There are so many geniuses in the anime compilation! What's wrong with me joining?

So many geniuses in the multiverse! What's one more with me?

Author: White Album No Album

Synopsis:

As everyone knows, you can't survive in the multiverse without some talent!

Every day you meet either straight-A students who score perfectly without trying, or "ordinary" high school students worth billions;

Bestselling authors and national idols are knocking on your door daily; music prodigies are as common as stray dogs!

How are ordinary people supposed to live in a world like this!

"Oh, I'm not ordinary either? Never mind then!"

Although he didn't have a system to help him, Sakurakoji Talent was born with a family background, talent, looks, and parents that most protagonists could only dream of.

The only problem...

"Starting with debuffs right out of the womb, what's that supposed to mean? Can I even live to 20?"

"There are so many geniuses in the multiverse, why are you all fixated on me?!"

Towards the constantly appearing Yamada Ryo, Hoshino Ai, Kawaragi Momoka, Hiratsuka Shizuka, Sakurajima Mai...

He looked at them with disdain, "Hmph, looking at them is like looking in a mirror."

"Hmm? I can cure my illness by interacting with them? Then I have no choice but to go!"

"You know, I don't have the intention of being a scumbag subjectively, but objectively, that might be the case."

"A love triangle? That's a bit dangerous. I wonder if cross-dressing and creating an alt account could help me share the burden."

"My XX girlfriends who super-duper-duper like me?"

Volume 1: The Butterfly-Attracting Daily Life: Chapter 1: I'm Perfect, But I'm Sick

Inside a manor villa in New York.

A young girl, wearing a Japanese-style skirt printed with cherry blossoms, with a pair of symmetrical ahoge on her forehead and long black hair cascading down her back, tied into two ponytails on either side, stopped in front of a certain room, which was her destination.

She clasped her hands to her chest, took a deep breath, and then gently knocked on the dark solid wood door in front of her.

"Elder Brother, it's Ashiri. May I come in now?"

Without waiting long, a faint muffled response came from inside the door.

"Ashiri, come in."

"Yes, I'm coming in."

Turning the handle, Ashiri, feeling a little nervous, slowly pushed open the door to this Demon King's castle.

The dark energy of the Demon King's castle instantly surged out, swallowing her and the surrounding air, quickly separating them from the bright three thousand worlds outside. Dim candlelight flickered before her eyes, like soul flames that shook the heart.

A coldness that felt almost tangible clung to her body, making her delicate frame tremble and shiver involuntarily. She seemed to hear the hoarse cries of crows in her ears, as if welcoming her arrival.

One step difference, and it felt like two worlds.

Ashiri hugged her arms, seeking a little warmth, then puffed out her cheeks and walked into this Demon King's castle that struck fear into countless people, skillfully slapping her hand on the wall.

Smack!

The dark energy was instantly swept away by the Goddess of Light, revealing the messy space inside. The spacious bed only occupied a corner in the center of the room, surrounded by wardrobes, chairs, sofas, a large vertical electronic display, and a bookshelf filling one wall with a workbench a person wide in front of it.

Numerous pages filled with extensive content were scattered on the workbench and the floor, trampled upon mercilessly.

The resident of the Demon King's castle was clearly not accustomed to the sudden light.

"Ah! My eyes! My eyes!"

A figure in front of the workbench covered their eyes and wailed, their originally pleasant voice becoming sharp and piercing, as if they had suffered a massive attack.

The maids cleaning up fallen leaves in the garden heard the commotion, exchanged glances, and smiled with unspoken understanding.

"Elder Brother, how many times have I told you, working in a dark environment is bad for your eyes."

"I think your act of suddenly turning on the main light is what's bad for my eyes!"

The owner of the room, Sakurakoji Talent, rubbed his clear red pupils, his expression resentful, and complained to his full-blooded sister.

"That's also your fault for not regretting it even after I've told you so many times."

