Chapter 1

[Kyoto Police HQ]

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"Mikami, congratulations for getting into the police force." A middle-aged man congratulated me.

"Thanks." I replied with a smile as I watched the man walk away.

You might think it is just a casual encounter that occurs daily, right?

No!

What would be your immediate reaction when you fell asleep in one of the boring lectures in college and suddenly woke up in a completely unfamiliar area?

My first reaction was stress; my blood pressure immediately jumped by a few tens of mm Hg. After all, I thought I was kidnapped, but soon I came to the realization that if I were kidnapped, then I wouldn't be sitting at a desk in the police station reception.

Then am I arrested for some crime that I didn't know I committed?

But this conclusion is also incorrect; if I were arrested, I wouldn't be wearing a police uniform, nor would I be sitting on a desk with the name plate of Mikami Sōsuke.

Wait a minute, didn't that man call me Mikami?

I immediately searched my table to find something that was reflective, and soon I found a razor knife, which was fairly reflective. Looking at it, I saw what I looked like.

The most distinct part was my snow-like white hair and an intense pair of crimson eyes that glared at the sharp blade. Despite my Asian name, I seemed to have a Slavic face with sharp and angular features. While it might not be the most handsome face, it did have a unique charm to it, like a rugged delinquent.

I put the razor knife down and took a deep breath.

"It happened," I murmur, my voice echoing within myself.

In the grand tapestry of the Otakuverse, it was none other than the legendary phenomenon that every weeb dreamed of, from the chunni boy who discovered his wee-wee for the first time to the tentacle-spawning hentai degenerate. 

"I've been reincarnated." The words hang heavy in the air, a confession to a truth that defies all logic and all reason.

"In another world," I continue, my voice barely above a whisper. The phrase rolls off my tongue, a mantra of the impossible. Yet, here I am, standing and breathing.

"Another world," I repeat, the words taking on a life of their own.

A soft voice interrupted my reverie as I was lost in thought.

"Sōsuke-san, Superintendent Nakamura has called you to his cabin." 

I turned and saw a tomboyish-looking, gentle woman wearing a police uniform. She had brown eyes and short brown hair. Upon examining her name badge, I got to know that her name is Akane Tsunemori, and she wore a police officer's insignia on her shoulder, indicating that, similar to myself, she was a rookie.

I nodded at her and navigated myself to the cabin of Sozen Nakamura. As for how I know the superintendent's name, I learned his name from the memories of my predessor.

Mikami Sōsuke, a 20-year-old man, has recently completed his studies at the police academy and subsequently joined the Japanese police force through direct recruitment. Fifteen years ago, his father passed away while on duty, and his mother passed away during childbirth. Following the demise of his father, Mikami was raised in a specialized government-operated orphanage, specifically catering to the offspring of decreased police officers.

Eventually, he enrolled in the police academy. Upon completing his studies at the academy, he swiftly secured a job as a police officer due to his father's unfortunate demise while on duty all those years ago, which facilitated his entry without the need for an exam.

It was supposed to be his first day, but seemingly out of nowhere, he died due to a heart attack. The moment he died, I woke up in this world in his place as Mikami Sōsuke.

I entered Superintendent Nakamura's cabin and was greeted by a stern-looking man in his late forties. He glanced up from his work, his gaze piercing yet thoughtful.

"Ah, Mikami-kun, I've been expecting you," Sozen Nakamura said, his voice gentle yet commanding. "Please, have a seat."

I took a seat in front of his desk, trying to maintain my composure.

"I trust you've had some time to acclimate yourself to your new surroundings," he asked, his eyes studying me intently.

"Yes, sir," I replied honestly. "It's been quite a hassle, to say the least."

"Haha. Like father, like son. Your response is exactly the same as that of your father 25 years ago." He chucked as his eyes gleamed with nostalgia.

"Anyways, back to the topic," Chief Inspector Nakamura said, leaning back in his chair. "I know you've been through a lot, but I assure you, you're here for a reason, just like we all are."

"I have been a member of the Japanese Police Force for twenty-five years, Mikami-kun. Throughout my entire tenure in this organization, I have only ever regretted not being able to save your father—or rather, my best friend. Your father and I both enlisted at the same time following our graduation from the police academy, and he was not only one of the most skilled recruits at the time, but he was also kind and brave, fighting for a cause." As he continued, regret suddenly filled his eyes: "And died for the same one."

