Bai Huahua Doesn't Want to Destroy the World

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[Our meeting is the one and only miracle among eight hundred trillion parallel worlds]

Bai Huahua always thought he would become the owner of a cotton candy factory with branches all over the world, until he awakened the ability to peer into parallel worlds.

He watched helplessly as another version of himself in another world became the ultimate final boss, then forcibly dragged one version of himself into that world, locked him naked in a can, and used him as a tool.

Bai Huahua, not yet evolved into Bai Zhazha: H-help!

Unwilling to become a tool, Bai Huahua uses scientific know-how stolen from another version of himself to follow the principle of "if you can't win, run." He immediately packs his bags and flees across worlds.

To support himself as an illegal immigrant between worlds, Bai Huahua has no choice but to infiltrate the local Mafia. He starts saving money in earnest, planning to become a cotton candy factory owner once he's an adult. There's no way he's going to be in the Mafia for life. He won't be like the other versions of himself who make trouble for themselves. He really is only interested in cotton candy!

But things don't go according to plan. His position keeps rising until he's reached a level where he can't easily leave.

And because of a youthful mistake, he gets entangled with a bandaged, black-hearted weirdo.

Seeing the bandage-wearing weirdo show up uninvited yet again, Bai Huahua thinks: It's time to develop a weapon specifically for dealing with this bandage freak :)

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Dazai knows full well that the Italian boy is a reckless gambler.

For the sake of profit, he has put his own life on the table over and over, dancing on the edge of life and death and laughing with abandon.

After risking his life to blow up a cargo ship and faking his death for three days, the Italian boy returns with a bright smile and places a revolver in the bandaged boy's hand.

He smiles softly, his eyes glinting. "To make up for it, shoot me three times."

Three bullets. Even odds.

All three shots miss.

The outcome is settled. The gambler smiles. "Darling, I'm always the winner of the game~"

On the eve of another change of hands on Yokohama's throne of darkness, he climbs into the new king's bed, his clothes half off, his beautiful purple eyes glimmering like a fox's.

But after a night of revelry and abandon, he decisively leaves the lover he was tangled up with the night before and flees to the Mediterranean with his luggage.

"Darling, a gambler doesn't swear allegiance to anyone." The leader of the rising Italian organization Millefiore elegantly raises a glass to the young king of Yokohama on a video call, his every glance provocative.

"If you're angry, then try 'killing' me in bed~"

A deep-thinking, suicide-loving black-hearted weirdo X a fun-loving troublemaker who's addicted to cotton candy

A battle of wits between the high-IQ masterminds, king versus king.

Reader advisory: Bai Huahua is from a parallel world. OOC warning. Lots of original headcanons, and the logic isn't great. If you don't like that, don't read!

Theme: For the sake of freedom, everything can be cast aside