What's Wrong with Adding Me to So Many Omni-Anime Geniuses?

Finally, he went to his bed, took off his shoes, and jumped onto it, nuzzling against the soft, comfortable, and fragrant blankets, filled with nostalgia and memories.

A minute later, he turned over, lay on his back on the bed, clasped his Hands over his lower abdomen, closed his eyes, and breathed peacefully.

Although he wanted to develop the mysterious things within his own body, he didn't actually have many usable methods.

The most direct one is--

'Moshi moshi~ Are you there? Come out and meet me~'

'I know you've been here all these years, aren't you going to have a word with me?'

'Tsk tsk, even more of a homebody than me. Doesn't it feel bad to not say a word for so many years?'

"Why don't you tell me your purpose and requirements, and I'll do whatever I can to help you..."

'Qiuni ointment~ You can hit me or scold me, just say a word~'

'Actually... the outside world has become terrifying. If things continue like this, you and I will probably both die soon...'

'You jerk! Can you stop pretending to be mute?! Do you know what I've been through all these years?!'

Wake up! Get up!

'Could he really be dead? Yamero ~! At least give me a beginner's tutorial first...'

'...'

The clock hands moved slowly, and the stunning beauty on the bed remained serene and motionless, completely undetectable as to what kind of madness was raging inside him.

I don't know how much time passed, I only know that the strong light outside gradually dimmed, until it was almost invisible, with only the mixed remnants of moonlight and lamplight remaining.

The room, where the air couldn't circulate, seemed to be completely swallowed by the darkness of the universe; apart from the faint breathing of the only living creature, there was utter silence.

Another hour passed, and suddenly two faint, dark red "lanterns" lit up on the dark bed.

Then, "Lantern" tilted her head back at a 90-degree angle and casually smoothed her hair.

"Well, I knew it wouldn't be that easy."

Sakurakoji Talent casually pressed the switch on the overhead light by the bedside, got out of bed, stretched and did some stretching exercises to loosen up his body.

Despite having wasted several hours of effort, he was not discouraged.

If it were really that easy, he wouldn't be in this state today.

"Unfortunately, I've already made plans with someone, so I don't have time to wait patiently and quietly."

He muttered to himself and walked to the small workbench in the room, his gaze indifferent.

"I must make some progress before the day after tomorrow."

He gently pressed his fingers on the cool countertop, slowly tracing the surface past the measuring tape, design drawings, paintbrushes, and other work items, before... picking up a fabric cutter he usually used to cut fabric.

He touched the clean and beautiful blade, just like its owner's, and after thinking for a moment, went to the bathroom and rinsed it clean again with water.

Only after he felt psychologically comfortable with it did he turn off the water valve and wipe away most of the water stains with a wet wipe, leaving only a layer of water mist on the surface.

He waited for it to dry naturally, then held it up to his eyes and felt that it seemed to have become even shinier and sharper.

Nodding in satisfaction, he took the knife and returned to the bed, which was covered in high-quality velvet, and lay down again.

"Normally, I would never do such a thing—it goes against my principles."

"... But there's nothing we can do; the words have already been spoken."

The enormous bed resembled a huge, ready-made coffin.

The image of a white-haired beauty lying on silken satin is reminiscent of a noblewoman of ancient times lying in an exquisitely packaged coffin.

The only difference is that he is still alive.

However, it seems he's about to die soon too.

Without even giving himself time to mentally prepare, or rather, having already done so beforehand, he quickly raised the razor blade, capable of easily slicing through thick fabric, and held it in mid-air.

Her slender, beautiful right hand raised a scalpel, while her similarly distinctive left hand touched her chest, confirming the position and spacing of her ribs...

Having found a spot where he wouldn't die instantly after being stabbed, he closed his eyes, which were as serene as the starry sky, and without hesitation, dropped the self-destructive blade.

The slightly expensive modern industrial product, at this moment, entered his chest cavity without any hindrance, like an ancient divine weapon.

Sakurakoji Talent's body trembled slightly, and his throat bobbed slightly, as if he had been startled, but he did not utter any groans or cries.

He had experienced this kind of pain countless times before, so he didn't care about it anymore.

He placed his Hands back on his lower abdomen, one on top of the other, and waited quietly.

The cutter stood firmly upright, as if rooted to the ground, mirroring the quietness of the room.

Only the gushing liquid below, far redder than his eyes, proved that this was no game.

The expensive, elegantly designed late spring dress was quickly soaked in liquid.

The red influence slowly spread downwards along both sides...

The holy bodies that had been killed on the "altar" resembled suffering saints.

Fighting off the growing drowsiness, Sakurakoji Talent muttered to himself, wondering if the miracle he desired could happen before the blood loss became irreversible.

Never mind, let's wait ten minutes... no, eight minutes.

If there's still no change, try to stop the bleeding yourself first, then go to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Leave yourself some leeway, in case something bad really comes along and you still have some strength and will to fight back—though I don't know if it will even be useful.

Based on my own estimation, this method has a fairly high chance of success.

Even if you fail, if you're careful, there shouldn't be any major danger to your life.

Of course, he wouldn't really risk his life. Even if he couldn't rely on his own body, he could find other opportunities and methods outside. Why risk his life so desperately?

Tsk!

Unexpectedly, the first thing to be inserted into my body in this life was not some strange object, but the knife I had prepared myself... But thankfully, it wasn't a woodcutter's knife.

