AN: Considering the fact I have barely been uploading and I can't commit to a single story, I've made this fic. Basically, it's a bunch of stories I may potentially expand upon in the future. Anyway, hope ya enjoy!

Beta'd by Mogege/Mostpanpanynae

Kazuma Matou.

Ultimate Developer.

He couldn't stop himself from grimacing if he tried. He didn't think the title suited him at all. He developed a lot of critically acclaimed games, movies, and music but they were never his in the first place.

He tried haggling for the title of Ultimate Producer. It sounded cooler in his mind than Developer. Koichi Kizakura disagreed.

'Ultimate Plagiarist' He chuckled at the random thought, shifting his bag on his shoulder when he realized the title suited him a lot better than any of the ones he was called before. But it begs the question, is it still plagiarism if the original never existed in the first place?

"Perk of being the 'Ultimate Reincarnate", Kazuma tested in his mind but he didn't feel that worked either. Besides, he much preferred the title he got before he realized he was in the world of Danganronpa.

"The man that revolutionized the world."

It has a certain pizzazz to it that he preferred over the whole Ultimate titles. But Ultimate Revolutionary would really give the wrong impression.

He tsked in annoyance as he made his way further down the hall. He was muttering the class number under his breath as he did so. His eyes scanned the signs as he got closer to his destination.

The task of finding a new Ultimate title to call himself would have to wait longer than he hoped.

He didn't think he had been reincarnated into a fictional world when he was first born. After all, it was a word so similar to his original world, he originally thought he was reincarnated into the past.

Like many that realize when they are in a bad situation, he had done his best to make the most of it. Make as much money as possible and go on to live a content life.

That all changed when he heard about Hope's Peak Academy when he was eight years old.

By the time he was sixteen, he had plans upon plans on how to beat Junko Enoshima. If those didn't work, a step-by-step guide on how to survive the killing game, make sure no one died, and systematically break the girl in front of a live television audience.

A lot of those plans went up in flame as soon as he opened the door.

He froze in place, it was the only thing he could do. After all, accidentally walking into the wrong classroom filled him with embarrassment that would last at least another six hours. Blinking once, he took a step back, eyeing the sign above the door. 77-B was displayed in a bold black font, confirming his worse suspicions. He looked back to the class that was eyeing him with curiosity but he wasn't focused on that.

He took a deep breath, letting out a single dragged-out word that was heard by the class that was in there.

"Fuuuck."

He had miscalculated.

It wasn't something he liked to admit, but it was true nonetheless.

For someone that only played the first Danganronpa game, he only knew about the basic premise of Danganronpa 2. The biggest problem was the fact that he didn't know who murdered who and for what reasons.

The thought didn't comfort him.

He eyed his peers with a level of suspicion that was unwarranted. He didn't go unnoticed as he was standing at the entrance to the room. While he was definitely wary of them, it did not stop him from feeling fascinated by the students.

A school dedicated to the specialization of a single individual talent sounded bizarre. For a school to be able to provide for each student, each with a unique talent of their own sounded unfathomable to him.

Compartmentalizing his negative thoughts into a box, a small, hopeful smile appeared on his face when he came across another realization.

He could deal with his stupidity later.

He had a new cast of characters to fall in love with.

"Dude! Your 'fuck' was filled with so much dread! If that was in a song, It would be called "Strolling into the World of Pain!"

It took him a moment to realize he was being addressed. Dismissing his thoughts about his plans, he gave the girl that was speaking to him a once over.

To say she stood out was an understatement. The first thing that he noticed was how 'symmetrically mismatched' she looked. It took him another moment to try to find a word that was better than 'symmetrically mismatched' but he couldn't find one. The clothes she was wearing were a constant fight between pink and blue. Be it her stockings, her hair, and amusingly enough, her shoelaces.

"Can't deny that World of Pain doesn't describe a classroom perfectly," he grinned, getting one in return that matched his own. "I'm Kazuma, nice to meet ya."

"Oh! Introductions are a go-go!"

Pausing at the odd response, he felt a sudden chill run down his back. It started when the girl took a step back, not something that would usually put someone on guard, what followed was something that would be ingrained into his memory banks for years to come.

She posed.

"I" "Buki" "Mio" "Da!" Put it all together and what do you get? That's right! Ibuki Mioda! Nice to meetcha!"

While pronouncing each syllable of her name, she made several different poses that when combined came together like a dance. When she was done, she eyed Kazuma for a reaction.

Kazama was stone-faced. There was not a single expression in his body language. He was as still as a statue as the mental damage flowed into him, one thought on his mind.

Cringe.

He wanted to walk out of the room and pace in the hallway for two minutes and return to the room then, hoping the encounter would be reset and he wouldn't have to go through something so mind-numbingly painful again. But the expecting look the girl was giving him made him hesitate.

A small, wistful smile came onto his face. He hadn't seen someone introduce themselves like that in at least twenty years. Her actions and demeanor couldn't help but remind him of an old friend he once had. He couldn't help but feel a pleasant sense of nostalgia. Letting out a small chuckle, he gave Ibuki a toothy grin.

"Ya know, I think you and I are going to get along just fine."

"Sheesh, you have me finding talent but now you want me to hone it? You know that's not what I'm good at."

"Can you say that when you haven't tried?"

"It's instinct. You know it is. In a room of a thousand talented people, I'd be able to pick out the one with the most talent nine times out of ten."

"Only nine times out of ten? You must have gotten rusty with that much margin for error of people showing off their talents like that."

"I never said they were showing off their talents."

That made the man pause in his step. It was brief, less than a quarter of a second, although the man beside him noticed it all the same. These men were Jin Kirigiri and Koichi Kizakura. The principal of Hope's Peak Academy and the Ultimate Talent Scout respectively.

