When Klein discovers that he has transmigrated into the world of Detective Conan...
A wild Beyonder with a full beard and gold-rimmed glasses catches a cheating couple and runs into Conan: "Hello, I'm Sherlock Moriarty, a detective."
A washing machine on wheels. Didn't expect that, did you? There's an alias even harder to make fun of than Conan Edogawa's.
A mad adventurer who kills on sight runs into Subaru Okiya: "Hello, I'm Gehrman Sparrow, a faceless man."
The FBI agent shivers for no apparent reason. Something's off. Has this guy seen through his disguise?
A trickster demonic wizard meets the evil spirit of the Red Angel and runs into Kid: "Hello, I'm Amon, a phantom thief."
Sugar-free, pitch-black bread screams.jpg.
An angel selling an automatic wish-granting machine meets Toru Amuro: "Hello, I'm Merlin Hermes, a miracle worker. Young man, is there any wish you'd like me to grant?"
The emperor of part-time jobs falls silent for a moment.
"Can you tell me where you really come from?"
Klein froze.
Above the gray fog, the Fool's tentacles gently tapped the bronze long table.
He knew these repeated transmigrations might be a scheme of the Celestial Worthy, but he couldn't stop himself from getting lost in them, even if this was only a fictional world of anime and manga. He simply couldn't... couldn't let go of his longing for home.
Theme: Little Klein should come home more often
