“Wumaru Liyu”
Just an ordinary owner of the Poirot Café. But after accidentally witnessing his childhood friend kill a high school detective to silence him, the world started acting very strangely.
Not only did crime in Tokyo suddenly skyrocket, but the timeline seemed to have gone haywire too.
Unable to make sense of the timeline and nearly branded a lunatic, Wumaru Liyu could only think: ...I'm done.
Then a System showed up and asked him to help set the timeline straight. So he began solving the problems caused by the temporal disorder while using various secret identities.
[Former Port Mafia Boss]
A silver-haired little boy with blood-red eyes, codenamed “Apostle,” tapped the table idly. He cast a careless glance at a certain inquisitive young detective, then spoke with a faintly mocking smile. “Curiosity killed the cat. So who do you think this cat will be, Ku-ro-ba, Shin-i-chi?”
Conan, who thought he had hidden himself well: Eyes shaken.jpg
[Classmates of the Strongest]
The black-haired boy huddled up and warily pushed away the food offered by the smiling young man. His golden eyes stayed fixed on him, like a hedgehog with its spines raised. “Since when did the FBI start doing charity work?” he said harshly.
Shuichi Akai, wearing a cat disguise: Huh?!
[Master of a Corrupted Citadel]
The kimono-clad man held a long, slender pipe. His eyes, hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses, were calm. He only slowly raised his head to look at the blond young man after hearing the voice. The chain on his glasses swayed as he moved. “It's you, Zero. How have you, Kei, and Hiromitsu been?”
Amuro Tooru, whose tray nearly slipped from his hands: !!!
Just as Wumaru Liyu was doing his mission, a huge crowd came running at the sound
A young man in a sand-colored coat, with bandages wrapped around him, bent down and leaned close to the silver-haired boy's ear. In a voice so sweet it could make your teeth ache, he said, “Boss, are you still not quite dead?”
One of the two strongest surrounded him with cursed spirits, while the other cornered him in an alley. They smiled with murderous kindness. “Hey~ Was it fun to come back from the dead?”
The world's most beautiful sword, with eyes like blood moons after falling into darkness, held him firmly in his arms and whispered, “Master, have you decided how you want to die?”
Wumaru Liyu: ??? Why do my secret identities come with backstories?!
System: That's a question for you.
Wumaru Liyu: ...I'm tired. Let's just destroy everything!
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* No romance pairing in this story. Ship whoever you like.
* The author's writing is amateurish. If you don't like it, please leave. There's no need to force yourself.
Theme: To protect the peace of the world
