There are so many geniuses in crossover anime! What's wrong with adding me?

There are so many geniuses in crossover anime! What's wrong with adding me?

Author: White Without a Photo Album

Introduction:

As everyone knows, you can't survive in the world of crossover anime without some talent and strength!

Every day, I either encounter academic geniuses who get perfect scores easily, or "ordinary" high school students with a net worth of hundreds of millions.

Bestselling authors and national idols are constantly blocking the door; musical geniuses are as numerous as stray dogs on the street!

How are ordinary people supposed to live in a world like this?!

"Oh, I'm not an ordinary person either? That's alright then!"

Although he didn't have a system to help him, Sakurakoji was born with a family background, talent, good looks, and parents that other protagonists could hardly have in their entire lives.

The only problem...

"What does it mean to be born with a debuff? Will I even live to be 20?"

"There are so many geniuses in crossover anime, why are they targeting me?!"

The constant appearances of characters like Yamada Ryo, Hoshino Ai, Kawaharaki Momoka, Hiratsuka Shizuka, and Sakurajima Mai...

His eyes were contemptuous.

"Hmph, I'd rather look in a mirror than look at you guys."

"Hmm? Contacting them can cure my illness? Then I have no choice but to go!"

"You know, you may not have the intention to be a scumbag, but the fact may exist objectively."

"A chaotic scene, huh? It's a bit dangerous. I wonder if crossdressing and using an alternate account could help me share the burden."

"I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely love my XX girlfriends?"

Volume 1: Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 1 I'm Perfect, But I'm Sick

Inside a manor house in New York.

A young girl wearing a Japanese-style skirt with cherry blossom patterns, with a pair of symmetrical ahoge (antenna-like hair strands) on her forehead and a cascade of black hair flowing down her back, with two ponytails tied on either side of the cascade, stood motionless at the door of a room that served as the destination.

She placed her hands on her chest, took a deep breath, and then gently knocked on the dark solid wood door in front of her.

"Brother, I am Ya Shili. May I go in now?"

Not long after, a soft, muffled response came from inside the door.

"Assumption, come in."

"Yes, I'm coming in."

Turning the handle, Asuri felt a little nervous as he slowly pushed open the gate to the Demon King's castle.

The dark energy of the Demon King's Castle surged forth instantly, engulfing her and the surrounding air, swiftly severing her from the bright world outside. The dim candlelight flickered before her eyes, like a soul-shaking flame.

A palpable chill pressed against her body, causing her to shiver involuntarily. She seemed to hear the hoarse cawing of a raven, as if welcoming her arrival.

A single step can make all the difference, as if they were in two different worlds.

Asuri crossed his arms, seeking some warmth, then puffed out his cheeks and walked into the Demon King's castle, a place that struck fear into the hearts of countless people. He then expertly slapped his hand against the wall.

Snapped!

The dark energy was instantly swept away by the Goddess of Light, revealing the cluttered interior space. The large bed occupied only a corner of the room, surrounded by cabinets, chairs, sofas, a huge standing electronic display screen, and a bookshelf that filled an entire wall, along with a workbench as wide as a person in front of it.

Numerous pages of paper, covered with detailed illustrations, were scattered on the workbench and the floor, and were mercilessly trampled upon.

The residents of the Demon King's castle were clearly not used to the sudden burst of light.

"Ah! My eyes! My eyes!"

A figure in front of the workbench covered its eyes and screamed, its originally pleasant voice becoming sharp and piercing, as if it had been subjected to a massive attack.

The maids sweeping fallen leaves in the garden heard the noise, exchanged glances, and smiled knowingly at each other.

"Brother, I've told you so many times, working in the dark is bad for your eyes."

"I think your sudden turning on of the main light is bad for my eyes!"

The room's owner, Sakura Koji, rubbed his clear red eyes, looking at his younger sister with a mournful expression, and complained.