Before he could think too much and try to distract himself, while he closed his eyes and silently counted numbers, his pearly teeth resting on his tongue to keep himself from falling asleep...

At one moment, a small, strange, faint light slowly revived in the brightly lit room...

Midnight.

The Aoyama Sakura Mansion, which is usually already shrouded in darkness, was still brightly lit on the first floor at this time.

None of the people in the living room were sleepy at the moment.

Without informing the maids of the seriousness of the situation, and after instructing them to return to their usual rest, only a few masters and guests remained.

"Hey~ Second Brother, Luna, is what you're saying really true?"

After receiving a call from Okura Yusei, Daizo Risana quickly finished dealing with the group's affairs and came Okura Rina. Looking at her two relatives and friends in front of her, who looked worried and hadn't eaten much dinner, she anxiously tried to find a topic to talk about.

Although she knew they probably wouldn't tell such an obvious lie, what if it was her nephew, who always infuriated her, lying?

You can know a person's face but not their heart. That Shiro-chan nephew of his looks has a natural talent for deceiving women!

Maybe he just made up this ridiculous lie to fool his parents into caring about him and asking them to keep an eye on the romantic entanglements he'd gotten himself into.

Instead of sleeping this late at night, a bunch of people are keeping watch here waiting for that kid... Seriously! Who does that bastard nephew think he is?! He's making us all so worried~

When he comes out tomorrow, I'm definitely going to give him a good talking to!

"Yes, what the CEO says makes sense. Although I know you wouldn't lie to us with such a cheap lie, it's still hard to believe."

Okura Iyo on the sofa, nodded in response.

"After all, I've traveled the world for so many years and I've never heard my friends talk about something like this... But if it's true, then the things that happened to Talent are explained."

"Ahhhhh!!! Big brother! Please don't call me 'CEO' in private! My heart can't take it!"

Okura Rina, who had been lounging on the sofa, suddenly jumped up, grabbed her head with Hands, and said in a distorted voice with a broken expression.

"Hmph, you earned this position through your own abilities, so it's perfectly fine for me to call you that."

Okura Iyo, magnetic voice was calm and smiling.

"I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

After three sentences ending in "stuff", she bowed her head and apologized.

It was one thing to be outside, but at home, especially among the three of them who were very close siblings, being called "President" by her much older, extremely successful older brother, who had once been her Nightmare, was a form of humiliating torture for her.

Haha~

Okura Yusei gave a wry smile, his usual composure and cheerfulness completely gone, and forced himself to say, "I don't think Talent would lie to us about this, after all, he's a well-behaved and adorable Good Child..."

"Are you referring to that obedient and adorable child who often uses sparring to make you sore, does whatever she wants, and ignores anything that doesn't go her way...?"

Okura Rina frowned slightly, offering a complex and unspoken assessment.

"Even so, he's still very capable and cute! That's just because he hasn't made many friends and is a bit more individualistic!"

Okura Yusei mumbled an explanation to his child.

"Hey, hey~ it's fine if you think that way, but he's been dating so many girls lately, he can't exactly be considered Good Child, can he?"

"That was for medical treatment..."

"And just as awful as Luna, they have a personality that enjoys taking pleasure in other people's troubles!"

"Um?"

Sakurakoji Luna slightly opened her eyes and looked over, letting out a soft snort. "What's wrong with my son resembling me? He's better than a loser who likes illicit affairs, isn't he?"

"Ku! You awful White Hair who loves to poke at people's sore spots!"

"You attacked me and my son first, you deserved it!"

"You just wait! One day, I'll make you pay!"

"I probably won't live to see that day..."

"..."

The topic gradually veered off course, turning into a verbal battle between the two women.

The other two didn't stop them either. The night was long, and if they didn't find something for them to do, just waiting around would drive them crazy.

Sakurakoji Talent said that he would end all of this by tomorrow at the latest, and Sakurakoji Luna and Okura Yusei believed him.

After all, he has never made a promise without a reason.

Although this matter was rather unusual, they believed he should have some confidence.

What they were most worried about was not his failure, but that he would be in danger.

If they knew he was currently in his room stabbing himself with a knife, I wonder what their expressions would be...

Since Sakurakoji Talent said the time was tomorrow, then they definitely wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Okura Iyo, who came both as guests and to assist them, naturally didn't have the leisure to go to sleep immediately after hearing the news.

So the group discussed it and decided that they might as well just sit in the living room until tomorrow.

Anyway, it's just one day without sleep at most, which isn't a big deal for them who are already very busy.

The task of serving tea and water was handed over to Okura Yusei, who was already very skilled at it. It's no exaggeration to say that his service skills were better than any of the maids in the mansion.

Night fell.

While chatting idly, they also occasionally took care of their own business.

Okura Iyo sometimes carries a laptop to handle group affairs, and sometimes gets up to call subordinates in Europe; in short, he is relatively busy.

Although Okura Rina is the nominal president, things are actually much easier for her with his help.

She chatted with the other two from time to time, played games on her electronic devices from time to time, and occasionally checked her emails, enjoying herself immensely.

Suddenly, at a certain moment!

Several loud shouts rang out from the long-quiet, empty street outside:

"I've done it, Daoist Master!!!"

"Hahahaha~!!!"

"World! Bow down at my feet!"