[Detective Conan] The Player Backstabbed by the Dice

I'm an ordinary codename-wielding member of a black organization, but my real identity is that of a gamer. I'm 20 years old and live in the villa district of Beika Town's 2-chome. Whenever I go on a mission, I roll dice to decide whether to do my job properly. I don't smoke or drink, and even the System says I'm healthy.

All I want to say is, my dream is simple: take over and become the boss of the organization. I rely on my external brain to give me cheats, so I never care about winning or losing. I'm a contented person like that, because the Dice Goddess will take care of everything.

Amen!

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Scotch: ...Is that why you drove my car into a tree?

Me: But I failed my driving check.

Bourbon: Is that why you said you'd disguise yourself to infiltrate the mission, but ended up sneaking in as yourself and nearly getting caught?

Me: But I failed my disguise check.

Matsuda: Is that why you gave the suspect a concussion?

Me: But I... Oh, I did that one myself.

Me: But he blew up my house!

God of Dice, external brain, System: Sure.

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[The main quest is to become the organization's boss and reach the pinnacle of life.]

1. First-person, no romance, joke-filled outline in an Anko style

2. The System is an old acquaintance

3. Real deal

4. This story has nothing to do with tabletop role-playing. I just hand the dice girl the power to decide things sometimes for dramatic effect. (I also rolled up a character sheet, with randomly assigned stats.)

5. Don't nitpick the details. I just care about having fun writing, and updates will come whenever.

Theme: Games should be fun, of course