The Six-Eyed Divine Child Stumbles into the Bungo Stray Dogs Set

[Recommending the Upcoming Novel Gotham Wednesday]

A black witch's book, shimmering with a dark light, disrupts the decaying boarding-school life she is about to enter. A hazy mist rises, a bizarre hourglass turns, and a new alarm bell rings. Where does the truth lie beneath the gloom?

Hourglasses, witch's books... looms, truth. Every puzzle twists and turns, its fragments scattered through chaos. In the end, they converge into a dark shadow, coiling overhead. A serpent's tongue brushes against her ear. Who laid this conspiracy?

A girl's childish voice hums a tune in the darkness:

When a paradox appears, there must be a sacrifice.

The first mystery Wednesday encountered in this world disappointed her completely. It was bait laid by an arrogant man to satisfy himself.

She looked at the little thing that had already stepped into the trap and told him to turn back before it was too late.

"You've fallen for a destructive reward set by an aesthetically challenged green question mark. Its purpose isn't to give you a sense of fulfillment, but to feed on your frustration when you can't solve the problem, letting it gloat and fill its own hollow emptiness."

She walked over and kicked the Riddler's trophy into a nearby trash heap, then turned to the little thing. "Now that's the most destructive way to solve it."

"You abandoned your true self, the nature shaped by suffering."

Wednesday walked toward the Joker, who lay on the ground, stunned.

"You've become boring, dry, and one-dimensional, existing in this world only as a formalistic puppet driven by 'chaos.' Every breath you take is a demon's mercy. You've never taken up any of the world's resources, because you don't exist at all."

"You're small, pathetic, and empty, without a self, a walking corpse. You're more boring than the rot in any corner of the world."

"Shut up! That's not me!" the Joker shrieked.

She held her black umbrella against the Joker's neck.

"Who are you? A puppet trapped on a fixed path, too fragile to ever break free, or a vermin the world should have erased?"

A streak of darkness tinged with blood red gradually spread, rushing outward with the speed of a predator devouring its prey. It writhed and twisted, and an unparalleled sense of terror grew from within.

A shadow fell over the blood-red hue of this swelling, alien presence. The space turned dark red, as though poison had seeped into the blood, and the darkness slowly took shape.

First, a deathly pale face wearing a metal-spiked eye mask appeared before everyone. Then one twisted figure after another emerged, and the Dark Batmen stepped out from behind him.

They were shrouded in darkness. No, they were spreading the darkness.

The Batman Who Laughs spread his arms. His red, torn mouth widened in Wednesday's vision as he murmured in a twisted, shrill voice, "Do you still think this is a dream?"

Novel blurb:

Asakura Kiyora felt himself falling, but in the opposite direction from the bottom of the cliff.

So he realized he was dreaming again.

It wasn't his first lucid dream. Dangerous situations like this were practically routine for him.

After all, even when faced with a monster's gaping maw in a dream, he could calmly tell himself it wasn't real, then tear it apart with his bare hands.

But... something seemed wrong!?

Why was the cliff in the sky fake, but the fall real!?

The world before his eyes seemed to have changed, and yet it also seemed just as it had always been.

In his eyes, in his world, every particle was clearly visible, like dust drifting through the air in his memories. They danced with the wind and slept beside everything around them.

Asakura Kiyora opened his eyes and observed his surroundings in every direction. His rapidly working brain reached a conclusion: he had fallen from the third dimension into the second!

Then he frowned slightly, picking up on a sense of deja vu. If he didn't have the Six Eyes from the Jujutsu world, he'd have thought this was the Slum of the Dead in the Bungo Stray Dogs world. Haha.

Hmm... no, wait. Could this really be the Slum of the Dead?

Seeing a flash of red light in the distance, the white-haired boy was briefly taken aback, something unusual for him.

...So, did he end up in the wrong series?

When

ink-black seeped into the eyes,

curses devoured the world,

the dead opened their eyes,

a traveler from another world appeared for a fleeting moment,

black threads cast ghostly shadows,

and an uncanny web spread its arms in welcome.

The mastermind behind the scenes curled his lips and pushed another black piece forward.

Could the conspiracy shrouding the world ever be broken...

Stay tuned.

★

1. It's impossible to end up in the wrong series. We'll eventually find out what is really going on.

2. You can think of it as someone cosplaying his original character, Gojo, transmigrating into Bungo Stray Dogs (?). You'll understand why there's a question mark once you read the story.

3. The protagonist's personality undergoes a transition, and that transition is a foreshadowing. (Important)

4. The main focus is Bungo Stray Dogs, with Jujutsu Kaisen running throughout the story, plus some Detective Conan.

5. Everything connects, piece by piece.

6. This is a world that will eventually have a happy ending.

Theme: The strongest isn't an individual, but the bonds between people.