I felt awkward and did not know what to say, so I remained silent and maintained a solemn expression.

"Hehe, I apologize for dragging you through this; it was just the pain of old wounds coming to the surface again. Unlike this old man, you still have your entire life to live, so do not worry about this young man."

I gave him a small smile; it seems Nakamura is indeed a good man and has been an old friend of my father—something even original Mikami didn't know, but it didn't matter.

"Here is your posting letter, Mikami-kun; I hope you do well, and remember that anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm. You are dismissed."

After he dismissed me, I gave him a formal salute before leaving his cabin and going to the toilet. I was holding myself together for a long time. The toilet was empty. I stood in front of an empty urinal, unzipped my pants, and exposed my new schlong.

"Damm, this is big—far bigger than what I used to have."

I sighed to myself, realizing that life had definitely taken a turn for the worse. The most unexpected thing was how at ease I was in spite of everything; it was an odd and difficult-to-explain feeling. 

"Anyway, I might as well consider this to be a new chapter in my life and move on."

[Welcome, Officer Mikami Sōsuke.]

[You have been chosen to serve in the Isekai Police System (IPS), an interdimensional law enforcement agency tasked with maintaining order across the multiverse. As an IPS officer, you will be responsible for apprehending interdimensional criminals and ensuring the stability of the multiverse. Embrace your new identity and fulfill your duty as an IPS officer.]

[Good Luck.]

{Status}

Identity Number: 23452

True Name: Mikami Sōsuke

Rank: Recruit [1-Star] 

Level: 1 (00.00%) (Represent your current level)

Health (Hp): 100% This cannot be fully estimated. Depending on how severe the injury is, the value varies.)

Mana: 900. (Intelligence x 50; The rate of mana recovery is 90 points per minute.)

Strength: 18. (Related to attack power.)

Agility: 21. (Related to movement and attack speed.)

Vitality: 11. (Related to defense and abnormal status resistance and health.)

Intelligence: 18. (Related to magic attacks and perception.)

Charm: 7. (Related to socialization and summoning.)

Luck: 5. (Related to obtaining objects and success rate of making items, this is hard to upgrade; please cherish the opportunity to upgrade it.)

Attribute Points: 0

Remark: The standard of an adult male is 5 points, and luck is 1 point.

{Traits}

[Apathetic] ---> [Cold Blooded] You possess a complete lack of empathy. Increased resistance to mental and physical attacks. Your critical thinking has drastically increased.

[Human(Advance)] --> [Human(Perfect)] You are a human who is fit and well-trained. But now that you have reached the pinnacle of perfection, you no longer possess any of humanity's flaws.

[Combat Prodigy] --> [Martial Arts Master] You are unusually talented at fighting. All combat skills gain 40% more EXP. You gain combat recognition.

{Unique Skill}

[Preservance]

Increases the recovery rate of the user's stamina, mana, healing, etc. By a factor of 10, the recovery rate increases. This multiplier can be increased with training.

[? (?)] (Locked)

You are???????

[Blessings from Above]

You are bound for greatness since you have the blessings of transcendent force. You view the world as a player would. You have the mind and body of a gamer. Grants the skill [Harvest]. Greatly increased resistance to mental effects.

{Skills}

[Kenjutsu Proficiency (Novice) --> (Apprentice)] Your swordsmanship is considerably skilled.

[Combat Precognition (Novice)] You can read the patterns of your opponents' attacks and occasionally predict their next move.

[Marksman Proficiency (Novice) --> (Apprentice)] You know the basics of how to use ranged weaponry.

[Harvest (Novice)] Passively allows you to gain EXP from defeated enemies. Allows you to steal one of a defeated foe's skills or traits, ignoring all requirements and retaining their mastery level. Limit of one harvested skill or trait equipped at a time; the limit can be increased as your proficiency in skill increases.

{Tip: While personal information is valuable for estimating the player's personal skill, it does not reflect the player's fighting power. Keep in mind that while those abilities will have an impact on the player's body, attributes do not control all aspects of combat.}

[A new case has been assigned to you!]

"Ayo, what the fuck?"

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A/N: It has been a long time since I wrote a fanfic, and I have definitely gotten rusty. However, the fire within me continues to burn brightly, so here I am attempting something unique; let us see how this goes.