"I did turn on the desk lamp?"

"It's precisely because you only turned on the desk lamp that I said it was bad for your eyes."

Sakurakoji Ashiri crouched down, picked up the scattered "trash" from the floor, organized it, and placed it neatly on the workbench. She then packed up the waste that had indeed become trash and threw it into the trash can.

"And why don't you turn on the heater when you work every time? You'll really catch a cold like this."

The flickering soul fire was none other than the Artemide desk lamp placed on the workbench; the tangible cold was due to the winter current invading because the window was left open.

"Isn't it good? Immersing oneself in nature, coexisting with nature, that's how one creates excellent works. Plus, you can hear the calls of migratory birds returning in spring, it's beautiful, isn't it?"

"But I only heard the cawing of crows, and it's January, spring is still some time away."

"Ah, no wonder it sounded so awful. It really put me in a bad mood."

"..."

Sakurakoji Ashiri closed the open window, turned on the heater, and looked helplessly at her older brother. He was perfect in every way, except for his personality and way of thinking, which seemed a bit abnormal.

People often said that artists were a group made up of perverts and homosexuals, but compared to him, even her parents and uncle seemed like normal people.

After a long pause, Ashiri spoke with a hint of regret.

"Is it Brother today?"

"Mm, I'm in that kind of mood today."

"What a pity."

"Hey, hey, my dear little sister, can you not have such a different attitude towards the two of us? It'll hurt my feelings, it really will!"

Sakurakoji Talent expressed his dissatisfaction with his sister, while his peripheral vision caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror beside him.

A peerlessly beautiful, androgynous figure was sneakily glancing at him, with two ahoge strands falling over his forehead, just like Ashiri's.

Snow-white hair cascaded down to his hips, and pure crimson eyes reflected everything in the world. A neat suit clung to his slightly slender frame, yet it didn't look bulky at all. Anyone who saw him would think he was a graceful nobleman.

He had been in this world for over a decade. Although his previous life had been a disastrous start with a hasty end.

He had a gambling-addicted father, a promiscuous mother, a wayward sister, and a broken home. After twenty years of struggle, he finally got into a good university, found a good job, and then died suddenly just before his fate was about to change.

But in this life, from the moment he opened his eyes, Sakurakoji Talent knew he was set.

His father was a member of a world-leading zaibatsu. Although he had married into his mother's family, he still maintained good relations with his own.

His mother came from a traditional prominent family. Although she wasn't favored at home, she had separated from the family and established her own business in her teens through her strong will and extraordinary talent, accumulating assets even greater than the main family. She had the remarkable achievement of successfully turning the main family into a branch family, achieving gekokujō.

As the eldest son of the family, it was no exaggeration to say that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Although this wasn't the typical "parents dead, has a car and house" scenario for transmigration novel protagonists, did that matter? Could a typical urban novel protagonist achieve his current starting point after a lifetime of struggle?

Especially since he had not only inherited his parents' excellent looks but also their exceptional talent, quickly mastering anything he tried.

Young, rich, handsome, suave, talented, and with a harmonious and loving family relationship – this was practically a dream-like, perfect start!

In a way, all of this was what he had sighed for and been unable to attain in his previous life.

Sometimes, even he had to ask himself: how could such a perfect person exist in the world?

Looking at himself in the mirror, Sakurakoji Talent's expression was one of confusion.

He was so perfect that he couldn't help but fall in love with himself, and he was almost indifferent to other women.

Although he felt like something was missing without the system that every reborn person usually had, but—so what?

With these starting conditions, even if he actively courted death, it would be difficult for him to fall from grace and become an ordinary person.

"A system? That's something only losers need. True powerhouses don't need external help!"

Sakurakoji Talent declared this with absolute confidence in his heart.

Several tens of minutes later, Ashiri tidied up the room briefly, lectured him a few words, and then left. Sakurakoji Talent was now alone in the room.

