Over in the Land of Sakura, Chun-Li was undergoing an intense martial arts training session.
Overcome by a sudden surge of excitement from the Diary’s revelations, her control slipped during her signature Hyakuretsukyaku technique.
The torrential barrage of kicks sent her sparring partner flying across the dojo, crashing hard into the floor while coughing up blood.
Chun-Li gasped, rushing over with an apologetic bow: “I am so terribly sorry!
I was completely distracted by a sudden thought and lost control of my force.”
“Please forgive me!
I have an urgent personal matter that requires my immediate departure, but I promise to offer a formal apology the moment I return.”
Before her sparring partner could even respond, she sprinted toward the police precinct headquarters to submit an immediate leave request to her commanding officer: “Reporting in!
I must depart for the Land of Ke immediately.”
“This operation will likely require an extended duration.”
“I formally request that leadership approve my extended leave.”
“However, let me make one thing absolutely clear: whether this request is approved or rejected, I am boarding that transport regardless.”
“Even if this insubordination leads to my immediate termination, I am going!”
Her core motivation for joining Interpol had always been to uncover evidence against M.
Bison to avenge her father’s death.
Yet now, a tangible path toward true resurrection had appeared before her eyes.
Every other objective in her life naturally took an immediate backseat.
Avenging her father could wait for another day; securing the means to bring him back to life was the supreme, absolute priority.
Her commanding officer stared at her in utter astonishment.
This was the first time in his entire career that a subordinate had submitted a leave request with such fierce, non-negotiable defiance.
That was not a request for permission—it was an absolute unilateral declaration.
For a moment, the supervisor wondered which of them was actually holding the higher rank.
The sheer reversal of professional hierarchy was completely unprecedented.
Across the globe, countless heroines were overtaken by similar fervor, mobilizing toward the Land of Ke driven by their own deepest personal desires to hunt down Hayashi Rin.
Meanwhile, the text on the Diary pages continued to materialize.
[Alright, I’ve given you all the rundown on my first reward, so let’s officially kick off today’s diary entry.]
[I’m getting pretty comfortable with this daily diary routine.
Based on my past novel-reading experience, the core meat of a diary entry is basically dropping future plot spoilers, right?]
[Specifically, breaking down the major future events that await all you primary heroines.]
[Since I’m currently lounging within the Land of Ke, most of you probably assume I’m going to spoil the major plotlines native to this region.]
[Ran, I bet you’re thinking the exact same thing, aren’t you?]
[You’re definitely sitting there holding your breath, waiting for me to reveal where Shinichi Kudō is hiding right now.]
[Well, I’m intentionally keeping my lips sealed.]
[I just want to see if that gets under your skin.]
At that very moment, Sonoko Suzuki and Kazuha Tōyama were desperately pinning down each of Ran Mōri’s arms: “Ran, please calm down!”
Staring at the shattered remnants of the wooden table—reduced to kindling by a single emotional strike from Ran—the two girls pleaded frantically: “Ran, stay calm!
This Diary is completely indestructible, and if you keep unleashing your strength, the whole building is going to collapse!”
“Let go of me!
This guy is way too arrogant, and he better pray I never pin down his coordinates!”
“The moment I find him, I’m giving him a full-power 360 Spinning Kick to the jaw!”
Watching Ran’s eyes practically blaze with wrath, Sonoko and Kazuha could not help but worry for Hayashi Rin’s physical safety.
Both girls thought simultaneously: ‘Will the day he gets found literally become the day he gets buried?’
They spared a silent moment of genuine pity for the diary author.
‘Why would he deliberately poke the hornet’s nest?
Taunting Ran like that without any fear of being pulverized is reckless beyond belief.’
Then again, given how insufferably cocky his tone was, he honestly had a beating coming to him.
Once they finally managed to soothe Ran’s temper, the trio turned their eyes back to the manuscript.
[Of course, that was just a harmless little joke aimed at Ran.]
