What Bad Intentions Could I Possibly Have?

Includes Danganronpa, Detective Conan, and more.

Third version of the blurb:

First, let me introduce myself. I'm Chi Mian. As a child, I lived at the Perfect Life Black Box Orphanage. I went to Teitan Elementary School, Hope's Peak Academy for high school, and Cassell College for university. I'm an ordinary person, and I'm thirteen now.

Forced to enter various fictional worlds, I've worked hard to play the role of an ordinary person. For example, being an unremarkable young master at a certain distillery, inheriting the wishing well and clinging to the building director for dear life in the haunted Black Box world, studying as an undergrad while living among the remnants of despair at Hope's Peak, and getting into daily battles of wits with a certain little devil at Cassell.

So when something happens, please don't assume I did it first. After all... what harm could an ordinary passerby possibly have in mind?

Second version of the blurb: (Don't believe this.) Blurb:

Before that day came, he had never imagined he would see the dawn after the long night.

What kind of thing is already dead, yet clings to the world by borrowing someone else's body? He didn't understand either.

Before it all began, he had already planned everything, mapping out a life whose end he could see from the start.

The clown living in paradise should take his final bow after the last performance. The doll whose emotions have broken down should leap from that rooftop. The one obsessed with twisted justice will eventually be killed by justice. The person who does not understand words will be forbidden from expressing anything...

Chi Mian, Chi Mian: when that night ended, he should have entered eternal sleep and received the bad ending that belonged to “them.”

...The only ones he felt sorry for were that pair of siblings, those two “worlds.”

After all, his ending was a happy ending.

Original title: Detective Conan: What Harm Could I Possibly Have in Mind?

Original blurb: I died, and the cause of death is unknown.

What would make something like a concept die?

Looking at the bastard in front of me who made me work around the clock, I eventually agreed to its unfair terms under the threat of the forces of darkness (and then I was sliced up).

Looking at the lineup of my secret identities and the sources they came from, “Kill My...” (There were other songs too, but they don't matter.)

Well, well. So this was the real culprit behind my death.

I'm heartbroken, so I'm going to make life miserable for other people.

Including, but not limited to, opening the door to “warmly welcome” the organization's undercover agents while posing as a true believer, using the boss to force Gin to keep a silver shaded cat on him at all times, turning the bomb on the Ferris wheel into a brilliant firework that would shoot into the sky, turning Scotland's gun into a water pistol, and using Cassell's basic hacking techniques to play “The Jiangnan Leather Factory Has Gone Bankrupt” at the organization...

Of course, I'm so pitiful. What harm could I possibly have in mind?

One more thing: that bastard, one day I will [bleep] you.

Theme: A good life takes effort