Dating Caster

Dating Caster by Moyan

You ask me what's so good about Medea?

She's considerate, gentle, and has the occasional bit of a temper.

She attracts me at every single moment.

Except for...

Cough, cough, occasionally...

My waist can't take it.

Chapter 01. Wang Xiaoming, Get Out! (Revised)

Asahi Shimbun

The balding supervisor, who had just hurried in from outside, roared at the staff office:

"Wang Xiaoming, get in here!"

The supervisor's angry shout instantly silenced the bustling office, leaving everyone trembling in fear. The black-haired man sitting in his chair rose slowly and walked into the supervisor's office.

"Bam!"

A freshly printed newspaper, still smelling of ink, was slammed hard onto the desk in front of Wang Xiaoming.

"You brat! What kind of garbage is this that you wrote!"

"Supervisor, let's talk this out, don't get so worked up," Wang Xiaoming advised with good intentions.

The supervisor was so angry he actually laughed, pointing at the bold black headline on the newspaper as he asked, "Explain this news headline of yours to me today."

[Done for 100 days, finally wet!]

Glancing at the news piece he had written, the black-haired man replied:

"Isn't this a weather report?"

"You know it's a weather report! Can't you use a normal headline for once?!"

Hearing the man's answer, the supervisor didn't even know what to say. It was the same when he was assigned to write the book recommendation section.

[One is a childhood sweetheart, the other is a blooming beauty; where does the young monk's heart belong?]

[Returning to the gladiator days of Ancient Greece, a group of teenagers in a battle royale.]

[Biological parents turn into beasts, underage girl forced to sell herself at a bathhouse.]

At this moment, the supervisor suddenly regretted that he hadn't been able to resist an old friend's begging to transfer this guy over from the neighboring editorial department.

No wonder that guy's face had been grinning like a withered chrysanthemum at the time.

This kid is a total disaster!

The more the supervisor thought about it, the angrier he got, and he suddenly pointed at the office door and roared:

"Wang Xiaoming, get out!"

"Tsk, so fierce."

Wang Xiaoming sighed as he walked out of the supervisor's office and returned to his seat.

Wang Xiaoming, a pathetic transmigrator who was almost forgetting his own identity. He had already been in Japan for twenty-three years.

Compared to those [transmigrator] seniors—those who became singers and started harems, directors who started harems, writers who started harems...

Wang Xiaoming's identity as a reporter who could barely support himself seemed quite low-tier.

Wang Xiaoming didn't know about the other transmigrators. But for him, transmigration wasn't exactly a wonderful thing. The completely unfamiliar environment and language were a total reconstruction of his worldview for a Wang Xiaoming starting from zero.

Fortunately, his name in this life was no different from his previous one, which at least left Wang Xiaoming with a faint sense of attachment. However, other memories from his past life had become like flowers seen through a fog to the current Wang Xiaoming.

The current Wang Xiaoming was nothing more than a mediocre person living in this world, obsessed with grinding away at his job.

"What did the supervisor call you in for just now?" his snarky friend at the next desk leaned over, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What else could it be? Nothing more than a scolding," Wang Xiaoming slumped over his desk and sighed again.

"That's why I'm saying, why can't you just use a normal headline?" As his snarky friend, he naturally understood why Wang Xiaoming got scolded, but just thinking about that headline... the friend couldn't help but feel a toothache.

"How about we go grab a drink after work?" Seeing Wang Xiaoming's low spirits, his friend naturally stepped up, flashing a look that every man understood.

"Fine."

He glanced at the clock; there was still some time before he could clock out. Then he looked at the pile of manuscripts on his desk. Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but feel a bit discouraged; having lived this long, he really had brought shame to his transmigrator seniors.

Well, to avoid working overtime, he'd better finish processing the manuscripts at hand. Thinking this, Wang Xiaoming reached for the pile of documents.

[Teitan High School sophomore wins the Kanto Karate Championship for girls.]

He didn't know who could handle a girl like that. After secretly sighing to himself, Wang Xiaoming placed the manuscript in the "approved" pile.

So, the next one...

[High school detective shows off his prowess, helps police solve another bizarre case.]

What a narcissist.

Looking at the young man in the photo attached to the news report, Wang Xiaoming thought with a hint of malice. A young man who acts so flashy—who knows when he'll end up getting hammered by someone else.

[Kudo Shinichi]

Tsk—is it starting again?

After a momentary daze, Wang Xiaoming came back to his senses and felt helpless. It seemed this famous detective was yet another [plot character].

Although he had already lived in this world for twenty years, it wasn't easy to forget the memories of his past life. Whenever he encountered certain things, he would always lose focus for a moment, and then one or two pieces of information would subconsciously pop into his head.

At first, he felt a little panicked, but after it happened enough times, Wang Xiaoming realized these bits of information were memories from his previous life.

It was only then that Wang Xiaoming realized he had transmigrated. He had originally thought he was reborn. No wonder so many things didn't match up.

Even if he realized it, there was nothing he could do; the memories of his past life had long since faded into a blur. As a tiny transmigrator, he still couldn't stop the rolling wheels of the world's progression.

Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it.

Patting his cheeks, Wang Xiaoming pulled himself out of his chaotic thoughts and continued with his work.

"I'm exhausted!"

Finally finishing his work, Wang Xiaoming stretched and sighed.

"Let's go, my paycheck just cleared."

His fair-weather friend, who had been ready for a while, patted Wang Xiaoming on the shoulder: "The ladies over in Ginza have some new faces tonight."