"And if you were to apply this talent to this class?"

"Ultimate Cook, no doubt about it."

This time, Jin couldn't hide the exasperation he felt.

"Don't give me that look!" Koichi said offensively. "The kid made water taste like wine! I could have called him the Ultimate Messiah!"

"And I'm glad you didn't, this year is going to be hectic enough as is. Who are the others that have caught your eye?"

"They've all caught my eye," Koichi corrected. "But I won't deny some stand out more than the others. There's Sonia Nevermind, the Ultimate Princess. We've never had royalty here before, so that alone will make this class interesting."

"It's not going to make my time dealing with the House of Yamato any better" Jin grumped and Koichi couldn't stop himself from wincing in sympathy.

It was an open secret that the Japanese Royal Family have been trying to get one of their own into the school for generations. Something which has been Koichi's greatest headache. Ever since Koichi started using his talent for finding potential Ultimates, he has gotten yearly demands to meet with the royal family.

'The royal that becomes an Ultimate will be the successor to the throne.'

He didn't know if the rumor was true. Honestly, he didn't care. He would have preferred it if one of them was Ultimate material. After all, if that was the case, then there's the small chance he didn't have to deal with them anymore.

"Then we've just got to make sure they don't find out!" Koichi exclaimed, snapping his fingers. "Everyone wins!"

"If only, but I'd rather not talk about them for now for the moment. Anyone else you find interesting?"

"Kazuma Matou."

"Of course, he caught your eye," Jin sighed. "Not every day someone would turn down the opportunity to attend here."

"Not quite, he just hated the idea of being called the Ultimate Affluent Prodigy. If I recall correctly, I believe he said and I quote, 'I would rather shoot myself in the foot three times than have a title that makes me sound like a presumptuous asshole.' He eventually settled on Ultimate Developer anyway, although he didn't seem too happy about it."

"Another problem child," Jin hummed.

"Wait until you meet the Ultimate Lucky Student."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"He's scary."

Jin felt as if his heart stilled for the briefest of moments at the words. All joviality in the conversation was lifted as if it was never there in the first place, leaving behind a tension that filled the hallway.

"Explain."

"His talent. It isn't luck. It can't be luck." And there was a sense of monotone in Koichi's voice as he spoke. He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself but even by talking about the boy he was worried his talent would affect him in some way. "It's much closer to probability manipulation."

Jin remained silent, allowing himself more time to understand exactly what his friend was saying. He didn't believe him of course, something like that was impossible. But judging by the way Koichi was looking at him, it seemed he didn't expect to be believed.

"When you have the time, do a background search into him. From what I've gathered, when something good happens to him, something bad happens to him. This effect works vice-versa as well. Whatever this is, it doesn't apply to just him, it applies to the people around him as well."

"Koichi," Jin soothed. But was cut off before he could finish his question. "I need to know-"

"He isn't a threat," Koichi answered the unasked question. "At least not to the other students. I have never seen someone more awestruck at the thought of being here than him. He has an admiration for his peers that is unrivaled. But if it wasn't for that...I don't know if I could have allowed him into this school."

"If what you say is true, and if he loses faith in his peers," Jin made a sound of a hum. "Then he's a ticking timebomb."

"He's already a ticking timebomb," Koichi countered. "After all, he has lymphoma and frontotemporal dementia."

Jin frowned, not understanding the terms. Noticing this, Koichi clarified.

"It means he has less than a year to live."

The title 77-B gives the implication of a 77-A. There might even be a 77-C although he doubted it.

There were less than twenty people in the classroom with plenty of seats to spare. It was only about two-thirds full.

So there was probably around the same number of students in 77-A, which Kazuma guessed was where the Ultimates from the first game were.

'And if they are not there' Kazuma thought, bringing a hand to his lips. 'Then where is she?'

The fact of the matter is that being in a different classroom isn't going to stop him from systematically destroying Junko Enoshimiya.

Deciding it was a question to ask later, He gave his full attention to the cast of characters that were introducing themselves.

'They all look so distinct.' he noticed. 'So who is the one that looks the least distinct?'

His eyes wandered over to the red-haired girl with a camera strap wrapped around her neck.

"No, they wouldn't make the main character a girl," he muttered, narrowing down his search for the protagonist of the second game.

Apart from the girls, he had already ruled out himself, Nekomaru Nidai, and Gundham Tanaka from the people that could potentially be the main character. Nekomaru was the stand-in for the big strong man and Kazuma refused to believe someone so chuuni would be the main character.

"You may call me...Gundham Tanaka! Remember it well, for it is the name that will one day rule this world!"

Kazuma had to stop himself from shuddering at the introduction. What made it worse was that it was very similar to how he acted in his chuuni days.

'As long as he doesn't mention the Door to Darkness, I'll be fine,' he thought before his attention moved back to the next student giving his introduction.

"My name is Nagito Komaeda, I'm the Ultimate Lucky Student. It is truly an honor to meet you all!"

Within earshot, Kazuma choked at the familiar title.

The boy continued his introduction without pause, but Kazuma couldn't stop thinking about the title.

Makoto Naegi wasn't the Ultimate Luckster.

There was a class 77-A. But class 77-A had no one he was looking for.

He had expected to be taking over the role of Byakuya Togami, the original Ultimate Affluent Prodigy but upon being placed in 77-B, he expected to find him and the rest of the main cast there.

He was wrong.

There was only one person he recognized. They had never met before, but he was a prominent character in the Danganronpa Zero series.

As soon as he figured that out he left for the day, not caring about the fact he had left early.

After all, it was basically recommended.

Sitting in his chair in his room, he couldn't help but think of how big of a shitshow today has been.

He had miscalculated.

By a fucking year.