Chapter 1

[No romance] "(Crossover fanfiction) After I Bound the

Beautiful, Powerful, and Tragic

System

" by Weimu Denghuo [Complete + extras]

Synopsis:

Kamiki Yūhaku was an ordinary corporate drone whose greatest wish was to earn enough money to retire early.

Then he died in a car accident and woke up to find that he had bound a half-finished Beautiful, Powerful, and Tragic System.

Looking at the character profiles on the wheel, with their missing limbs and vague keywords, Kamiki Yūhaku nearly blacked out.

The process was dangerous, the conditions demanding. There were no character backgrounds, much less any system compatibility, only setting templates. But as long as he completed every character profile, he could come back to life.

Kamiki Yūhaku was delighted. They were just half-finished beautiful, powerful, and tragic character profiles, weren't they? He could do it!

[Artificial Ability User] [Complete]

In the White Kirin's fog, a haggard white-haired young man slit his wrist and nourished his ability with his blood. Everyone watched in surprise as blood dripped from his fingertips.

"This isn't my own ability. It's only natural that I have to pay a price to use it."

The detective agency members: Somehow, the way he uses that ability seems familiar.

[Nonhuman Jujutsu Sorcerer] [Complete]

At Tokyo Jujutsu High, a young teacher so pale he hardly looked human wrote his name on the blackboard. Everyone stared fixedly at the chains winding out of his arm.

"You're interested in this? But it's only a punishment for nonhumans."

The Jujutsu High crowd: Could he be a Cursed Corpse too?

[Autistic Detective] [Complete]

At a crime scene, a boy kept his head lowered, staring intently at the damaged floor and tracing its patterns over and over with his pale fingertips. Everyone looked at the boy, who seemed so out of place at the scene, then cast questioning glances at the person who had brought him.

"Although I don't believe it myself, he's that famous boy detective."

Mouri: Since when were detective brats so common?

There were also [Mechanical Lifeform], [Powerless King], [Atavistic Half-Demon]...

Kamiki Yūhaku, who played his roles perfectly, said: I'm just an ordinary person doing my best to stay alive.

[An atypical

alternate-identity

story, with all-original character profiles]

Content tags: Crossover, Bungou Stray Dogs,

Jujutsu Kaisen,

alternate identities

Search keywords: Protagonist: Kamiki Yūhaku ┃ Supporting characters: . ┃ Other: .

One-line summary: It wasn't acting; each was a life.

Theme: Everyone has a responsibility to cherish life.

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One day, Kamiki Yūhaku transmigrated and found that he had bound a half-finished Beautiful, Powerful, and Tragic System. Looking at the character profiles on the wheel, with their missing limbs and vague keywords, he nearly blacked out. The process was dangerous, the conditions demanding. There were no character backgrounds, much less any system compatibility, only setting templates. Fortunately, as long as he completed every character profile, he could come back to life. They were just half-finished beautiful, powerful, and tragic character profiles, weren't they? He could do it! This story has a brisk pace, a flowing plot, and vivid characters. The protagonist is abruptly thrust from an ordinary life into different lives, enduring hardship after hardship without ever abandoning himself. Instead, he bravely fights against fate and ultimately becomes who he is, bringing readers one heart-wrenching and moving experience after another.

Chapter 1

"Once you bind the system, there's no turning back. Are you sure you want to bind it, Host?"

"I'm sure."

"Won't you think it over? This isn't just a matter of putting on another shell. It's a real life."

"No need. If this can bring me back to life, of course I want to try."

"Understood." The white orb emitted a soft white glow. "Bound to host Kamiki Yūhaku."

"Loading character profile. [Artificial Ability User] bound."

Yokohama was a metropolis, filled everywhere with busy crowds. It was said to be a gathering place for Japan's ability users, with convenient transportation in all directions. All kinds of people could be seen here. The city accommodated everything, from the mafia and the military police who maintained order to a detective agency that accepted any commission.

At the same time, Yokohama had a slum, a lawless area where murderers evading capture and impoverished people who couldn't afford to eat gathered. It was only natural for a few troublesome hoodlums and mafiosi to emerge from it.

That was Yokohama, a city with room for every kind of person.

Kamiki Yūhaku was quite satisfied with the city. His only question was why everyone in it looked different. In the crowd hurrying around outside, for instance, some people wore high heels and sleeveless dresses, some wore thick overcoats, and others had simply thrown on a T-shirt. It was as if each person were experiencing a different season.

Rising from the bench, Kamiki Yūhaku loosened his body, stiff from sleep, and picked the fallen leaves off himself. Only then did he slowly stand up and stretch.

"I'm so stiff." Kamiki Yūhaku stretched his body vigorously.

"Hey, what are you still doing here?" a voice called from beside him.

