My name is Jiu Qian Nai. I'm a Grim Reaper of indeterminate age, stationed at the International Reaper Division, where I handle cross-border assignments.
Because I've been on the job for so long, I'm currently half-retired and half just lying flat. Then I received a new assignment from the Reaper Division: head to Sakura Country and investigate an abnormal spike in unnatural deaths.
Headquarters believes that at least 10% of the deaths there are connected to a child named "Conan," so they decided to send a senior Grim Reaper to go undercover by his side.
After a round of screening, headquarters ultimately chose me.
Me: "..."
I gave my supervisor a dangerous look.
My supervisor was under immense pressure, then quietly reassured me: Don't feel pressured. Just think of it as a vacation.
I reluctantly accepted.
And decided to follow my supervisor's instructions to the letter: enjoy my vacation.
Headquarters used a "memory-altering" spray made by Grim Reapers to alter the memories of the relevant people, then implanted my new identity into their minds.
And so, I smoothly became Kiana Fei, the long-lost eldest daughter of Kogoro Mouri.
Notes:
1. The male lead is Gin, and he may be out of character.
2. Lots of original settings, with a commitment to comedy.
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I Became a Grim Reaper in the Detective Conan World
Blurb:
My name is Honda Mingyue, codename Spirit. I'm a good-for-nothing member of the Black Organization who is dedicated to slacking off.
I'm useless. I'm not physically fit, I'm not smart, and I'm even worse with a gun.
Somehow, word got around that I scored a three-meter miss in the organization's 50-meter shooting test. Ever since then, I've been called the "master of outlining targets." I guess I'm just that useless.
But the boss likes me and treats me like the organization's mascot, so I happily coasted along for more than ten years.
Then I received a new assignment:
My new superior gets headaches every night, and the boss ordered me to help him.
But my new superior is very difficult to get along with. The worse his headache gets, the more irritable he becomes, and the more irritable he is, the more he picks on me.
Ah... I feel sorry that he gets headaches, I'm nervous when he's irritable, and when he picks on me, I just want to finish work early and get back to the organization to lie flat and slack off.
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Gin: "Spirit! Where are you shooting?!"
Oops, I accidentally shot my superior. Good thing he's quick on his feet and agile.
Gin: "You're in such terrible shape! Run 50 laps!"
Me: "..."
Gin: "Your shooting is awful! Take 300 shots at the target!"
Me: "..."
See? My new superior is totally picking on me!
Gin: "No dinner until you finish today's work!"
Damn it!
I'm done! I'm going on strike!!
Note:
1. The blurb is in first person, while the main story is in third person.
2. A commitment to comedy, though it may go off the rails.
3. No logic, lots of original settings.
Theme: Independence and self-reliance
