Science Fiction: Starting from Obtaining Sophon

Detective Conan: Starting with the Acquisition of Sophon Author: Lonely Desert

Summary:

He is transported to the world of Detective Conan and becomes Gendagawa, a down-on-his-luck rich kid in the crime-ridden city of Beika.

Fortunately, when I traveled through time, I was in an alternate dimension and became the master of the Sophon in The Three-Body Problem, and together we arrived in this very 'Detective Conan' world.

Frail and overweight? Zhizi helps you deduce how to develop perfect muscles!

Deduce breathing techniques, master various breathing methods, including the breathing of the sun and the breathing of the moon!

Master countless complex magic tricks and become the new Magician Under the Moonlight.

Master all kinds of firearms with ease, learn the perfect disguise, and move freely in the darkness!

Mr. Gendagawa, what professional skills do you lack, and what expertise do you not possess?

Gendagawa: As a new generation of Beika youth, it's reasonable for you to master some skills, right?

What? Your Black Organization has a problem with this? Very well, my Zhizi has just deduced the two-dimensional foil, so let's use your Distillery to give it a try.

This book is also known as "After Getting a System, I Became the King of Rice Rolls," "The Daily Life of a Hardcore Gamer," and "What You're Good At, I'm Better At."

Chapter 1: The Down-on-His-Luck Rich Second Generation of Mihua?

In a luxurious villa in Beikacho, Tokyo.

Genda Gawa struggled to open his heavy eyelids, his dark pupils filled with a hazy, unfocused look.

A series of roaring sounds came from my brain, like an old engine struggling to run.

The worn-out parts lack lubrication, and even a little thought will cause a splitting headache, as if steel needles are embedded in the head, and the scalp will tremble with pain.

Then auditory and visual hallucinations began, chaotic images flashed through my mind, and my ears were filled with noisy, meaningless noise.

After an unknown amount of time, Genda Gawa finally felt that he had regained his ability to think. By then, his entire body was soaked in sweat, and he looked like a shrimp pulled out of the water.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

He gasped for breath, his entire body trembling with fat, and his previously blurry eyes finally cleared.

But at this moment, he looked at his hands in disbelief. They were fair, smooth, and without any calluses. They were extremely young hands, and now they belonged to him.

And then, a flood of memories rushed in, causing the pain that had just subsided to rise again.

But this time, being prepared, he immediately gritted his teeth and covered his head.

Countless unfamiliar memories began to resurface in my brain and quickly became clear.

After merging with this body, Genda River's lips twitched, unsure whether to feel lucky or unlucky.

This body's name is the same as the original owner's, also called Genda River. He is a rich second-generation heir from Beika Town or Beika City, and not just a minor one, but a very wealthy one, similar to Young Master Zhao.

The difference is that he doesn't have the arrogance of Young Master Zhao and won't pay for others' things. Instead, he's a pretty good person, just a bit timid. He never bullies others, but sometimes he gets bullied by some delinquents, which makes him a bit unsociable.

However, a rich kid is a rich kid, and he still lives a very comfortable life. The original owner's father also tried his best to cultivate him, wanting him to learn how to inherit the family business.

However, just six months ago, the original owner's parents died simultaneously in a mysterious explosion.

As a result, the originally enormous Genji conglomerate quickly fell apart and was divided up by a group of shareholders. The original owner of this body was still a minor and was unable to stop it.

In the end, they could only watch helplessly as their massive family business quickly declined and collapsed.

In the end, all he received were scraps, a few properties, and tens of millions in savings.

That's right. What is a huge amount of assets in the eyes of ordinary people is just nothing in the eyes of the original owner.

Indeed, it's not surprising that after receiving the original owner's memories and learning just how wealthy the Genji Foundation was, this is understandable.

This is similar to the last emperor, Puyi. When he first left the Forbidden City, he took many valuable things with him. In the eyes of ordinary people, these valuable things were already a great fortune.

But in his eyes, the whole world and the entire Forbidden City originally belonged to him, and now he could only take away so little. You can imagine how he felt.

That's actually how it was for the original owner.

The once-powerful conglomerate, possessing vast assets, collapsed overnight, its enormous wealth vanished, leaving behind only meager sums.