"That's your fault for not repenting even after I've told you so many times."

"I have the desk lamp on, don't you think?"

"They say it's bad for your eyes just because you only turned on the desk lamp."

Sakura Koruya Jurei crouched down, picked up the large amount of "trash" scattered on the ground, and neatly arranged it on the workbench. She then packaged the waste that had definitely become garbage and threw it into the trash can.

"And why don't you turn on the heating when you're working? You'll really catch a cold if you do that."

The flickering flame of the soul was none other than the Artemide desk lamp on the workbench; the real cold was the winter chill that had crept in due to the open window.

"Isn't it great? Only by immersing ourselves in nature and living in harmony with it can we create excellent works. Plus, we can hear the calls of migratory birds returning in spring. Isn't that wonderful?"

"But all I heard was the cawing of crows, and it's January now, spring is still a while away."

"Ah, no wonder it sounded so awful, it ruined my mood."

"..."

Sakura Koruya Tori closed the open window, turned on the heater, and looked helplessly at her brother. Her brother was good in every way, but his personality and way of thinking seemed a little abnormal.

People often say that artists are a group of perverts and homosexuals, but even his own parents and uncles seem to be normal people compared to him.

After a long silence, Ya Shili spoke with some regret.

"Is it your elder brother today?"

"Yes, that's how I feel today."

"Candour desu."

"Hey, my lovely little sister, can you please not treat the two of them so differently? It'll make me sad, I'll really be sad!"

Sakurakoji expressed his dissatisfaction with his younger sister while glancing at the full-length mirror beside him out of the corner of his eye.

A stunningly handsome man with androgynous features was secretly glancing at him, two tufts of hair falling from his forehead just like those of Ya Shili.

His snow-white hair cascaded down to his hips, and his pure crimson eyes reflected everything in the world. His neatly tailored suit clung to his slightly slender frame without appearing bulky. To anyone, he was an elegant and refined young nobleman.

I've been in this world for over a decade now, even though my previous life started with a cataclysmic disaster and ended abruptly.

He had a gambling father, a promiscuous mother, a womanizing sister, a broken home, and a man who, after twenty years of hard work, finally got into a good university, found a good job, and died suddenly just before his fate was about to change.

But in this life, from the moment he opened his eyes, Sakurakoji Saikō knew he was in the bag.

My father is a member of a world-class conglomerate. Although he married into my mother's family, he still maintains a good family relationship with her.

My mother came from a traditional, large family. Although she was not well-liked at home, she used her strong will and extraordinary talent to break away from the family in her teens and establish her own household, whose assets were even greater than those of the main family. She had a remarkable track record of successfully turning the main family into a branch family and achieving a subordinate's rise to power.

As the eldest son of the family, it is no exaggeration to say that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Although it's not the typical time-traveler script of "both parents dead, owns a car and a house," does it matter? Could a typical urban novel's time-traveler, after a lifetime of struggle, reach his current starting point?

In particular, he not only inherited his parents' good looks, but also their outstanding talent, and he could quickly master anything.

Young, rich, handsome, talented, and with a harmonious and warm family relationship—this is simply a dreamlike, perfect start!

It can be said that all of this was something he could only dream of but could never achieve in his previous life.

Sometimes even he himself has to wonder: How can there be such a perfect person in the world?

Looking at himself in the mirror, Sakurakoji Saiko looked confused.

His own perfection almost made him fall in love with himself, and he was almost indifferent to other women.

Although the lack of the system required for reborn individuals made him feel like something was missing, so what?

Given these starting conditions, even if he keeps courting disaster, it will be very difficult for him to fall out of his social class and become an ordinary person.

"System? That's something only trash needs. True powerhouses don't need external aids!"

Sakurakoji was absolutely certain and utterly confident about this.

……

A few dozen minutes later,

Asahi tidied up the room briefly, gave a few words of instruction, and then left. Now, only Sakurakoji Saiki remains in the room.

