The Honkai Card Drawing Destiny System

Narukami Ri. Is an honorable undercover agent. After bidding farewell to his five unlucky fellow trainees, Narukami Ri turned around and stepped into the Black Organization, becoming an undercover agent. On his first day at work, he was approached by a cheat— A character gacha system, just what you deserve! **[Blue Sparrow – Life has its own attitude, but retreat is never an option in mahjong!]** Narukami Ri "diligently" worked on missions, aiming not for merit but to avoid mistakes—so much so that flipping through thirty pages of the organization's roster wouldn’t reveal his name. Slacking off was his forte—work could never compare to mahjong! The Tianquan Jade unexpectedly became quite popular among the lower ranks of the organization. With Qingque’s personality firmly in hand and naturally being a mahjong enthusiast, Narukami Ri’s weekly work logs left informants questioning their lives. Monday: Played mahjong. Tuesday: Played mahjong with friends. Wednesday: Played mahjong with friends... and their friends. Thursday: Went on a mission—played mahjong with colleagues along the way. Friday: Played mahjong with Vermouth and Gin. Wait, slacking off at work was one thing—but who did you just say you played mahjong with?! ...Vermouth and Gin?! The informant clutched the intel—cosmos, cat memes, explosion.jpg. Thinking it was just an ordinary undercover gig, Narukami Ri somehow bizarrely earned the trust of a string of high-ranking members in the Black Organization. He thought he could keep slacking— Then he was sent to infiltrate a small organization in Yokohama. **[Blade – Flowers of the other shore bloom—what price must sin repay?]** After wiping out a small organization in Yokohama, a certain bandage-wearing weirdo picked up a child. Golden-red eyes, clutching a shattered sword. The red silk ribbons on his earrings, his icy, lifeless gaze—he longed for death, yet remained shackled to life. Interesting. So very interesting! Thus, the Port Mafia gained a sharp blade—coincidentally, his name was Blade. Narukami Ri, accompanying a certain bandage-wearing guy on river swims, tree workouts, and neck exercises: Can’t die. Absolutely impossible to die! He thought a second infiltration was already bizarre enough—but then came something even more absurd— Mr. Mori decided to send an undercover agent into the world of jujutsu. Narukami Ri, the only one with cursed energy, was dispatched again. **[Yomi – May we weep for the departed.]** "Where… is this?" A dazed boy in a long coat, his violet eyes hollow. A nodachi manifested behind him—an emissary capable of cleaving even the eight million gods had stepped into Jujutsu High. Tengen stayed silent as a mouse. Gojo’s Six Eyes crashed into an abyssal sun. He gained a new "student." Surely there couldn’t be more undercover missions now?! Juggling four roles, Narukami Ri worked one job while drawing four salaries, tearfully achieving financial freedom. But fate loves a good joke. A certain unscrupulous teacher shoved a stack of documents into his hands, informing him that the Vongola Famiglia was organizing an exchange program with the jujutsu world. …Huh? At least it’s not another undercover mission… right? Summoned in the dead of night by a bunch of old geezers bombarding him with instructions while still embodying Huangquan’s personality, Narukami Ri absorbed absolutely nothing. Ah well… they’re all just detritus anyway. Burning one technique point, Narukami Ri tossed the matter aside. **[Placer Gold – Nothing at all… or everything.]** A lucky young man raked in billions overnight in the underworld, alarming countless factions. The Vongola "rescued" him from a pack of wolves, but the boy merely flashed a carefree smile, the delicate ribbons on his hat still perfectly intact. "Friends, don’t you think Vongola could use a financial consultant?" He snapped his fingers, grinning wildly. "Coincidentally, I’ve got some expertise—care to give it a shot?" Tsuna promptly hired this dazzling little peacock. He thought it would finally end there. **[Aotsu – By decree, vanquish demons.]** Sent back to the Taisho era by a ten-year bazooka, faced with flesh-eating demons, the trembling fox-eared boy clutched his tail, tears pooling as he screamed and bolted. The Demon Slayer Corps finished off every demon before they could even find his hiding spot. Just as he relaxed, a new demon lunged— So—so scary! Tail! Tail-ge! Help!!! What seemed like a frail boy suddenly brandished a banner—the Corps’ morale skyrocketed, all ailments vanished— Wait, isn’t regeneration supposed to be exclusive to demons?! We pull out a healer-support Huohuo—how do you counter that? **[Ruan Mei – Deconstruct, reconstruct, questioning life’s terminus.]** Finally back in modern times, barely registering his surroundings before rabbit-suited soldiers surrounded him. …Crap. He’d landed somewhere dangerous. The Golden King had aged, yet calamity brewed silently in the storm. "The essence of life..." The boy pinned up his hair with a hairpin, embroidered sleeves perfectly merging ancient grace with modern science. "A fleeting existence can be eternal. If you wish to survive, I’d be glad to assist." Securing a state-sanctioned position—Narukami Ri’s soul left his body. After all that running around… he ended up right back where he started?! Wait—wasn’t he originally sent undercover by the authorities?! —————— Having died too young in his past life, forced to watch the tragedy of "5-4=0" unfold as a ghost hovering beside Zero, this time, Narukami Ri vowed to change their fates. Perfect timing—his cheat was right— Damn it, Zero, why did you join the organization again?! Staring at the shock and clenched fists of two people in the Whiskey group across from him— Narukami Ri: Can I… still quit? Every organization he’d "infiltrated": Yes! Absolutely!!! Synopsis archived: 8.17 More characters will appear as the story progresses!