Kamiki Yūhaku blinked and lowered his hands to look over. A military policeman jogged up to him. "Didn't you get the evacuation warning? Get out of here, quickly."

"Evacuation warning?"

Kamiki Yūhaku fished his phone out of his pocket. It had been used for a long time and looked very battered. He pressed the power button a few times, only to find that the screen wouldn't light up at all. He gave it a couple of hard shakes, but that didn't help either. He couldn't tell whether it was broken or out of power.

The military policeman sighed and patted Kamiki Yūhaku on the shoulder. "In any case, hurry and evacuate. We're running out of time."

"Okay." Kamiki Yūhaku smiled, looking shy and gentle. "Thank you, officer. I'll go right now."

Kamiki Yūhaku tucked the phone back into his pocket and started walking. Just then, a bird swooped down from the sky. He held out his arm with practiced ease, and it landed on him. The military policeman behind him frowned slightly at the bird, because it was neither a parrot nor a pet bird, but a pitch-black crow.

"Little Crow, you're back." Kamiki Yūhaku played with the crow on his arm. "Are you hungry? Want something to eat?"

Watching Kamiki Yūhaku walk farther and farther away, the military policeman finally remembered his duties. He hurriedly switched on his headset and reported in.

"Reporting in. All personnel have been evacuated from the port's northern district. Mission complete."

"Everyone in the eastern district has been evacuated too."

"Confirmed that all personnel have been evacuated from the southern and western districts."

The overall commander, Ango Sakaguchi, nodded. "Well done. Everyone, evacuate the area now and await further orders."

"Yes, sir!"

The military policeman switched off his headset and rejoined his squad. He had been dispatched to help, and some people in the squad were from the local precinct. Unable to contain his curiosity, he struck up a conversation with the person beside him.

"Do you know the guy over there with a crow?"

"A crow? You mean Mr. Kamiki?" Someone nearby actually did know him. "He seems to be a drifter. He came to Yokohama a month ago. He has no fixed address or regular place of work, and he usually sleeps on a bench in the park. He keeps a crow and lets it fly around freely."

"He's a drifter?!" The military policeman's eyes widened in surprise. "I thought his clothes were pretty nice. He didn't look like someone without money."

"Who knows? Maybe he just likes the wandering life." The local military policeman spread his hands. "He's always wandering around here, and he sleeps on a park bench at night. He's mild-mannered and easy to talk to, so nobody pays much attention to where he came from. Yokohama has all kinds of people, after all. One more hardly matters."

The military policeman nodded. "That's true."

Still, he had only ever met that one person who kept a crow.

Meanwhile, Kamiki Yūhaku wandered into a temporary shelter with the bird on his arm. It was full of people who looked fairly calm. Though they didn't know what had happened yet, they were more or less used to it. Disasters were all too common in Yokohama.

Earthquakes and the like were one thing, since those were natural disasters. When they were caught up in fights between ability users, as they were now, all they could do besides resent it was try to get used to it.

It had been the same during the Dragon Head War five years ago. Ordinary people could only huddle fearfully in their homes or shelters, hoping the war would end soon.

Kamiki Yūhaku found an empty spot and sat down without concern for the clumps of dust collecting on his black coat. He was absorbed in playing with the crow on his arm, occasionally fishing a little bird feed out of his pocket to give it.

The crow flapped its wings. The two were perfectly at ease with each other, yet completely out of place among the people around them.

Kamiki Yūhaku didn't care, as though he were absorbed in another world.

The people around him looked at him strangely, but Kamiki Yūhaku was quiet, and the crow hadn't made a sound. They didn't even have a reason to speak up.

Just then, a shrill voice rang out. A woman was crying as she shook a child by the shoulders.

"Where's Asaka?" the woman screamed hysterically. "Where did you leave her?!"

The child she was shaking was so frightened that he burst into tears. He sobbed, too scared to answer.

"Where's my Asaka?"

"What are you doing?!" The child's father noticed and rushed over, pushing the woman away and shielding his child. "He's just a child!"

"My daughter was playing with him, and now he's the only one here! Where did my child go?!" the woman shouted. "Where's my daughter?"

The man froze, then looked down at the crying boy. "Where's the little girl you were playing with?"

"I don't know," the boy answered quietly between sobs. "We were playing hide-and-seek, but the others suggested that we all leave while she was looking for us, so she wouldn't be able to find us. So we all left. I don't know where she is. Boo-hoo, I'm sorry, Dad."

At those words, the woman's face turned deathly pale. Clutching her chest, she immediately rushed outside. The people around them had also heard what happened and were casting occasional glances their way, their eyes filled with gossip and reproach. The man clenched his hands tightly. He was just about to leave the child with his mother and go after the woman to see what was happening when someone stopped him.