This is pure torture!

Having not experienced such glory, one can be content with the ordinariness of the present.

But having seen the sky, he was no longer content with a small pond.

The intense sense of loss and disappointment was hard for the original owner to accept, further exacerbating her already timid and withdrawn personality.

He just stays in this villa, using games and alcohol to numb himself, which makes him fatter and fatter. He is only one meter tall but weighs 1 jin!

This is quite rare in Japan; aside from some very fat sumo wrestlers, it's uncommon to see someone so overweight.

In Mihua, where everyone has long legs, she is even more unusual, which makes the original owner even more self-conscious. So yesterday, she couldn't help but drink to drown her sorrows, but her heart couldn't take it and she died.

That's how Genda River from another world took over this young body.

Therefore, minors must not drink excessively.

After spending some time sorting through all of the original owner's memories, an even more astonishing discovery was made: the deaths of the original owner's parents were likely not so simple.

First of all, as the chairman and his wife of a top conglomerate, they would have more than enough security around them, so how could they easily die in an accident?

Moreover, as a mature large conglomerate, even if the chairman dies, it can continue to operate. Professional managers, shareholders' meetings, and other mechanisms can keep the conglomerate running.

The rapid disintegration was as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything in the dark.

The original owner did realize something was wrong, but overwhelmed with grief, she was in a daze and didn't investigate further.

Then he witnessed the coldness of human relationships and the betrayal of his friends and family. Many people who had once treated him with utmost respect began to distance themselves from him.

Ninety-nine percent of the property that should have been inherited by him evaporated, leaving him with only a tiny fraction of it.

Moreover, he discovered something interesting in his memories: the world he came to was not normal history, but the world of Detective Conan!

This world is 'too harsh', with all sorts of cases emerging one after another.

Moreover, once something happens, it's never a minor case. Fights? Forget about them; it's always a murder!

So regular police officers had nothing to do, but criminal investigators were extremely active.

Even more active than the criminal police are the detectives, such as a certain so-called 'Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era'!

Now that he knew he had come to this world, he understood.

In such a world, it seems quite reasonable for the chairman and his wife of a large conglomerate to be assassinated.

And immediately, he thought of the Black Organization.

Of course, this doesn't mean that all the bad things in the world are the work of this organization.

However, cases involving large conglomerates are difficult to prevent those who know the main plot from suspecting them.

However, because the original owner was in a daze, he was completely unaware of the situation at the time and knew nothing about many important things, so he was temporarily unable to make any judgments.

"call--"

He couldn't help but let out a long breath. Now that he had taken over this body, he should naturally bear the consequences. If the original owner's parents really died at the hands of the Black Organization, then he and they would become enemies.

But now he has nothing, just a down-on-his-luck rich kid. How can he fight against the 'black square' of this world?

Furthermore, if the Black Organization discovers that someone is investigating this matter, he might immediately face death.

Thinking about this, my brain started to ache again.

Just then, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

[Anomaly detected. Confirming the current time and space information!]

My new book is launching, and I'd love to hear from both new and old friends!

Chapter 2 Three-body Sophon!

"This is...the system?"

Genda River's eyes widened instantly!

That's right, I am a transmigrator. Transmigrators are all chosen ones, and they all have cheat codes. It would be strange if they didn't have cheat codes!

Suddenly the sky cleared and the rain stopped, and I felt like I could do it again.

With the system, you can get rare items and superpowers, or even good things from other worlds, just by signing in.

For example, a different kind of fire from the Doupo world, a secret technique from the Devouring World, or a ninjutsu from the Naruto world—if you could just have any one of those, wouldn't that be the time for you to rise to power?

Hurry up and come, I can't wait!

After waiting for a long time, the system's signature 'ding' sound never appeared, which made Genda River puzzled.

I started to wonder if I had misheard.

If there really is no system, all I can do is collect rent and live the life of an ordinary landlord. It's a rather ordinary life, but there's no other way.

After all, in this extremely dangerous world, he is just an ordinary high school student, completely different from a washing machine or a high school student who can smash a stone pillar as thick as several people with a few punches.