[Multiverse] I Became The Prime Minister In A Mashed Up Anime World

In Toru Fujiwara's memory, it seemed that in the world of Detective Conan, Vermouth and Gin shared a physical relationship.

But at this moment, Toru Fujiwara could prove that this was false. At least in the world he traveled through, this was impossible.

Vermouth had never been involved with any man. She had proven her inexperience in this regard just last night.

Vermouth suddenly dropped the small special pistol in her hand.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in her underwear, she exhaled smoke from a lady's cigarette, her slender fingers holding it with ease, showing her defenselessness to Toru Fujiwara.

"Giving up?" Fujiwara Toru asked from the sofa, holding the pistol steady in his hand.

"I don't think I can take down a top agent who could eliminate a drug cartel from this distance with an underpowered pistol."

Vermouth raised her delicate chin, exhaling a puff of smoke, acknowledging the truth.

Fujiwara Toru was considered as dangerous as FBI's Shuichi Akai in the organization's internal rankings.

While Akai was an expert marksman, especially skilled in sniping, Fujiwara Toru wasn't as talented in shooting, but his overall skills far exceeded Akai's. Still, in the eyes of the organization, Fujiwara Toru posed a lesser threat. This was because Akai had been actively investigating the organization, while Fujiwara Toru had no interest in it.

Therefore, the organization had no intent to kill Fujiwara Toru but rather to test if he could be recruited by Belmode. Even if recruitment failed, there was no reason to make an enemy of such a rising star in the CIA.

Unlike pure politicians, no matter how powerful a politician was, they could be eliminated. But if someone with immense combat power was assassinated and the attempt failed, the organization would face endless retaliation. The organization was already in turmoil, and they didn't want to add more chaos.

Vermouth reflected on the past year.

Under the organization's orders, she met Fujiwara Toru at a celebrity charity event, assuming the identity of Chris Wynyard.

On the surface, Fujiwara Toru appeared to be just the adopted son of the current CIA director. He was simply a high school student with outstanding academic performance, no visible ties to the CIA.

After their first meeting, they grew close, and through a serial killer case, Fujiwara Toru saved her life. From that moment, Vermouth's feelings for him began to change.

No longer seeing him as just a mission, Vermouth began to view Fujiwara Toru as someone she genuinely cared for, her feelings evolving over time. It wasn't until yesterday that she invited him to her hotel room, boldly making love to him.

But the man she had embraced and shared pleasure with last night now sat across from her, gun in hand, this early morning. The confrontation left Vermouth feeling bitter and drained.

It turned out he had known her true identity all along. People like her didn't deserve the blessing of angels.

She had known the dangers of engaging emotionally with a top CIA agent, but still, she'd walked into it like a moth to a flame.

Most people, unlike the cold-blooded few, would find light even in the darkest moments.

Vermouth sighed inwardly, acknowledging her sentimental nature.

Sometimes, she envied Gin—his cold, unwavering nature made everything simpler. There were no conflicts, no confusion.

"Boy, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill me?" Vermouth asked calmly. Though there was fear in her eyes, it was the fear of death, a natural instinct.

She knew her life had been full of wrongs, and she had killed many. If Fujiwara Toru killed her here, she'd have no complaints. It might even be a form of redemption.

Fujiwara Toru didn't respond to her question. He took the opportunity to add points from his "golden finger" system.

After adding 1 point to his physical fitness, his attributes increased to 11.

Now, Fujiwara Toru was beginning to push the limits of human potential.

However, based on years of research, Fujiwara Toru knew that these points wouldn't provide an immediate effect; he'd still need hard practice. This was just the upper limit of his capabilities.

In addition to the physical fitness boost, he received 1 point in S-level skills.

Fujiwara Toru casually opened the sports skills menu and selected "Karate."

What skill to choose in the Detective Conan world? There was no need to think—karate was a perfect choice. It was like a cheat skill. Hadn't he seen Kyogoku Makoto? He was like a Super Saiyan in this world.

On Fujiwara Toru's panel, his karate skill was listed as 'A,' the highest level he could reach without S-level skill points.

But when he watched videos of Kyogoku Makoto's matches, Fujiwara Toru realized he still couldn't match him.

Kyogoku Makoto's karate was clearly at an S-level, near a transcendent level. Makoto's destructive power meant that his physical fitness was just as impressive, a natural gap Fujiwara Toru couldn't easily bridge.

Fortunately, with his "golden finger," Fujiwara Toru had now reached S-level karate. He had the opportunity to break through human limitations.

After serious training, he believed he could surpass Kyogoku Makoto, the strongest in the Detective Conan universe.

Fujiwara Toru snapped back to reality and tightened his grip on the gun's trigger.

Vermouth remained calm, but Fujiwara Toru had no intention of firing.

He had no grudge with the Black Organization, so there was no reason to kill Vermouth and make an enemy of them.

Moreover, there was no need to kill a woman who had real feelings for him, someone who had even given herself to him.

Why was Fujiwara Toru so sure of Vermouth's feelings for him?

Because he had received S-level skill points from her!

Of course, the most important thing was that Vermouth had never been hostile toward him, and she had never thought to attack him.

Just then, Toru Fujiwara's phone rang, playing Taylor Swift's Love Story.

At the same time, a strange, nursery rhyme-like song rang from Vermouth's phone.

Both of them looked at each other, picked up their phones, and answered simultaneously.

"Boss!"

The caller on Fujiwara Toru's phone was his adoptive father, CIA director.

Hearing Vermouth's words, Toru Fujiwara was taken aback. The person calling her was none other than the mysterious leader of the Black Organization!

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