"Alright, let's go then."

Wang Xiaoming, tired from the day, wanted to relax, but before he could even stand up, he heard a cough from behind him.

"Ahem! Wang Xiaoming, stay here for a moment."

Turning his head, he saw the balding supervisor glaring at the two of them, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

No way. Seeing the balding supervisor, Wang Xiaoming's face fell. More overtime?

"What, are you planning on going with him?"

The supervisor glared at his friend, who then gave Wang Xiaoming a "good luck" look before drifting away.

Fair-weather friend, damn it!

The supervisor had spent the afternoon thinking it over; for the sake of his own health, this guy Wang Xiaoming absolutely could not stay by his side!

"Want to go out and have fun? Once you handle this matter, I'll double your bonus!"

After handing the documents to Wang Xiaoming, the supervisor said as much.

Wang Xiaoming took the documents and looked down:

[Perverted Serial Killer, Serial Murder Case]

Chapter 02. Optimistic Youth: Ryunosuke

Driving on the highway, Wang Xiaoming felt like he'd just had the worst luck imaginable.

That balding supervisor was definitely trying to make his life miserable. Suddenly sending him to this place to be some crime investigation reporter.

Damn! That old guy definitely did it on purpose!

The stack of documents was sitting right there on the passenger seat. Wang Xiaoming had already skimmed through them before coming:

A murderer who had traveled all over the country committing serial killings, and the state of the corpses when discovered was exceptionally "disgusting."

This killer had completely moved past being a maniac and had advanced to the realm of a pervert!

However, he felt he wouldn't be able to find any leads on this case. The data showed that most of the victims were people already on missing persons lists, and the way the killer handled the crime scenes had left the local police investigation completely shrouded in fog.

Although he had some complaints about the investigative abilities of these "public servants" supported by taxpayers' money, Wang Xiaoming didn't think he would be able to find any leads or catch the killer either.

Moreover, investigating such cases carried risks; who knew when that killer might set his sights on him? He had heard of those "glorious deeds" of predecessors who knew too much and ended up being [humanely eliminated].

Wang Xiaoming's greatest virtue was his respect for the unknown. So, he would just slack off, ask the local police a few routine questions, and barely scrape by.

The place Wang Xiaoming was driving to now was the town where the killer had committed his last crime.

Although the name of the city gave Wang Xiaoming a strange sense of déjà vu, could it be that this place was a [plot location]?

Just as he was about to reach the small town, Wang Xiaoming caught a glimpse of someone standing by the side of the road, waving to signal him.

His mood wasn't great, but Wang Xiaoming, who was helpful by nature, stepped on the brakes.

"Is something the matter?"

Rolling down the window, Wang Xiaoming asked the man who had stopped him.

"Sir, would it be possible to catch a ride to the town ahead?" the man asked, leaning down toward Wang Xiaoming in the car.

Wang Xiaoming sized the man up. He had short, brownish-red hair, and although his purple-toned outfit looked quite strange, the bright, cheerful smile on his face added a lot to his character.

Wang Xiaoming thought for a moment; it didn't seem to be very far to the town ahead, so he nodded and agreed:

"Get in."

"Thank you so much!"

Seeing Wang Xiaoming agree, the man smiled like a child. He pulled the car door open, paused for a moment after catching sight of the file names on the stack of documents in the passenger seat, then placed the documents on the center console and climbed into the car.

Once inside, the man thanked Wang Xiaoming, "Thank you very much for letting me hitch a ride."

"It's nothing, just a convenience, no big deal." Wang Xiaoming focused on the road ahead, failing to notice the slightly strange reaction Ryunosuke Uryu had shown earlier.

However, perhaps because he had been holding it in for the whole trip, Wang Xiaoming felt quite talkative and began to take the initiative to strike up a conversation with Ryunosuke Uryu: "What are you going to Fuyuki City for, young man?"

"My name is Ryunosuke Uryu, just call me Ryunosuke." In Wang Xiaoming's eyes, this man named Ryunosuke Uryu had a pretty good personality, so he changed his tone and repeated his previous question: "So, Ryunosuke-kun, what are you going to Fuyuki for?"

"To travel."

Ryunosuke Uryu gave an answer that Wang Xiaoming hadn't expected.

"I earned some money from a part-time job, and the world outside is so big, so I wanted to come out and see it for myself!" As he spoke of this, Ryunosuke Uryu's eyes shone with excitement.

"But Fuyuki hasn't been very peaceful lately." Wang Xiaoming spared a glance at Ryunosuke Uryu in the passenger seat, and seeing his high spirits, he hesitated before speaking: "Haven't there been rumors about a serial killer running loose in Fuyuki?"

"Is it this?" Ryunosuke Uryu pointed at the stack of documents on the center console and asked Wang Xiaoming curiously.

"Yes." Wang Xiaoming nodded, then couldn't help but complain to Ryunosuke: "I don't know what got into our supervisor, but they actually want me to follow up and report on this matter..."

Once this complaining started, it couldn't be stopped.

However, it turned out that Ryunosuke Uryu was truly a very qualified listener. Listening to Wang Xiaoming ramble on for the entire trip, Ryunosuke Uryu actually managed to refrain from interrupting even once.

"I'm really sorry for making you listen to so many things you shouldn't have heard."

When the car reached Fuyuki City, Wang Xiaoming apologized to him after dropping Ryunosuke Uryu off in front of a hotel. Although he had vented all the resentment he held toward his boss, it still left Wang Xiaoming feeling a bit embarrassed.