MTL - The Crazy Forensic Doctor Consort - v2 Chapter 1700 You can’t look down on it.

Transmigrating to an anime mashup world, Yoshida Tenya thought that a relaxed and pleasant life awaited him! But then he met them...Takanashi Rikka: My evil king's true eye is the strongest!Yotsuya Miko: Yoshida-san, can you see them too?Yukinoshita Yukino: I like cats, but that doesn't mean I want to become a cat!Kato Megumi: Can Tenya-kun notice me?Alisa: милый (cute)Kuchiki Rukia: Tenya, you are very suitable to be a substitute shinigami!Tenya: I just want to get a treasure chest! Is that too much to ask for?[Ding!][Extracting SSS-Rank treasure chest: Conqueror's Haki][Extracting SSS-Rank treasure chest: Zanpakuto: Zangetsu][Extracting S-Rank treasure chest: Mangekyo Sharingan][Extracting S-Rank treasure chest: Ice-Make]

The Emperor had issued an official decree to appoint a successor to the throne—one who would become the next ruler of the empire.But instead of a direct appointment, the successor would be determined through a formal battle among the princes and princesses.A battle that would drag in many factions, overflow with conspiracies, claim countless lives, and reshape the entire continent... was about to begin.But among the contenders, there was one prince who had no intention of fighting—Nolan.Handsome, lazy, and utterly annoying, Nolan was well-known for the many unflattering titles given to him by those around him.Nolan: “Fighting to become emperor? Please... I just want to relax and enjoy life.”Rather than compete, he convinced his twin sister to fight in his place while he supported her from behind the scenes.Nolan: “My dear sister, I leave my future in your capable hands!”And with that, the prince’s journey toward a life of leisure—relying entirely on his sister—officially began.

When I cleared the final chapter of a game that was a national failure, I became an unnamed side character in it.

A non-standard, unmeasurable, EX rank supporting character.

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?