Becoming the Savior in a Jujutsu High Game

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This story will be updated whenever inspiration strikes! I’m temporarily out of ideas!

You played an immersive game called Love and Jujutsu High.

It had a rigorous battle system, powerful, unhinged romance options, blood and tears, and an epic historical setting.

So although it was an otome game, your passionate, hot-blooded, slightly delusional spirit turned it into an experience-grinding, scavenging game.

You were caught by Geto Suguru while picking up his underwear.

You chose: “We’re best buddies, after all! Haha, we’re so close we can share a pair of pants.”

The white-haired boy in sunglasses easily knocked you flat.

You chose: “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river! Don’t look down on a poor young man!”

A pregnant woman on the road had a huge baby bump. You picked up her dropped wallet, and she gratefully invited you to her home. Then you noticed the stitches on her forehead.

You chose: “Take her to Ieiri Shoko and have her treat the wound.”

You spent every day grinding curses to level up, then somehow got swept into what seemed to be a parallel world.

You looked at the foul-mouthed brat in front of you, stuffing his face with sweets at the Heavens Arena.

You learned his name was Killua.

You became convinced he was Gojo’s secret love child.

You chose: “Find him a dad.”

On the way, you ran into a gang of thieves raiding and burning a village.

You chose: “Stop them and give them a lesson on core socialist values and moral conduct.”

You never found the dad, but you did meet Killua’s friend, a black-haired kid named Gon.

Is My Ability the Only One That’s Paper-Thin?!

For Endo Tetsuya, an ordinary person who had spent twenty years being utterly unremarkable, becoming a novelist was a distant dream. His manuscripts kept disappearing because of the Yokohama ability-user riots that erupted without warning.

So Endo Tetsuya decided to move to Tokyo. But Tokyo’s sorcerers and grade-schooler detectives were even more terrifying than Yokohama.

He had barely gotten off the train when he was dragged into a murder case, with his life hanging by a thread.

“Ding! Literary System binding in progress...”

“To improve the barbaric sorcerers whose brains are packed with muscle, and those novelists who abandoned writing to take up arms...”

“Host, please spread literature throughout the world.”

1. “What could make this world so cruel? My friend has died by my own hand? Did I kill him? No, no, no!” The arrested man sat in the interrogation room, weeping uncontrollably. The more the police questioned him, the more deeply unnerved they became.

What kind of cruel, immoral person could do such a thing to their own friend?!

“It’s human nature! It’s greed! It’s malice! It’s my love for humanity!”

A Tale of Sin

Gojo Satoru read a story that almost mirrored what had happened between him and Geto. His feelings were complicated. He took off his sunglasses. “I’m going to find this author.”

2. Sometimes, intelligence is a double-edged blade, and you must never let it show.

Go with the crowd or expose the truth? You chose to speak up.

Most people are fools. Being too clever cuts through their hypocritical facades.

So you became everyone’s target. They blamed you and hurled insults at you. “Why didn’t you follow the rules?” “You’re bad luck!” “Get out!”

But you were simply a clever, fragile person. Perhaps leaving this world was the best choice after all?

Don’t Let Them See You in This World

Edogawa Ranpo was lying on the sofa, drinking ramune and listlessly reading the latest literary award-winning book. He had only submitted his work because everyone at the detective agency had urged him to. He hadn’t expected to win an award, but as he stared at the book in his hands, he thought indignantly, “It must be a terrible story!”

Soon, he finished reading. Big drops of tears fell from Ranpo’s bright green eyes. He was reminded of the experiences he had once hated, and firmly resolved to find the author of the book!

3. Story within a story: title to be decided

Endo Tetsuya looked at his fans around the world, all desperate to unmask him and worshipping him like mad, and at the Port Mafia, the organization, and the jujutsu world, who had already set their sights on him. He couldn’t help but burst into tears.

“Ahhh! I’m just an ordinary, fragile novelist! I want to live a little longer!”

* The protagonist has multiple secret identities.

* So much charm, so much charm, so much charm! Everyone becomes a devoted fan.

Theme: Save the world.