Conan: Top succubus, crazy CP

He was about to open the gift from the witch when the familiar, emotionless notification tone suddenly rang in his ears:

"Ding, it is detected that an item around the host has been randomly strengthened. Please select the direction to be strengthened."

"Ok?"

Hanyu Kusunoki blinked and paused.

"System, today is my birthday. Where is my birthday present?"

While complaining, he immersed his consciousness into the system interface.

[Random Item: A retro dial telephone from the corner of the host's living room]

Strengthening direction 1: "Cognitive Hazard Phone (Safe Level)" from the SCP Foundation world.

Calling any number has a high probability of connecting you to an unknown entity that appears normal and can answer most of your current questions. The information provided by this entity is a mixture of truth and falsehood, and calls lasting more than three minutes may cause minor cognitive biases and logical confusion.

(Knowledge has a price, and chaos is part of the fun)

This option costs 1 Spirit Point.

"SCP? Or cognitohazard?"

Hanyu Kusunoki raised an eyebrow. "Is this my birthday present? System, are you sure you're not messing with me? Do you want me to go straight to a mental hospital for further studies after my birthday?"

Strengthening direction two: "Trans-space Communicator" from a certain interstellar company.

You can contact a random point in the past or future timeline. You might get a tearful call from your childhood self, or be yelled at by your future self, "Stop hitting on my wife Ben!"

(Time Ripple Warning! Please do not reveal your lottery numbers to your past self. Violators will face heavy fines from the Time Administration. — Xinghai Group Co., Ltd.)

This option costs 5 Spirit Points.

"Lottery..."

Hanyu Kusunoki said MMP but didn't know whether she should say it or not.

Except for someone like Xiaolan who has been kissed by the goddess of luck, even if he has the ability to predict the future, he cannot be sure that he will win the prize 100%.

Is that something that ordinary people can get?

That's a statistical miracle!

Enhancement direction three: "Enhanced Telephone Booth" invented in the 22nd century.

Pick up the receiver and say "What if..." to create a world that meets the hypothetical conditions (not a parallel world, directly overwriting the current reality). When the wish is fulfilled, the phone booth will ring and the world line will change at this moment. (Each use will consume a large amount of spiritual energy, so please make wishes carefully to avoid causing cosmic bugs)

(Doraemon Department Store wishes you a happy birthday~)

This option costs 10 Spirit Points.

"System, strengthen the third option."

"Ding, strengthening is successful."

Choose in seconds, without any hesitation.

Looking at the third option, Hanyu Kusunoki's pupils shrank slightly and his breathing almost stopped for a moment.

[Enhanced version of the phone booth]!

Able to directly create a world that meets the hypothetical conditions and change the world line!

This is exactly the prop he has been waiting for for a long time, which truly touches the level of causality. Compared with the first two options that are either dangerous or too random, this is undoubtedly the birthday gift given to him by the system that best suits his wishes and is most worthy of today's joy!

He glanced at the simple instruction manual that came to mind.

The amount of spiritual energy consumed after using it once was truly terrifying, almost draining his family's wealth.

But compared with the almost "word-by-word" effect it can bring, this price is simply worth it.

This is a magical artifact that can modify reality!

In the distance, the gentle and attentive Mingmei seemed to notice his brief moment of distraction and the subtle change in his breath. She came over with a glass of juice and asked with concern:

"Master Hanyu, what's wrong? Are you tired?"

Hanyu Kusunoki quickly suppressed his outward emotions and turned back to give her a gentle smile: "Nothing, just something that suddenly occurred to me. You guys go play first, I'll be right there."

The little maid had no doubts and nodded obediently.

After watching Mingmei leave, Hanyu Kusunoki took a deep breath and walked towards the relatively quiet front yard.

Along the way, he felt extremely calm.

In the front yard, moonlight poured down like mercury.

Next to Popona’s childlike little house, a retro-style red and white telephone booth suddenly appeared.

It stands there quietly, emitting a soft and mysterious light from within. It is both out of tune with the surrounding environment and yet seems to be supposed to be there.

Hanyu Kusunoki walked to the telephone booth, opened the door and walked in. In the small space, only the old-fashioned dial phone was emitting a faint light.

