I am thinking that the next world will be from the Kobayashi Dragon's Maid. This arc might take a while, so let me give you a preview first, as I am thinking of him returning to the JJK, then going to the Fairy Tail after this.
Give me your opinion.
By the way, the title is: Corporate Slaves No More!
Preview:
His name was Suzuki Tanaka. 23 years old. Profession: Programmer.
He worked at Jigokumeguri System Engineering, a seemingly normal software company in modern-day Japan. But the reality was grim. The company skirted the absolute borders of being a 'black company'. Employees were routinely pressured into brutal overtime. Suzuki frequently slept under his desk for days at a time just to meet crushing deadlines.
Fortunately, the pay was decent, and the workplace possessed a strange sense of freedom. More importantly, he worked under some incredibly talented and kind seniors—namely, Kobayashi and Makoto Takiya. They taught him the ropes and kept him sane. Suzuki originally planned to endure the grind for three years, build his resume, and then jump ship to a unicorn startup.
How did he know which startups would become unicorns? Because the current year was 2013.
Upon connecting to the white space and gaining his past memories, Suzuki realized with a shock that he wasn't just in the past—he had been reincarnated into the slice-of-life, Yuri-comedy universe of Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid.
What can I even do in a world with dragons who disguise themselves as maids? Suzuki had wondered.
Unlike Finn, who was born into a noble Devil family, Suzuki Tanaka was a mundane orphan. He had scraped and clawed his way through life just to secure this programming job, knowing that the tech boom would eventually lead to a comfortable income.
But now?
I have my own AI.
Thanks to Finn's ascension, Suzuki had just unlocked the Manager skill. The complex coding tasks that usually stole days of his life and ruined his spine could now be flawlessly executed by the hyper-intelligent AI in a matter of minutes. He could automate his entire workload, coast through the corporate grind, and spend his free time exploring the supernatural mysteries of this dragon-infested world.
Best of all, today was Friday. The glorious weekend was practically within his grasp. He was already planning his relaxing two-day break.
BAAAAAAAMM!
"..."
Suzuki's peaceful daydream violently shattered as a massive, towering stack of manila folders and printed code was slammed directly onto his desk. The dull thud made his stomach churn.
"Hey, Suzuki. I've got some personal errands to run this weekend, so I need you to finish my workload for me. You can handle that, right?"
"...Yamashita-senpai?"
Suzuki slowly looked up. Standing over him was Yamashita, a generic, thoroughly incompetent senior developer with a smug smirk plastered across his face.
"Look, you're still young and full of energy," Yamashita patronized, forcefully clapping a heavy hand onto Suzuki's shoulder. "As your senior, I'm just thinking about your future! You need to gain more practical experience. So, take my project and knock it out for me, okay?"
It was the classic, toxic trap of corporate seniority.
Suzuki didn't think the seniority system was inherently evil. Experienced mentors were invaluable. But parasites like Yamashita actively abused the culture, dumping all the heavy lifting onto their juniors while they coasted to the bar, cashing checks they didn't earn. It was an unofficial tradition in black companies.
If this had been yesterday, Suzuki would have just lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and accepted the abuse. Despite possessing the memories of a past life, he knew Japan's economy was stagnant. As an orphan with zero financial backing, enduring the unfairness of the corporate ladder was just the harsh reality of survival. Twenty percent of the capable workers carried eighty percent of the dead weight.
I just have to endure, the old Suzuki would have thought.
"Oh, by the way, this whole stack is due first thing Monday morning. So I expect it perfectly compiled and on my desk before the morning meeting. Got it?" Yamashita added carelessly, already turning to leave.
But Yamashita didn't expect the reaction he got.
The junior programmer didn't nod submissively. He didn't scramble to organize the folders. Suzuki just sat there, staring dead ahead at Yamashita in absolute, chilling silence.
Yamashita paused, his smug expression twisting into an ugly scowl.
"What the hell is with that look?" Yamashita snapped, his voice echoing loudly across the open-plan office. "You should be incredibly grateful I'm entrusting you with this! How dare you look at your superior like that, huh?! Who the hell do you think you are?! You're just a junior! Shut up, do the work, and fix your damn attitude!"
As Yamashita's aggressive shouting escalated, the commotion drew the attention of the remaining office workers.
A few desks away, Kobayashi—who was still typing furiously at her own keyboard—frowned.
"Oi, Yamashita, knock it off—" Kobayashi started to interject. She despised useless employees shifting their burdens onto the capable ones, and she had a soft spot for Suzuki. He was talented and actually kept up with her pace.
But Kobayashi's words caught in her throat.
Suzuki slowly pushed his chair back. He stood up, towering over Yamashita. His face was entirely devoid of emotion.
"Ha?! Why are you looking down on me?!" Yamashita barked, puffing out his chest to hide his sudden intimidation. "Do you want to get beaten down right here, kid?!"
Yamashita kept yelling, his face turning red with manufactured outrage.
Suzuki didn't say a word. He just leaned back slightly, and then—with the terrifying, optimized physical precision calculated by the Manager—he violently snapped his head forward.
CRACK!
At the 2006 World Cup, Zinedine Zidane delivered the most famous headbutt in history. In 2013, Suzuki Tanaka delivered a flawless recreation directly into the bridge of his senior's nose.
"Guwah!"
Yamashita shrieked pathetically, blood spurting from his nostrils. His eyes rolled back as he collapsed backward, hitting the office floor like a sack of wet cement.
Suzuki stood over the groaning, dizzy senior, casually straightening his tie. As he looked down at the bleeding parasite, Suzuki knew one absolute truth: from this day forward, he was never bowing his head again!