"System Bro, are you there? I'm sorry, say something!"

"I admit I spoke too loudly just now. I'll change, I'll change, okay?"

"Moses Moses~"

Less than an hour after his earlier high spirits, Sakura Koji's talent had already worn off. He slumped over the large workbench, his eyes vacant, and involuntarily hummed softly.

The pain in his body was so real that it was more painful than being wrapped in a blanket embroidered with sharp needles. The continuous pain throughout his body, along with the constantly dancing nerves, was transmitted to his brain, making his consciousness somewhat blurred.

Stinging, dull, burning, cutting, bone-breaking, neuralgia... countless kinds of pain occurred simultaneously in different parts of his body, assaulting his senses and nearly causing him to collapse.

The overwhelming negative emotions, including sadness, anger, hatred, and suicidal thoughts, almost led him to choose to end his life.

At that moment, he hated that he had a brain, and if he could, he would want to die right now!

"No, no, no! This new life that I've finally started, don't think that this little bit of pain can make me give in!"

"This little bit of pain is nothing compared to my past life!"

Sakura Koji gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, blood seeping from his fingertips, beads of sweat trickling from his forehead, veins bulging on his pale arms, his already crimson eyes growing even deeper, and his frail body trembling uncontrollably.

"Will my current behavior look like a hypoglycemic episode to others? I hope it really is hypoglycemia."

In his hazy state of mind, he forced himself to shift his attention, trying to find a bittersweet moment in his thoughts.

Time crawls by like a snail, the second hand seems to have turned into the minute hand, and every second is so unbearable.

Fortunately, the symptoms came on quickly and went away just as quickly. After the intense peak ended, he gradually regained control of his body.

Although he still experiences physical pain and discomfort, it has decreased to a level that is acceptable to him.

He slowly sat up, let out a long sigh, and his eyes revealed a hint of fatigue and confusion.

"So you made it through this time too? It really wasn't a big deal after all. That's just how I am."

His once neat clothes were now soaked and wrinkled, but he forced a weak smile and let out a silent triumphant cheer.

After a while, Sakurakoji managed to prop himself up with his hands and staggered toward the bathroom.

Lying on my back facing the showerhead, the warm water flowed over my body, seemingly taking away some of the pain.

His life can be considered almost perfect.

Yes, almost, if you don't count this inexplicable illness.

He is ill, and seriously ill.

This inexplicable illness has been with him since birth, accompanying him through more than a decade.

Although we consulted some of the world's top doctors, we found nothing. Not only were there no treatment options, but we couldn't even determine the cause or the mechanism of the disease.

He had heard a joke in his past life: A doctor told a patient that his condition was very rare. The patient asked how rare it was, and the doctor said that they planned to name it after him.

Sakurakoji Saiki felt that he belonged to this category.

Although he has gradually gotten used to it, he is not a masochist. If he had to say, he should be considered a sadist... When will this kind of life end?

He splashed water on his cheeks, turned off the water, picked up a warm towel heated by the machine, and meticulously dried the water droplets off his body and hair. After confirming that he was basically clean, he carefully dried his hair with a hairdryer and meticulously combed each strand of his hair.

Fortunately, those symptoms were only occasional. Although he still suffered a lot in his daily life, he had gradually gotten used to it over the years. As long as death hadn't come, life would continue.

Living each minute to the fullest is his life motto.

He has particularly profound insights into appearance.

Natural beauty is certainly precious, but to maintain it, diligent effort is also essential.

Born into a family of designers, he understands better than most how much effort it takes to maintain a perfect appearance. Clothing and jewelry coordination are just the basics, daily hair and skincare are merely the beginning, and regular beauty treatments aren't exactly sophisticated.

Even with the best foundation, without comprehensive management from multiple dimensions, it will quickly decline with age.

Looking at his mother's white hair and red eyes in the mirror, Sakurakoji Saisai was lost in thought.