Genshin Player in the World of Detective Conan
Author: Jue Dai Xiao
Synopsis: Yin Kong had transmigrated, and he had transmigrated into the legendary Detective Conan World.
Beika was a grand stage—if you had the nerve, come on in.
And that was not all. This Tokyo had "a little" something "strange" about it—
Ghosts and monsters ran rampant, demons and fiends were everywhere, and the entire world was dancing with devils...
Fortunately, the Traveler System had transmigrated along with Yin Kong. Through wishes, he could obtain weapons and characters from Genshin Impact.
Unbreakable fortress! The tide, I have returned! Listen to the roar of the sun! The stars extinguish!
Shields freed up his hands, charged attacks connected to his brain, and spinning replaced thinking.
We were all struggling to live—
I'm trying this hard, so why the hell are you still alive?!
After rolling over one speed bump after another, Yin Kong suddenly noticed something strange:
Wait, why did quests reward Favorability?
Was this really a proper system?
This Tokyo Was a Little "Strange"
"Can you see it?"
"Can you see it?"
"Hey, hey, hey... you can see it, right?"
A massive black creature clung to the ceiling like a spider, bloated, grotesque, and bizarre.
Blood-red black light, like tangled veins, wrapped around its eight thick, razor-sharp legs, making it terrifying to behold.
Of course, the most eye-catching part of the monster was its abdomen, which was crammed full of densely packed heads.
Those heads still vaguely resembled human faces, but without exception, they had eight spider-like eyes and long, narrow fangs. Twisted and unnatural, they continuously let out maddening howls.
Some of them even dangled themselves from the ceiling like hanged ghosts from old legends, then questioned the customers below:
"You saw it, didn't you?"
Yin Kong was one such lucky customer.
These things seemed to have absolutely no concept of personal boundaries. Like social terrorists, they had shoved themselves right up in front of him.
At this distance, not only could Yin Kong clearly see those eight bloodthirsty scarlet eyes, he could even faintly smell the nauseating stench wafting from the monster's mouth.
Yet his face remained expressionless—or rather, he could only maintain an expressionless facade. Staring straight ahead at the young, adorable cashier, he said calmly:
After saying that, Yin Kong tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to force out a friendly smile.
Unfortunately, his stiff facial muscles made that "smile" look exceptionally kind.
Of course, kind in another sense of the word.
"Y-yes... yes!"
The young waitress was obviously frightened. Flustered, she handed him a card printed with the words "Beika Glutton King" and stammered an introduction:
"P-please... please wait over there after paying the fee. The competition still... still has half an hour before it starts."
To be fair, the girl's flustered appearance was rather cute.
That was, if Yin Kong could ignore the "little cutie" clinging to her and greeting him.
LV13. [Head Spider].
In fact, it was not just the young waitress. Nearly everywhere in the ramen shop, basin-sized human-faced spiders crawled around with creaking noises. Many of them swung back and forth on people like swings, creating an indescribably eerie and horrifying sight.
Yet aside from Yin Kong, everyone seemed utterly oblivious to the terrifying scene and continued about their own business.
Yin Kong kept his face taut and expressionless as he reached out—his hand passed straight through the horrifying head hovering before him as though it were an insubstantial phantom.
After receiving his entry ticket, Yin Kong turned without a hint of reluctance and hurried toward the waiting area.
Only after he left did the cashier finally let out a relieved breath and pat her chest in lingering fear.
For some reason, although Yin Kong did not look fierce at all and instead looked entirely like a frail academic, she had inexplicably felt an enormous pressure from him.
What the girl did not know was that beneath Yin Kong's expressionless face, his heart was beating even faster than hers.
Yin Kong, nineteen years old, was a transmigrator.
About two months ago, he had just shown his best friend what it meant to get a C6 Pyro Archon in one hundred and forty pulls, only to walk outside and encounter the legendary truck-samurai slash.
Then, in a daze, he had arrived in this familiar yet unfamiliar world.
The familiar part was that it was still Earth.
The unfamiliar part was that it was Tokyo in the 1990s.
Only after he happened to see a report titled <Great Detective Kudo Shinichi, Savior of the Tokyo Police> did he realize that he had most likely transmigrated into an anime called Detective Conan.
Fortunately, the Traveler System had transmigrated along with him.
Most of its functions were practically identical to those in Genshin Impact.
Although some functions had changed slightly, overall, as long as he completed quests, he could obtain Primogems and then wish for weapons and characters through the gacha.
If this had been an ordinary Detective Conan World, Yin Kong would probably have completely given up on striving already.
Unfortunately, the Tokyo he had transmigrated into was genuinely a little too strange.
Yes, strange in the literal sense of having "a little" something "strange" about it.
Whether among skyscrapers or in streets and alleys, grotesque ghosts and monsters that resembled legendary demons wandered everywhere.
The good news was that while these monsters looked incredibly terrifying, they apparently could not harm humans.
