The Immortal Matsuda’s Second-Round Struggle

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Matsuda, 26 years old, theoretically deceased in the line of duty.

The reason I say [theoretically] is rather complicated.

In the instant before the explosion, Matsuda thought about many things. He was glad he might get to see his childhood friend again.

As it turned out, he couldn't see him at all.

Not only that, Matsuda learned from a strange ball of light that called itself the [System] that he was the only spirit to escape the warped source of the world. His fellow officers would soon die one after another, like performers rushing from one venue to the next, and the last one left alive would have to visit their graves in turn. None of them would be able to find peace until the world's source was corrected.

The only way to correct the world was to eradicate the Black Organization completely. So, to save his fellow officers' souls and, while he was at it, save the world,

Matsuda took the [System] 's advice and set out on the path to being reborn in a second life.

Except…

“Hey, System, this is clearly just a mindless zombie. How does this count as being reborn?”

“Can't be helped. Although the timeline has jumped back to the past, your spirit still bears the mark of having died, so the world's consciousness thinks you're dead. It's perfectly reasonable. And by the way, ‘undead’ sounds cooler than ‘zombie,’ don't you think?”

“Who cares what you think!”

Anyway, this is the bumpy, hard-fought life of Matsuda, an undead member of the Black Organization.

A preview of my upcoming story, "The Poor Kudo's Journey Through Parallel Universes"

Kudo: a high school student, orphaned, penniless.

One day, he opened the door of his corrugated-metal shack and found himself in a parallel universe. He even ran into his counterpart there.

That version of him seemed completely different, as if he had everything. He was just a little younger, and, oh, he'd changed his name to Conan.

They both thought it was just a chance meeting between people from parallel worlds.

They never imagined the shack would become a permanent passage to the parallel universe.

As they visited each other's worlds more and more often,

they gradually realized that the other was a miracle, one capable of making up for what their own worlds had lost.

Young Kudo: a part-time detective from the slums, a god of odd jobs, a top student struggling toward the entrance exams for Tokyo University, the big brother to three children from an orphanage, an orphan whose parents are both dead…

The shack is too small to fit this many people.

Conan: Do you really have to be this frugal? You don't even have a washing machine.

Kudo: I'm the washing machine in my house.

In short, this is a boisterous, heartwarming story of family and friendship, with plenty of banter, as the characters travel between two parallel universes.

Theme: Love life, and never give up hope of living