Are You a Younger Brother Today?

Enter v on 12.2, Tuitui is updating the advance collection of "My Brother's Name is Model Worker 007", "My Original Pill I Make the Choice" and other advance collections of columns~ Attention! ! ! Chapters 11 to 41 have all been replaced with new plots, don't miss it~] I burned myself to save my beloved brother. The Foundation of the World gave me a job: to travel to the worlds and become "their" little brother. In Yokohama, I became the proof of the humanity of the Aragami at the cost of my life. Mihua, I said to the famous detective: "I come from a parallel world where you exist, where I am your brother." Yahara, that gentle demon slayer looked at me who looked similar to him, and his hands were trembling. Bingsheng, I spent my last time growing up with that future leader. I am Shizhu Duoduo, a short-lived miracle, a younger brother who will eventually leave. My existence is only to shine a warm and sad light in their lives. Version 2 Thank you for the invitation. I just came back to life. I am in a different world and my occupation is younger brother. However, this job is a bit life-consuming: the □□ line blocks the knife for my brother's best friend, the rice flower line has no witness for physics, the monster line is a limited-time experience card, and the tutor line has no future version. The pie painted by the boss (world consciousness) is very delicious, but every time I leave my job (escape from death) it is quite sad. This is a bad shift, can I apply for a work-related injury? #I am also working hard for Happy Ending today# [Advance collection] "My Brother's Name is Model Worker 007" My name is Kurosawa, and my organization code is Volga. My brother is a gin, a model worker in an organization. I see him working so hard every day, and I feel that this organization needs jujube pills. My dream: to organize an explosion on the spot and my brother to take me home. My action: use the organization's money to dismantle the organization and let my brother get off work early. As a result, I became the most beautiful kid in the organization: the highest mission funding, the thickest mission report, and the greatest mission sequelae. The one-eyed old man regarded me as a thorn in his side, and the old witch called me a little bastard. My brother was the only one who looked at the "Organizational Demolition Plan" I handed over and silently lowered the brim of his hat: "... It's up to you." My undercover police partner doubts life every day. He watched me turn the organization upside down while calling "brother" sweetly, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Where are you from?" I blinked and threw him a candy: "What do you think?" Concept: Only emotions and bonds are the eternal coordinates that illuminate the way home.