And ordinary people in this world seemed completely unaware of their existence.
Even if someone accidentally bumped into one of those ghosts, they would pass through it like a phantom without feeling a thing, as if they existed in two entirely parallel worlds.
The bad news was that Yin Kong was not one of them.
From beginning to end, these ghosts had only repeated the same thing.
"Can you see it?"
"You saw it!"
"Can you see me?"
Yin Kong had already lost count of how many times he had heard similar questions during this period.
His intuition told him that these ghosts' obsession with the answer could not possibly be meaningless.
Perhaps once someone responded, it would be equivalent to granting them the right to attack that person?
However, pretending to be an ordinary person was clearly no easy task.
Only after stepping out from beneath the shadow of the giant spider did Yin Kong finally get the chance to let out a breath and raise a hand to rub his stiff facial muscles.
Those horrifying heads seemed to fly around only near the cashier's counter. Human-faced spiders still crawled around here as well, but at least they were within the range he could deal with calmly.
Yet even as he relaxed, the unease in Yin Kong's heart did not completely fade.
Maybe it was just his imagination, but were these ghosts' levels getting higher and higher?
In games, when a player character's level was too low, a monster's name would turn a particularly glaring blood red, warning players not to casually challenge enemies they could not defeat.
Yin Kong clearly remembered that when he had first transmigrated into this world, nearly every monster he saw had a large blood-red label above its head.
At the time, though, those ghosts had generally only been around level fifteen.
Their sizes had also mostly been about the same as these [Head Spiders].
Only a very small number of humanoid ghosts could exceed level twenty.
But now, he found that he seemed to encounter humanoid monsters more and more frequently.
There were even gigantic ghosts like the one currently perched on the roof, which looked capable of biting half his body to pieces in a single mouthful.
The monster called [Shadow Spider Queen] was no smaller than the truck that had sent Yin Kong into this world.
Its level had reached an unprecedented thirty-eight!
Looking at the pitiful level nine on his character panel, it was hard for Yin Kong not to feel the urge to turn around and run.
A Chance Encounter
Running away might be shameful, but it worked.
Yin Kong wanted to say that, but when he thought of the little one at home who was "crying to be fed," he could only calm himself and start looking for a seat in the waiting area.
Living in Tokyo was not easy.
There were still half an hour before the competition began, but the waiting area was already nearly full.
Still, that was hardly surprising. The prize money was a full three hundred thousand yen, after all.
For a street competition, that was more than enticing enough.
With a single glance, Yin Kong spotted four or five "heavyweight" contestants whose arms were thicker than his thighs.
Of course, there were even more ordinary customers like him, unremarkable people who seemed to be here merely for the fun of it.
Soon, Yin Kong noticed a particularly special contestant.
She was a long-haired girl of exceptional beauty and extraordinary temperament.
She sat alone at a table for two in the corner, resting her cheek on one hand as she quietly gazed out the window.
Her jet-black hair fell like a waterfall, and her face was as delicate as a doll's. A faint sorrow flickered within her pair of crystal-clear, ruby-like eyes, as though she were waiting for someone she could confide in.
"Why would someone like that enter an eating contest?"
Yet Yin Kong was not drawn in by the picture-perfect beauty before him. Instead, an indescribable sense of strangeness and discord rose in his heart.
A graceful, quiet girl like her should have been in a library or café, not in this loud and bustling ramen shop.
Of course, the doubt passed in an instant. Yin Kong soon shook his head, with no intention of meddling in other people's affairs.
"Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"
At the four-person table Yin Kong had found sat a young man and woman.
Upon hearing his question, the dark-skinned young man quickly stood and said:
"No, no. Please, make yourself comfortable."
He looked to be around twenty-five. His appearance was ordinary, but his eyes were remarkably clear, making him easy to like.
Compared to him, the woman seated across from him was much more striking.
Not only was she beautiful, there was also a sharp, commanding air between her brows.
Though she was still far less dazzling and eye-catching than the long-haired girl in the corner, she was memorable enough.
Most importantly, the area around the two of them was relatively clean, without any human-faced spiders clinging to them. That was the fundamental reason Yin Kong had chosen to share their table.
Seeing Yin Kong sit beside him, the young man immediately introduced himself:
"My name is Takagi Wataru. Are you here for the eating contest too, man?"
Officer Takagi from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department? Inspector Megure's Takagi?
Yin Kong paused, then studied the ordinary-looking young man before him for several seconds before finally matching him with the Officer Takagi from his memories.
Sure enough, after going from two dimensions to three, these characters' appearances had changed considerably.
Unless it was in a particular setting, it was still somewhat difficult for him to recognize them at a glance—especially Officer Takagi, who had already been a rather generic-looking character.
But since this was Takagi, the woman seated opposite him naturally had to be—
"Sato Miwako. Nice to meet you."
Noticing Yin Kong's gaze, the "flower of the Metropolitan Police Department" gave him a polite smile.
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