After Losing My True Form, I Bound Myself to a Secret Identity System

[Check out my upcoming novel: The Astral Express, Ready to Depart!] Jinguangsi Guang, an unlucky office worker who had just finished work, was run into by a secret identity System that had just finished work too. The System only realized they had been bound together after returning to its space to report in. But it had only taken Jinguangsi Guang's soul, accidentally dropping his body along the way. Since the System had spent all its points unlocking the comment overlay feature, it can only provide nine secret identities now. Afraid of getting reported, the System generously offers Jinguangsi Guang secret identities for free, so he can search this world for his body. With no other choice, Jinguangsi Guang says, "...Fine, I'll go. It's not like I can just leave my own body behind." And so a group of high schoolers suddenly appear in Yokohama, a city of simple and honest folk, the upbeat Black Organization, and the peaceful world of jujutsu sorcerers. A black-haired girl with a miraculous singing voice, a deep-sea prince who can control water, an exceptionally talented rookie sniper, a girl who can see the past and future... Some have supernatural abilities, while others are ordinary people. They can't stand one another, but work together seamlessly when it matters. They crossed through space to come here, all to search for their missing teacher. But Yokohama/the Black Organization/the jujutsu world, thrown into chaos by the kids, can't take it anymore: Where on earth is the teacher of these brats? Come take them away! Jinguangsi Guang: Where on earth is my body! System: Waaah! I'll help you! Please don't report me! · My take on secret identities, all of them original characters. · No CP, no CP. I absolutely love writing no-CP stories! Upcoming novel: The Everyday Adventures of a Group of Cosplayers To heal the emotional damage the original author inflicted on us, my friends and I decided to cosplay together and let loose in a villa provided by our sponsor. We all agreed not to tell each other what we'd be cosplaying as, so we could surprise one another and see whose character concept was the coolest. After changing into White Dazai's outfit, I took a taxi to the villa and walked through the door. Seeing a group of people in their original Detective Agency outfits, I felt like I'd won. I enthusiastically greeted Main Story Atsushi, who was sitting on the sofa, and cuddled up to Everyday Kunikida. It wasn't until I saw their horrified expressions and realized the decor clearly wasn't from the villa that it hit me. I think I transmigrated. I gave them an elegant, polite greeting, then immediately stepped back out and shut the door. Good thing I shut it quickly. I was back outside the villa. I knew it. Something as ridiculous as transmigrating while cosplaying couldn't happen to me. As I hesitated over whether to open the door again, I saw the messages my friends had sent to our group chat. [Atsushi: Help! I ran into the real thing! Come save me!!] [Fei: Cult Leader Geto is right beside me! Should I tell him about the wonders of socialism?] [Ranpo: I only ate a few plates of cake! Why does Toruko keep staring at me? Should I say hi?!] Wait. Looking at the messages from the ten people above, I realized things were bad. It seemed all my friends had transmigrated. What should I do?! As the only one still in the real world, I felt I had to shoulder this responsibility. So I opened the door again, and when I saw Gojo Satoru standing in front of me... "Haha, wrong door." The door shut again. Me: Whoever wants to be the savior can do it! Just as I was about to give up, I noticed a message from my childhood friend: [Odasaku: Dazai, I'm in danger. Come quick.] Me: I'm definitely going to be the savior! · A group transmigration story. The cosplayers' personalities aren't affected by their characters. · Everyone has their own character interpretation. OOC warning. · No CP, friendship all around. · The synopsis is from the perspective of the Dazai cosplayer. I'll probably write from other people's perspectives later! Theme: Surprises and accidents always come one before the other.