He reached out and took the cold receiver.

Just as he was about to put the receiver to his ear and say the "if" he had been thinking about for a long time, his movements suddenly stopped.

He kept picking up the receiver, but his eyes seemed to penetrate the red glass of the telephone booth and look somewhere in the void, or more accurately, at the vast dark plane within his body.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a meaningful arc, and he spoke in a clear and calm voice:

"Queen Kesha, you've watched this drama unfold for so long... from the activation of the angel gene to this grand drama today... are you still satisfied with me, a 'wild' and unruly angel?"

As soon as the words fell, the phone booth fell into silence.

Only the faint busy tone from the receiver, indicating that the call was connected, sounded regularly.

One second, two seconds...

It seemed like a century had passed.

The laughter coming from the backyard seemed distant and vague at this moment.

After a long moment, a female voice, ethereal, majestic, and with a sacred resonance, yet also hinting at a subtle laziness and a faint laugh, resounded directly from the depths of his consciousness, or rather, from the resonance of his angelic genes:

"Little guy...it seems like you've finally discovered me?"

This sound comes with reverberation and holy light background, which makes it look very cool.

The curve of Hanyu Kusunoki's mouth became more pronounced, with a hint of angelic pride and insight:

"Of course... In the eyes of angels, there are no real secrets, Your Majesty."

There was a brief silence.

That sacred voice sounded again, with a hint of approval, a hint of amusement, and a hint of... anticipation?

"Interesting answer. So, pick up the phone, little one. Let me see what you want to do with this 'birthday present'... something shocking."

The tone of voice gave the impression of encouraging one's naughty children to conduct interesting experiments.

Hanyu Kusunoki's gaze, through the glass of the telephone booth, seemed to penetrate layers of spatial barriers and look at the endless night sky, or perhaps, look at the more distant and deeper depths of the universe.

There, perhaps there is a pair of eyes that see through everything, quietly watching everything that happens here.

He hesitated no more.

Hold the handset to your ear.

His lips moved slightly, and he spoke clearly and slowly, the "if" that would change everything:

"If... this world were to become an 'absolutely hidden world' that could not be observed in any form by any known or unknown being, in any form or dimension."

"Dingling bell~~~"

The crisp ringtone rang leisurely in the phone booth, beside his ears, and in the quiet front yard.

(End of the book)

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(Well, when I typed the last three words, I was also in a trance. I felt reluctant and confused. I was stunned for a long time, but finally this day came.

The young author had thought of this ending when he wrote the first chapter, and it is also something our young master Hanyu would do, but he didn't expect it to take so long to write.

从2024年4月28号，到2025年10月20号。

More than a year has passed.

I stumbled along the way, and wrote more than 200 million words, at least 100 million of which were written in the small dark room. Every time I just had some traffic, I was locked up in the small dark room. It’s really amazing when you think about it.

This is the young author's first book.

I just wanted to write it for fun at first.

Maybe it was because he saw the first comment, maybe it was because he saw the first positive review, or maybe it was because he had promised the greats that he would write more than a million words and would never give up, anyway, the young author actually persisted.

The young author should now be able to ask:

The young author lived up to everyone’s expectations, didn’t he?

From the very beginning until now, I have carefully read every review from the greats. In the beginning, I would get angry because of some inexplicable negative reviews, such as "the male protagonist becomes a eunuch? Give away a girl? These are the kind of negative reviews that make people feel helpless.

However, the young author has made some progress.

Now I can just laugh off those negative reviews, but every time I see everyone’s positive reviews, I still feel happy and can’t help but read them twice in my mind. This is probably the motivation that has kept the young author going until now.

Of course, the young author still wants to apologize to those who hope that the young author can continue writing.

Due to some censorship reasons, the plot that many of you want to see is not that the author does not want to continue writing, but that he is unable to write it. If he writes it, it will be blocked. I am really sorry.

The young author can only work hard on the next book.

Oops, I said too much without realizing it.

So let's end it here.

Finally, the author would like to thank you all for your support and companionship along the way. It is you who have witnessed the author's growth. The author will definitely not forget you all.

Clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as they are.

The road ahead is long, but we will meet again.)