Reborn as the Black Organization's Gold Dust

Waking up, I found myself in the body of Gold Dust, a suave executive in the notorious Black Organization—but this wasn't the gacha game I knew. This was the deadly reality of Detective Conan, a world where murder lurks behind every corner, and I'm a key player in the villain's den. Surrounded by ruthless assassins and sharp detectives, my \"high-ranking\" status is a constant death sentence. My only advantage? Absolute plot knowledge. Every character's secret, every hidden truth, every future tragedy is an open book. I'm not just surviving; I'm rewriting the script. From engineering Shinichi Kudo's infamous shrinking to subtly manipulating the fates of Black Org members, I'm turning this world into my ultimate game. The original synopsis's line, \"Friend, the game has already started. Make a deal with me. You can't refuse. There is no reason and no room,\" echoes in my mind. With my knowledge, I'm the ultimate gambler, but as the lines between player and pawn blur, can I truly control a game that already has its own terrifying rules?