A Detective Who Doesn't Want to Be a Jujutsu Sorcerer Isn't a True Gothamite

1

I'm an ordinary Gotham City resident just passing through.

Or rather, I used to be.

Anyway, I transmigrated.

Because my System told me there were no aliens destroying Earth, no men in tights flying around, no lunatics constantly showing up for group outings, and no robbers who hung around banks like recurring NPCs.

It could even provide me with a stable job.

So I came.

Then I discovered the System hadn't told me this place had the Mafia, Curses, and a little Grim Reaper kid.

2

Toji Fushiguro once thought his eldest son was well-behaved, sensible, independent, and perfectly capable of looking after himself and his newborn little brother.

Emphasis on once.

Two months after his wife died, Toji Fushiguro returned, or rather returned again, and opened the front door for the first time

“Fuck you, Toji! Fuck this world!”

His well-behaved, sensible, independent eldest son, a mere six years old, was smoking a cigarette, chugging beer, holding Megumi, and cursing his dad.

“Fuck Toji Fushiguro! Fuck him! I'm only six and I have to raise your kid and clean up your mess! One of these days I'm gonna go sell my ass to some rich woman! Fuck!”

Fushiguro Che turned at the sound, swearing up a storm.

Four green eyes met.

“...”

“...Uh, hi, Dad. I can explain...”

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“...Would you be interested in studying at Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School?”

Toji Fushiguro stood off to one side and let out a cold snort.

“No. My dream is to open a full-service funeral business in Beika Town,” I said earnestly to the bespectacled man in front of me. “I'll moonlight as a detective, too. Fame and fortune are guaranteed. I've even thought of a name for the place: Arkham.”

Deadpool pairing

Warnings:

1. Irregular updates. The schedule really is completely random.

2. The main story is in first person.

3. High levels of OOC, crude language, and filthy talk.

4. The protagonist is not a good person. Not a good person. Not a good person. The protagonist's values are not the author's values.

5. A clumsy work born of a wild idea. The author is illiterate. Self-indulgent kink writing. If it's not for you, please leave. No writing advice accepted.

Theme: Study hard and improve every day.