"System bro, are you there? I was wrong, just say something!"

"I admit I was a bit loud just now, I'll change, okay?"

"Moshi moshi~"

Less than an hour after his previous spirited declaration, Sakurakoji Talent had wilted. He slumped onto the large workbench, his eyes vacant, and unconsciously let out a soft whimper.

The pain in his body was almost tangible, making him feel more miserable than if he were wrapped in a blanket embroidered with sharp needles. The continuous pain from all over his body, like dancing nerves, transmitted to his brain, blurring his consciousness.

Stinging pain, dull pain, burning pain, cutting pain, bone-breaking pain, nerve pain... countless types of pain occurred simultaneously in different parts of his body, assaulting his senses and nearly breaking him.

The negative emotions of sadness, anger, hatred, and suicidal thoughts that constantly welled up inside him almost made him choose to end it all.

At this moment, he hated himself for having a brain. If he could, he would want to die immediately!

"No, no, no! This new life that I finally started, don't think this little pain can make me yield!"

"What is this pain compared to my previous life!"

Sakurakoji Talent gritted his teeth tightly, clenched his fists, blood seeping from his fingertips. Sweat beaded on his forehead, veins bulged on his fair arms, and his already crimson eyes deepened. His slender body trembled uncontrollably.

"Will what I'm doing now look like I have low blood sugar to others? I wish it were low blood sugar."

With his consciousness blurred, he forced himself to shift his attention, trying to find humor in the misery.

Time crawled like a snail, the second hand seemed to turn into a minute hand, and every second was agonizing.

Fortunately, the symptoms struck swiftly and ended just as decisively. After the overwhelmingly powerful peak, he gradually regained control of his body.

Although his body was still in pain and discomfort, it had subsided to a range he could tolerate.

He slowly sat up, let out a long sigh, his eyes revealing a hint of exhaustion and confusion.

"I got through this one too, huh? It really wasn't a big deal after all, just like me."

His originally neat clothes were soaked and wrinkled. He forced a strained smile, letting out a silent cheer of victory.

After a while, Sakurakoji Talent used his hands to push himself up with difficulty, staggering towards the bathroom.

Facing the showerhead, the warm water streamed over his body, seeming to wash away some of the pain.

In this life, he could almost be considered perfect.

Yes, almost, if not for this inexplicable illness.

He was sick, and seriously sick at that.

This mysterious illness had accompanied him since birth, through more than ten years of his life.

Although he had consulted the world's top physicians, none could find anything. Forget about a cure, they couldn't even determine its origin or how it came about.

In his past life, he'd heard a joke: a doctor tells a patient, "Your condition is very rare." The patient asks, "How rare?" The doctor replies, "We plan to name it after you."

Sakurakoji Talent felt he was in exactly that situation.

While he had gradually gotten used to it, he wasn't a masochist. If anything, he leaned towards being a sadist… When would days like these ever end?

He splashed water on his cheeks, turned off the water, and picked up the machine-heated warm towel. He meticulously wiped the water droplets from his body and hair. Once he was sure he was mostly dry, he used a hairdryer to carefully dry himself and a comb to meticulously style every strand of his hair.

Fortunately, the symptoms he experienced earlier were only occasional. While still painful daily, he had gradually grown accustomed to it over the years. As long as death didn't arrive, life had to go on.

Living every minute to the fullest was his life motto.

He had particularly profound insights regarding his appearance.

While natural beauty was precious, sustained effort was also essential for its longevity.

Coming from a family of designers, he understood better than most how much effort was required to maintain a perfect appearance. Coordinating outfits and accessories was just the basics; daily hair and skincare were entry-level, and regular beauty treatments weren't exactly brilliant.

No matter how good one's foundation, without managing it from multiple angles, it would quickly deteriorate with age.

Looking at his white hair and red eyes in the mirror, inherited from his mother, Sakurakoji Talent stared blankly.