I'm Still Getting Dragged on the Forums for Being a Beautiful, Strong Tragic Hero

The Case Study of a Split-Personality Detective is now available ★ Complete, with occasional edits and typo fixes. The difference from pirated copies is substantial, so please support the official version ~=w= Here, have a cute little plea~ ★ A similar fake-tragedy story, I Put Too Much Into Making My Comic Shine, is complete ★ Coming soon: How to Worship a Cute Deity [Mainly Detective Conan, chapters 18–24, 32–35, and 70 of Jujutsu Kaisen; chapters 45–54 of Bungo Stray Dogs. Not much content, with an original plot, so skipping those chapters won't affect your reading] Kamiya Tetsuya just wants to keep his head down and coast at the distillery until retirement, but all sorts of odd people keep showing up. For example, there's a cat-eyed young man who's great at bass guitar. Even after Kamiya repeatedly sends him on errands, he never gets angry. Instead, he looks at Kamiya with a complicated expression and says: “You don't have to be so nice to me.” Kamiya Tetsuya: ? Then there's the time he accidentally showed up late while partnered with a blond man with a tan. The other man not only wasn't annoyed, he even rushed to finish the mission himself before saying: “You've already shouldered more than enough.” Kamiya Tetsuya: ?? One day, a live forum suddenly appeared before his eyes. Only after reading its increasingly bizarre comments did Kamiya Tetsuya understand what was going on. [Every time Gin wants to send Scotch on a mission, Kamiya just happens to interrupt with an errand.] [He's already mired in the mud himself. Does he not want to see a good policeman fall from grace too? Sob, this is so heartbreaking.] Kamiya Tetsuya: Hold on... Who's a policeman? Who's falling from grace?? Looking at the complicated expressions on everyone's faces, Kamiya Tetsuya thought: ...I really don't have some tragic secret! More and more bizarre filters were being applied to him. When the distillery finally “went under,” Kamiya Tetsuya packed his bags and prepared to run The good guys: Brother Kamiya, we've heard about what you've been through. You worked so hard! We'll put in a request for a special program for you! Kamiya Tetsuya (world-weary, lighting a cigarette): I'm just a plain black salted fish. [He's a genuine member of the Black Organization. Black through and through, no redemption arc, and even a bit of a jerk! He keeps his distance at first, then rises through the ranks and stirs up trouble.] [Please don't bring up other works under my stories, except for those by my friend, and don't mention my stories under other people's works. Thank you, lovely readers, for your support! Please avoid comparisons and trolling so we can build a harmonious and friendly Jinjiang community!] P.S. There's a timeline bug regarding Shinichi's age early on. Content warning: I didn't handle the forum content well at first, so there are too many comments. Feel free to call it filler! 70% anti-piracy -----Coming soon, see my author page for details The Monster on the Tip of Your Tongue by Zi Mu Tao, see my author page for details [Third-person narration] “A monster has taken over my body.” “Every night, I lose consciousness.” “The fridge at home is packed with strange things, and there are stains on the floor that are impossible to clean.” “Watching the cases on the news become more and more frequent, I can't hold back my fear.” “, Who are you?” I wrote on a piece of paper. Once I realized a monster had taken over my body, I tried everything I could to get myself killed, hoping to force it out. But no matter what I tried, when I woke up again, my injuries had vanished, and I couldn't ignore how full I felt. “I hate you,” I said coldly. That night, I received my first note from it. The writing was crooked and uneven, but I could recognize the strokes of my own pen. “I luv you.” Oh, so the monster was illiterate too. Then one day, I woke in the night after losing too much blood. The familiar room, blood-red candles scattered across the floor. Everything from the past seemed to become terrifyingly strange beneath that eerie red glow. In the flickering, ominous light, my hand was rising against my will. The knife and fork were sharp, glinting faintly. A slimy, roe-like food of unknown origin was slowly approaching my face. Rich juices burst across my tongue. My wounds gradually disappeared, and even my strength increased. Delicious. I suddenly realized the monster had only wanted to feed me. But here's the question: what exactly is my food made of?! In World D620, monsters hide among people. They're devious and cunning, and they feed on human souls. Humans have come up with all sorts of ways to stop them, but nothing has worked. Then, one day, the monsters began disappearing at an alarming rate. Some said it was humanity's victory. Others suspected an even more terrifying conspiracy. Everyone was searching for the king who had brought the monsters to heel. This is a world where light and darkness are impossible to tell apart. Some kneel in prayer, some set themselves aflame, and some take up blades and walk to their deaths... And Song Linchuan stands among the crowd, staring at the black shadow meeting his gaze in the mirror and pondering a more practical question: What should I eat tonight? A clingy, obsessive seme who loves feeding his uke, X a cool-headed, battle-crazed uke who only wants to grow stronger 1. A love story between nonhumans, with a pseudo-selfcest twist. 2. A long plot with plenty of face-slapping, showing off, and thrilling battles. 3. The protagonist grows stronger and becomes the strongest. Theme: Make every day better through positive change.