Tokyo — Nakano Ward.
A traditional Japanese house stood quietly in a residential district, its wooden structure bearing faint traces of age and history.
Mizunotsuki Seiren stood at the corner of the courtyard, gazing at the inheritance left behind with a complicated expression.
Several hundred square meters of land.
For an orphan, it could be considered generous—almost extravagant.
Unfortunately, that generosity was not a blessing.
The annual fixed-asset tax alone was enough to crush a "boy" who was still in high school.
Mizunotsuki Seiren was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he had come from the neighboring red country. After transmigrating, he remained dormant in the womb for seventeen years. It was only recently that his consciousness fully awakened, and the memories of his past life returned.
Those once-clear eyes gradually deepened, turning into still, dark pools.
After several days spent sorting through fragmented memories, Seiren accepted the reality of transmigration. What disappointed him slightly was that this world did not seem much different from his previous one.
At least, on the surface.
At the beginning, Seiren had been genuinely excited.
Because the school he currently attended was Sobu High School.
Nearby were Shuchiin Academy, as well as Tokyo Metropolitan Ikusei High School.
Sobu High alone housed famous figures—
the aloof honor student Yukinoshita Yukino,
the genius novelist Kasumigaoka Utaha,
and the sharp-tongued illustrator Sawamura Eriri.
There were also rumors of Mai Sakurajima, a former child actress now living in semi-retirement.
This was a daily-life anime world.
Ordinary, peaceful—yet strangely stitched together.
Yes.
From the perspective of mundane life, this world was extremely colorful. Two-dimensional heroines and supporting characters were everywhere.
Just pick one, fall in love, and he could experience a satisfaction that, in his previous life, existed only behind a screen—calling someone his "wife" instead of typing it.
Of course.
That was under one premise.
He had to be good enough to seize the priority choice from the original male protagonists and supporting characters.
And therein lay the problem.
Those protagonists might be annoying at times, but objectively speaking, they were outstanding. Compared to mediocrity, they were far superior.
Stealing from them?
Possible.
But difficult.
Seiren understood his own limits.
Taking one would already be hard enough.
Yet he was greedy.
He wanted everything.
That said, he didn't care much about romance right now.
His gaze was fixed on the translucent panel floating before him—visible to him alone.
System — Fraud System
Character Interface
Instance: None
Template: None
Instances Available for Unlock:
Demon Slayer
Jujutsu Kaisen
Black Bullet
Gakuen Mokushiroku
Problem Children Are Coming From Another World
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System Points: 0
Note:
Unlocking an instance requires system points.
Additional points can be used to exchange for characters, items, bloodlines, and templates within the instance.
Scarlet Warning:
After unlocking an instance, there is a chance of world intersection.
A small number of instance characters may descend into the main world.
The timing of the intersection is determined by the host.
You have one free unlocking opportunity.
Would you like to unlock a selected instance?
Note: Unlocking an instance this time allows a random character template draw.
A golden finger.
The appearance of the system instantly filled Seiren with confidence.
It was absurdly high-end—a system that handed out an extraordinary newcomer gift from the very beginning. Yet its name alone, Fraud System, sparked countless dangerous ideas.
Spiritual energy revival.
Urban legends.
False miracles.
The system demanded deception—using extraordinary instances to fabricate myths, fool reality, and harvest belief.
However, the scarlet warning could not be ignored.
Unlocking an instance meant the possibility of world intersection.
Not fusion—but intrusion.
Characters could cross over.
Fortunately, the timing was under his control, giving him precious time to prepare and grow.
As long as people continued living under the lies he carefully wove, system points would steadily flow into his hands.
This reminded Seiren of a certain shameless god of deception.
There was no doubt.
The Fraud System determined his future path.
From behind the scenes, he would ignite a revival of spiritual energy.
Using all living beings as fuel, he would construct a grand stage for the world.
And in the end—
Become a god walking among mortals.
By then, in a world known only for technology, wouldn't everything lie at his feet?
And in this daily-life world, weren't the heroines and supporting actresses merely pieces on a board?
Seiren shook his head and smiled faintly.
Thinking too far ahead.
This was only the beginning.
Looking at the system panel again—
The newcomer gift pack allowed three instances to be unlocked for free.
School-Live
Demon Slayer
Jujutsu Kaisen
The rest were clearly endgame-level instances.
But one was enough.
What more could he ask for, if he could fuse with a character template?
As for the choice—
School-Live?
Zombies everywhere. Even if the system dared unlock it, he wouldn't dare use it.
Demon Slayer?
Physical demons would likely be riddled with bullets under modern firepower and dragged into laboratories.
That left only one option.
Unlock "Jujutsu Kaisen."
Curses were invisible, lethal, and completely undefended against in modern society.
Among the three, it had the highest ceiling.
The emergence of curses would be the perfect opening act for a "spiritual revival."
"Jujutsu Kaisen" instance unlocked.
Drawing character template…
Template Acquired — Ryomen Sukuna
Integrate character template?
As expected.
The newcomer gift pack was absurdly generous.
Ryomen Sukuna.
Seiren smiled.
Looks like I'm not far from becoming a law-breaking knight by force.
Yes.
In an instant, terrifying changes surged through the old house.
Obscure fluctuations—cursed energy—spread rapidly, enveloping the entire building.
Under this extraordinary force, the two-story wooden house felt fragile, as if a slight push would cause it to collapse.
This was no illusion.
The smile on Seiren's face deepened.
Cursed energy flowed through his body, tempting him to indulge.
Extraordinary power.
How many people in his previous life had sacrificed everything just to "hear the truth in the morning"?
And now, it rested effortlessly in his grasp.
He walked to the mirror.
He had changed.
The facial features were the same, yet subtly refined—more harmonious, more dangerous.
His body was lean, perfectly balanced, brimming with destructive strength.
He had inherited Ryomen Sukuna at the peak of twenty fingers.
In the original work, this physique alone could crash through reinforced concrete.
Techniques flooded his mind—
Cleave.
Dismantle.
Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.
The flame technique — Open.
Reverse Cursed Technique.
Binding vows.
All of it—
Perfectly engraved into his existence.
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