Sickly Older Brother Simulator

The bittersweet love and hate between a gentle older brother and his younger brothers Bonus chapters in progress... Feel free to visit my homepage for upcoming novels! Next fanfic: After Becoming Gojo’s Younger Brother, I’m a Green Tea [Contains lots of headcanons. The timeline is scrambled (important!), and I’m not aiming for historical accuracy.] When Yayoi lost consciousness on the operating table, he couldn’t say what exactly was on his mind. Perhaps he was worried that his younger brother was still an inexperienced young detective, or perhaps he was thinking of his friend, who was still studying at the police academy. His body had reached its limit. He’d been struggling to live this long, and maybe he should be satisfied. [Welcome to the Frail Older Brother Simulator!] ...Huh? [Are you dissatisfied with your frail body? Do you regret the life you’ve lived? Bind to the Frail Older Brother Simulator, collect bond points, and let us take you back to the pinnacle of life!] No matter how you look at it, this sounds way too much like a third-rate TV commercial. But if he’d been given another chance, he had to seize it and do his best, except... Why are all the younger brothers he’s transmigrated to meet so strange?! [The Demon’s Treasure] The four-armed demon washes the blood from his body, wraps his arms around his older brother, and catches the ear of the person in his embrace between his lips. Yayoi: “...Bad Sukuna, you’re all grown up and still acting spoiled.” The person who had once found a little monster with four arms in the snow is breathing more and more faintly. Sukuna catches the faint scent of soap on Yayoi’s body and smiles where his older brother can’t see. He never learned the goodbyes and separations his older brother taught him. If someone dares to get involved with him, they can forget about ever leaving. Later, his frail older brother stands before hundreds of jujutsu sorcerers and strokes his temple one last time. “From now on... take good care of yourself...” The King of Curses holds his older brother’s corpse. That night, the Three Great Families are awash in blood. [A Leader’s Love] Dazai still remembers the first time he met this older brother years ago. Yayoi took a marshmallow from his pocket and quietly slipped it into his mouth. “Cowards are so afraid of happiness that even cotton hurts them.” But this time, Yayoi smiles and holds out his hand. “Let’s go. We’re running away.” Dazai knows he should stop his older brother. Only the Tsushima family can properly care for his delicate body. But he can’t refuse the person smiling beneath the moonlight. Later, a ghastly red flower blooms on Tsushima Yayoi’s chest. No matter what he does, the Port Mafia’s youngest executive can’t stop the blood gushing out. “Take Oda Sakunosuke and leave... Don’t be afraid...” The youngest executive in Port Mafia history defects. [The Divine Child’s Salvation] The divine child of the Gojo family curls up in his older brother’s arms. This stepbrother, who has been by his side since childhood, is frail and gentle. But the young Six Eyes of the Gojo family thinks that it doesn’t matter if his brother is frail. He’s the strongest, so he can protect him and keep him by his side forever. But through a blood-obscured field of vision, the Heavenly Restriction Tyrant walks step by step toward the older brother who was once the most vulnerable person in his life. Pain spreads through his brain. Brother, I’ve learned Reverse Cursed Technique. Gojo Yayoi’s long hair is stained with blood, and the color slowly fades from his eyes. “Gojo has always... been amazing...” His brother’s hand slips from his face. Even the owner of the Azure Eyes has things he can’t do. The divine child finally grows into the strongest in the jujutsu world. He simply stops speaking of his beloved older brother. After completing the mission perfectly, Yayoi finally returns to the modern world with a healthy body. But before he can even breathe in the fresh air A pink-haired boy stares at him with a maniacal grin. The Armed Detective Agency’s strategist quietly cuffs his wrist, while the strongest in the jujutsu world takes off his glasses, sapphire-blue eyes brimming with tears and obsession. Wait, wait System, you didn’t tell me I’d have to provide aftercare too! P.S. 1. Some out-of-character moments are inevitable. 2. The protagonist is genuinely gentle. He also gives in and acts spoiled with his younger brothers. He’s a kind-hearted darling. 3. The protagonist has no special abilities at first. He gradually gains some abilities, but they’re not powerful. If you like protagonists who grow strong and get cheat abilities, this may not be for you. 4. Harem drama guaranteed. A beloved older brother, with the younger brothers among his many admirers, but not the only ones. 5. The younger brothers aren’t blood-related. Again: not related, not related, NOT related!!! 6. Please respect my trashy tastes. I love seeing a frail, gentle older brother coveted by his younger brothers. If you’re not into that, please don’t come yell at me. I’m fragile (wipes away tears). 7. Pairing undecided. Upcoming Novel When Can the Moonlight Return to Retirement? If you had to name someone in the cultivation world who embodies the words “clear breeze and bright moon,” ninety percent of cultivators would pick Hua Fangyun without hesitation. The other ten percent would pick Hua Fangyun after a moment’s thought. Eighty years ago, Hua Fangyun sealed an ancient horned lizard beneath an icy spring with a divine sword strike, saving thousands of cultivators across the cultivation world. He also saved the people of fourteen cities single-handedly. No one can forget that fleeting glimpse beneath the bright moon on a snowy night eighty years ago. Even fewer can forget that after this strike, Hua Fangyun, the cultivation world’s universally acknowledged most gifted sword cultivator, turned white-haired overnight and was left gravely wounded and close to death. A pity. = A pity that my retirement had only just begun. Hello, I’m Hua Fangyun, an outstanding employee of the Transmigration Bureau, currently a wage slave who should have retired. Eighty years ago, I finally ended my cultivation-world wage-slave life, working from five in the morning until ten at night. With a single sword strike, I cut short an ancient horned lizard’s childish dream of ruling the world, and also cut open the door to the beautiful retirement I’d earned by completing my work and withdrawing from the world. My departure was a little messy, leaving my Demon Lord junior brother and my fellow sect members with deep psychological scars, but all in all, life was pretty good. During these eighty years of retirement, my old wounds never healed, but I stayed in my cave abode, enjoying the games and snacks air-freighted by the Transmigration Bureau. I had money and free time. I was happy and content. But life is full of surprises. My former boss suddenly shows up in tears and tells me the world I just saved is in trouble again, and I have to come out of retirement. Me: ...? You mean me, the one everyone currently sees as disabled, frail, stripped of cultivation, and delicate to the point of breaking? Haha. I’m doomed! = “Eighty years ago, he was a spirited young man who saved tens of thousands of people in fourteen cities with a single sword strike. Eighty years later, he is sickly and frail, yet can still uphold the righteous path. His elegance is unparalleled.” The storyteller clears his throat. “This tale begins the first time the Immortal Venerable appeared after his grave injuries, when he took the future Demon King as his disciple, ” = * Fake-angst imagining. The angst is all a fake-out. The protagonist is injured but actually very strong, and not as miserable as everyone thinks. * Frail beauty, universally adored. * The protagonist is the cultivation world’s number one moonlight. He never drops his Transmigration Bureau secret identity. * And the protagonist really does want to retire. Who wouldn’t? Theme: For a better life