[The real reason I’m not bothering to spoil the overarching plot of Case Closed is because the overarching narrative honestly doesn’t have much substance to spoil in the first place.]
[Before I transmigrated, the anime had already been running for thirty real-world years across more than a thousand episodes.
Yet Ran remains a perpetual high schooler, Conan Edogawa hasn’t grown an inch taller, and every single character seems entirely frozen in biological stasis.]
[Across more than a thousand episodes of runtime, the central plot barely inches forward.
The vast majority of the story is just an endless, repetitive loop of random murder cases and episodic investigations.]
[Fans back in my home world classified it as an ‘endless serial,’ meaning audiences would likely grow old without ever seeing a definitive conclusion or the permanent return of Shinichi Kudō.]
[As long as the franchise continues printing massive commercial profits, the production industry will never allow the narrative to reach a final conclusion.]
[The shadow war between Shinichi Kudō and the Black Organization is the sole, critical backbone of the entire series.]
[The moment Shinichi Kudō dismantles the Black Organization, the anime series is forced to officially conclude.]
[It is purely due to these corporate financial incentives that the story drags on without a visible horizon.]
[Across thirty full years of broadcasting, Ran hasn’t even managed to graduate high school.
Logically speaking, that fact is utterly absurd.]
[With over a thousand episodes logged, even if Kogoro Mōri resolved only one homicide per day, the canonical timeline should have spanned at least three full years by now.]
[Yet both Ran and Sonoko Suzuki remain permanently enrolled as high school students.]
[Meanwhile, Conan Edogawa and Ayumi Yoshida remain perpetual elementary schoolers.]
[The narrative logic of fictional media often throws rational realism entirely out the window.]
Reading that breakdown, Ran Mōri, Sonoko Suzuki, and the others froze in absolute bewilderment: “How could it be that we haven’t graduated high school in thirty whole years?!”
“Is our academic performance considered that completely hopeless?!”
“And Conan and Ayumi really haven’t grown physically at all…”
“This is completely beyond all rational common sense.”
“Did this guy record false information, or does this imply that we naturally possessed innate biological immortality all along?”
Nezuko Kamado: ‘They haven’t aged a single day in thirty years…
does that mean they are Demons too?’
Tsunade: ‘This phenomenon is extraordinary.
Retaining one’s physical youth across three decades without aging…
has everyone in that land mastered the Strength of a Hundred Technique?’
Rangiku Matsumoto: ‘Their physical forms remain entirely unchanged across thirty years.
Could it be that the mortal inhabitants of the Land of Ke share the same spiritual lifespan properties as residents of the Soul Society?’
‘Does every individual there naturally possess a lifespan spanning centuries or millennia?’
Vermouth: ‘What bitter irony.
If we naturally possess innate agelessness, why has our Organization spent decades pouring blood and fortune into researching the Immortality Elixir?’
‘Or is this unique temporal anomaly restricted purely to a select group of focal individuals?’
The revelation sparked profound confusion and a deep sense of surreal irrationality throughout the minds of the reading heroines.
Driven by an irresistible urge for answers, they kept their eyes fixed on the unfolding text.
[However, I believe that now that I have physically arrived in this reality, the world’s underlying framework must adhere to logical consistency, meaning the flow of time in this detective world ought to progress normally from now on.]
[I suspect that the vast majority of irrelevant, filler murder cases will be automatically filtered out and erased by the world’s self-correcting logic.]
[Eighty to ninety percent of those disconnected episodic homicides likely won’t even exist in this reality, though the exact parameters remain to be seen.]
[Still, evaluating it objectively, the underlying nature of this detective realm is something that has always left me utterly speechless.]
[If you claim the culprits lack intelligence, the elaborate murder tricks and contraptions they engineer often showcase jaw-dropping complexity.]
[Yet if you claim they possess genuine genius, the petty motives and reckless behaviors they display in reality often reflect complete and utter psychological instability.]
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