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Detective Conan: The Teyvat Syndicate

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Death from overwork was just the beginning for Natsume. Reawakening in the perilous, murder-filled world of Detective Conan, she is tasked by a mysterious System to fix a critical glitch: the Black Organization is too powerful, and the world is on the brink of collapse. Her cheat? The Genshin Impact Role-Playing System. By pulling character cards, Natsume can summon the beloved heroes of Teyvat into the modern world, splitting her consciousness to control them and utilizing their elemental powers to tip the scales of fate. To survive and complete her mission, Natsume establishes the 'Teyvat Organization,' a shadowy third faction that operates right under the noses of both the police and the criminal underworld. Soon, Alhaitham is infiltrating the Black Organization to earn a codename, Xiangling is serving up Slime-based dishes to the Detective Boys, and Kaeya is negotiating high-stakes deals with Bourbon and Gin. Meanwhile, the brilliant but perpetually baffled Conan Edogawa is losing his mind trying to deduce the scientific logic behind glowing 'glass beads' and impossible locked-room mysteries. But the Conan world is full of unpredictable variables, and Natsume isn't the only anomaly. When a mysterious, high-ranking Black Organization executive codenamed 'Cointreau' appears with golden eyes and blonde hair, Natsume realizes her missing brother Aether might have beaten her to this world by forty years. With the FBI, the Black Organization, and a shrinking detective all closing in on Teyvat's secrets, can Natsume balance the scales of justice, or will her growing family be caught in the crossfire? [Raw: 在名柯建立提瓦特组织] [TAGS & CATEGORY] Category: Fanfiction - Anime & Comics Tags: Action, Adventure, System, Transmigration, Overpowered, Magic, Weak to Strong, Villain, Revenge, Reincarnation Topic: #DETECTIVECONAN #GENSHINIMPACT #CROSSOVER #SYSTEM #ORGANIZATIONBUILDING
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