After I Transmigrated, I Glitched the Demon Out of the Game

OOC blurb: Hello, everyone. I've run into a little problem. I think I may have transmigrated. Why do I say "think"? Because I can't remember who I was before I transmigrated. It sounds like a clichéd, delusional plot, but it's the truth. After being hunted by a bunch of inexplicable people and nearly getting thrown in jail, I finally figured out who I was: a Russian with a very long name. Going by the usual plot, I probably pushed the original owner's consciousness offline. Honestly, I suspect that's exactly what happened. After all, anyone would eventually come out to meet me after all the commotion I've caused. If that's the case, I should be able to live a much more comfortable life in this world. I can find ways to clean up the mess the original owner left behind. My purpose in transmigrating must be to make the "me" who's the biggest villain stop causing trouble and save the world. This "mend my ways and save the world" plan went along smoothly until the day I met a Russian man who looked exactly like me. I finally discovered the "anomaly." It turned out I'd been getting something wrong all along. The real clown was me! Another "me" in this world invited me to work with him and said some crazy stuff about how he and I were originally one and the same. I'd rather believe in the idea of a "doppelganger" than that possibility. He said he wanted a world without ability users. It's a lofty dream. I can't deny that I'm a little tempted, but it's also undeniable that this other "me" is a tough opponent. It's strange to say, but he's the person in the world who understands me best. He can almost predict my every move. It's as if he's another me. To win this game, I need a little outside help. I met all kinds of partners. They were all unhappy with some aspect of the world, but each had a different dream. Some Green King: I want a world where everyone can protect themselves. Some Cult Leader: I want a world without ordinary people. Some Kind Russian: I want a world without ability users who commit crimes. Some Free Clown: I want a free world. Some Bandage Freak: I want a world without me. Me: I don't want this hodgepodge of a world :) Serious blurb: This world and I are out of sync. The time, reality, events, my circumstances: From every angle, everything feels horribly wrong, like a clove of garlic shoved into a tangerine. I'm not from this world. I'm trapped inside this body. I came to this conclusion with no memories at all. Why? Because this world is far too strange, and the abilities people talk about defy all scientific understanding. It's as if having an ability makes you inherently superior. There's no proper oversight or punishment, and the ability users do whatever they want, like demons running amok. The world I lived in could never be like this. If no god can save this world, rotten to the core... [Note] Not written in first person, so don't be fooled by the blurb. The CP will most likely be: Double Dazai. Writing this for myself, in a niche fandom. The cover is commissioned artwork. [2021.7.14] Theme: Let the heavens know: niche-fandom fans will never give up!