MTL - Immortal Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress’ Palace - Chapter 821 calming beads

A high-schooler who loves playing FPS games were reincarnated in the fantasy world. And usually, those who were isekaid were blessed with overpowered magic and a legendary beast. However, our main character is different.Instead of those things, he awakened a shop system where he could purchase American freedom! And since modern guns is as good as magic, he decided to make full use of this ability and make a name for himself in this new world.Fireball? Cute. My M203 grenade launcher makes a bigger boom.Summoned beast? That’s nice, I’ve got a UAV with thermal optics.You can split oceans with magic? Cool. I can erase cities with a nuke.Whatever overpowered spell you’ve got, I’ve got something better.

I never thought I had meaning to my life, but I guess I have a talent too.

「Get ready. The duel will begin soon.」

One day, fate played a cruel joke on Fujino. When he woke up, he found himself in the world of Detective Conan. Now, he’s a high school detective with no parents, a four-story building to his name, and a barely sustainable career solving cases.Just when he was at a loss for what to do, a Professional System suddenly activated, allowing him to acquire real detective skills—through pay-to-win mechanics.From that moment on, he ditched the usual “Conan logic” and became a true rational detective, using real investigative techniques instead of convenient anime tropes.Q: Why do you, as a detective, know so many different skills?Fujino: Well, isn’t it normal for a professional detective to actually learn professional skills?

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.