Livestreaming the Occult in the World of Detective Conan

*My no-CP novel, After My Diary Spoiled Everything, is now underway. My upcoming historical BL novel, After Logging Back In, My Disciple Became the Demon Lord, is listed in my author profile.* *Complete. Extra chapters will be published separately.* After dying unexpectedly, Ruolin Chunliang acquired a Lovecraftian livestream System called [Nyar]. The System told him that he could survive by using identity cards with different skills, but he had to complete livestream missions. Ruolin Chunliang: Livestream? What kind of livestream? Nyar: Use different identity cards to appear in high-risk situations and promote Lovecraftian studies! Ruolin Chunliang: ...Forget it. I'm just an utterly ordinary college student at a university of the occult. [Livestream viewer Edogawa has unlocked the "Investigation" skill for you.] [Livestream viewer Kuroro has unlocked the "Sleight of Hand" skill for you.] [Livestream viewer Aizen has unlocked the "Disguise" skill for you.] [Livestream viewer Echizen has unlocked the "Shooting: Tennis" skill for you. (This skill inflicts severe damage. Use with caution.)] Ruolin Chunliang: !!! After that, a mysterious occult agency appeared in Beika Town. It was said that its investigators were all top experts in their respective fields. They operated undercover within the red-and-black organization. Some had genius-level minds, while others had skills that rivaled those of mercenaries. Their methods were all different. Each operated independently, scheming against the others. They obeyed only the commands of the frail, harmless-looking head of the occult agency, without regard for their lives or the consequences. Ruolin Chunliang: As it happens, they're all just my identity cards. #Locked-room murders can be Lovecraftian # #APTX4869 can be Lovecraftian # #Rejuvenation can be Lovecraftian too # #Time travel and resurrection are the most Lovecraftian of all # #So is it possible that the liquor factory is actually...# Reader's notes: 1. This is my take on the Cthulhu Mythos, with lots of reinterpretation and tabletop role-playing elements. The rules are heavily abbreviated and modified, but you don't need to know them to enjoy the story. 2. Fan works are welcome. Please credit the source. 3. This is my first time writing a novel, so please bear with me. (Bows) Upcoming no-CP novel, After My Diary Spoiled Everything. A suspenseful mystery and detective story. Synopsis: [My older brother, Chi Huaizuo, fell from a building and died.] [I will find the person who killed him.] Chi Zhuxi wrote this in his diary. Outside, his relatives dabbed at their eyes in feigned sorrow. The room was warm, but his body was as cold and stiff as a corpse. A gust of wind blew by. Chi Zhuxi froze, staring blankly at the diary. The ink was still wet. On the open diary's right-hand page, two familiar lines appeared out of nowhere: [My younger brother, Chi Zhuxi, died in a car accident.] [I will make those people pay.] The story of two brothers in different timelines, linked by a diary, who gradually uncover the truth behind each other's deaths. Upcoming historical BL novel, After Logging Back In, My Disciple Became the Demon Lord: After taking a long break from the game, Hualang logged back into Linwang Jue, a massive immortal-cultivation game with consciousness uploads, only to have his logout button forcibly removed. He had no choice but to accept that he was stuck in this immortal-cultivation world, then suddenly realized something seemed off. Never mind that all three of his disciples had defected one after another. The small sect he had founded had somehow become the leading force among the orthodox factions. The once-revered NPCs from other sects, who had treated him with indifference, were now anxiously and respectfully addressing him as their chief seat, saying that the plan to conquer the Demon Lord could not be delayed any longer. With no other choice, Hualang reluctantly accepted the [Hard] quest, "Organize a Campaign Against the Supreme Demon." When he reached the Demon Lord's palace, half-dazed, his new disciple, who had fought bloody battles alongside him all the way there, suddenly changed his appearance. The demons in the hall all knelt and called the new disciple their Demon Lord. Hualang: So not one of the disciples I took in is reliable, huh? Hualang: ...Wait, why does that face look so familiar? Isn't that his eldest disciple, the one who betrayed the sect and left! And even more outrageous than his absurdly huge health bar were the words he said. "As expected, I am still Master's favorite, both in the past and now." The young man rested a hand on Hualang's chest. His blood-red eyes were dark and unfathomable as he murmured, "Once I destroy the sect and kill those two useless junior brothers, Master will have only me left. That would be wonderful." Hualang: ... Who said anything about that being wonderful?! * A naturally wicked disciple who is very good at acting obedient x a show-off master who acts like everyone's sweetheart The other two disciples aren't any good either.jpg Hualang has a ridiculous number of unrequited admirers. A ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous number. Theme: Be a good person.