid. Well, look at that. He became a grandpa on the spot? The CP is probably one of the Bat-family’s little winged ones. No fixed top or bottom. Warnings: 1. Bat-kid trope. Enter with caution if that’s not your thing. The author likes the DC version of Batman as a mom-dad. 2. Elvin is Elvin. This is his own body. 3. There’s no logic, QAQ. The glory belongs to the original work; any out-of-character behavior is mine. Coming soon: I’m Working Hard to Make Money in a Wealthy Family. This will be my next story. Please add it to your collection, mwah. Coming-soon blurb: Young Daoist Wen Qiuheng leaves the mountain to take an exam, only to unexpectedly end up inside a danmei novel packed with popular tropes: lavish banquets for the wealthy, business rivalries, real and fake young masters, face-slapping contrasts, and exclusive devotion He becomes the real young master, a vicious villain written with no nuance or originality at all. At the family’s reunion, he’s about to be humiliated by the novel’s protagonist: the kind-hearted, virtuous fake young master who serves as the villain’s foil. Young Daoist Wen: “...?” He reasonably suspects his old master predicted all this before he left the mountain. The old man had been muttering all sorts of nonsense, telling him to stay true to himself. How infuriating! He hadn’t even bought buns from the town at the foot of the mountain for his senior brother! He’d definitely get an earful when he went back! Still, entering the mortal world is also a form of cultivation. Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. After a few words to reassure himself, Wen Qiuheng swept the room with his clear, cool eyes. The wealthy family’s unmarried heir, who doted exclusively on the fake young master, had a complicated fortune. His career was about to suffer a major setback. A dark haze hung between the brows of the real young master’s parents, who doted exclusively on the fake one. Misfortune was on its way. The eldest brother was currently the family’s pillar, but he was cold and poor with words... Hmm, his romantic luck... seemed to be turning into a romantic disaster. This should be lively. At first “Hmm, I offer fortune-changing, consecration, feng shui consultations, exorcisms, funerals, and curse-breaking, among other mystical services. I’m a nationally certified professional fortune-teller. Guaranteed genuine.” Young Daoist Wen puts up an advertisement. “Huh? Have you lost your mind?” his wealthy parents and eldest brother say. “Don’t try to get our attention this way. You’ll never measure up to Xiaotang.” “Big Brother... he’s scary,” the fake young master Wen Tang says timidly. Later “Please, Master, save me! Five million! And I’ll throw in a villa!” says the Wen family’s first business partner. “I got here first. Just take a look at the feng shui of that house in Xingsheng Gardens for me, and we can work something out,” says the Wen family’s sworn enemy. “You can even cure the current head of the Shi family’s heart condition?” asks a man with taut nerves, his voice cold. Cultivators don’t involve themselves in worldly affairs, but... “How could I possibly have put a curse on you?” The young Daoist doesn’t understand. Why would anyone repay kindness with enmity? The stern-faced man looks baffled as he presses a hand to his heart. “But... it beats so fast whenever I see you!” Young Daoist Wen: “...” Is he... trying to scam me? “My assistant says I like you,” the man says hesitantly. “But how could I possibly like you?” Young Daoist Wen: “?” You’re asking... me? Theme: “Every hidden, sincere feeling is buried deep, its disguise impossible to discern.” By Hetu. Theme: “I have a future full of unpredictable fortunes and misfortunes, and an unwavering determination.”