single row ahead

"Wow——" Osamu Dazai put his hands on his eye sockets, pretending that he was holding a telescope of tens of millions, and sighed pretendingly, "Accelerator, if you really want it, Might as well chop off the dragon's head and take it away."

He turned his head and sincerely suggested to Accelerator, "The stone on its head is bigger than all the stones in that room combined!"

Accelerator didn't respond to Osamu Dazai's words, his scarlet eyes looked up, staring straight at the cloudy and ominous red crystal that was similar in color to his pupils, and a faint hope rose in his heart.

Can such a miracle, which is formed by the combination of hundreds of supernatural power crystals, reverse cause and effect, and let the dead breathe?

He stretched out his hand to hold Gouyu, which had been hanging on his body through the soft cloth, and became warm against the skin on his chest, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

Accelerator's past is probably bleak and boring made up of certain facts.

There is a lack of color in his life, just as he was probably an ordinary color and then gradually faded into pale hair. It is always composed of laboratory white, boring white and empty white. The only conspicuous color is probably It's red, the scarlet of blood, the crimson of fire, and the orange-red of explosion, after all, it will not be a warm and pleasing red.

lose.

He is always gaining and losing, just as Osamu Dazai said, the moment he gets something, he is doomed to lose it sooner or later. The self who constantly tries to get close to, loves, and grasps that kind of thing is probably a masochist who goes from being an asshole to a completely perverted mind.

Accelerator had long since stopped desperately trying to deny Osamu Dazai's dark and hopeless ideals.

That's right.

He admits.

Admit that what is gained will be lost sooner or later, and what is lost is irretrievable.

But what does it matter?

Even if he lost almost everything in the past tasteless and dull life, it doesn't mean that he can accept the fact of [losing the last work] indifferently.

Standing here is a person who shouldn't exist.

What he wants is the return of the deviating destiny. On the creaking railroad track, there may be slight bumps, and there may be ups and downs, but it stops at the terminal safely and smoothly, and everyone shows their long faces. Tired yet calm smile after the journey.

Among those people, there should be a final work, not a one-way pass.

Surrounded by a strange and firm belief, Accelerator answered Osamu Dazai's suggestion, "If I don't cut off the dragon's head, I will cut off your head."

"Yah!" Osamu Dazai expressed his attitude with a weird scream, his whole face wrinkled into a ball, he shook his head repeatedly, and strongly refused, "That kind of death is disgusting! Don't! Absolutely! Don't!"

Accelerator didn't have the heart to respond to his deliberate pretending to be crazy. He looked up at the majestic creature that was staring at the whole city, bent slightly, and didn't bother to take out his hands that were loosely in his pockets, so he squatted down and used his strength. With one jump, under the precisely calculated vector, he passed through the dense fog, leaped to the clouds, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the dragon.

At the moment of stagnating at the highest point, Accelerator's back was blown by the wind and raised two wings, supporting his thin human figure, allowing him to stay in the sky and confront the dragon.

"Sorry, I managed to grow into such a stupid and heavy look, but I will kill you."

He raised his hand, the air twisted in his palm, and the sound of the wind was thin.

As a collection of supernatural powers, the red dragon has no mind but has great destructive power. In the dense fog area where only supernatural powers are left, it obeys its inner manic roar and rolls. High-rise buildings are crushed by it like a child's doll's house. It's over, crushed.

In Hong Longyan's eyes, Accelerator's figure is as small as a mosquito and flies, floating in the air like snowflakes, unworthy of attention. It is wreaking havoc in the empty city, bringing disasters, losses, and tragedies. Just what its creator intended, and it's doing it for him.

The small energy body in the palm of Accelerator was spinning, and there was a roaring tearing sound.

"—One Party Accelerator!"

In the distance, Dazai Osamu's still frivolous and annoying voice came, he was urging, "Hurry up! We won't be in time for dinner!"

The wind is so loud, how could it be possible to hear it, this idiot.

Accelerator sneered, but the vector attached to the cochlea was always zooming in and paying attention to Osamu Dazai's movements, lest this suicidal maniac would pursue his death again on a whim.

"Besides," the noisy voice over there continued to attack his eardrums, "Mr. Zhongye will be here soon, which means that the group of lackeys of the government will soon know what's going on here."

"By the way," Osamu Dazai's voice suddenly became high and cheerful, "Your detective agency partner is on the way too!"

"You don't want to go home with a stench!"

Isn't that natural? !

Accelerator closed his eyes, and then opened them again. A firmness that was completely different from his weak body was precipitated in those glazed red eyes. The energy body in his palm suddenly shrank, and suddenly bloomed again.

He didn't want to leave a mess for others to clean up in the end!

The blue color expands in the chaotic mist, as if to dispel the infinite haze that blocks the sun.

The greatest energies are often released silently.

The eardrums were beating gently, and the hum of white noise echoed in the body, as if the whole world had quieted down, only my heart was still beating noisily.

Accelerator watched everything calmly.

From the birth of the faint blue light cluster, to the process of its continuous compression due to the huge mass of the core, to the collapsed eruption after the compression to the extreme.

The dragon roared.

Amidst the nerve-piercing danger warning, it saw the thin, pale human figure floating in the air like duckweed for the first time.

It opened its mouth—the monster formed by such a strange energy body actually has a real panting creature-like structure, tongue, palate, esophagus, fangs, everything—and then it can destroy everything. Particles began to gather, rapidly gestating into shape at an unstoppable speed.

Then the weak blue spot of light greeted it leisurely, and collided with the red fireworks that blatantly attacked.

Osamu Dazai built a small sunshade over his widening eyes with both hands, and let out a small exclamation, "Wow!"

The grand fireworks bloom in the day when the night is over and the dawn is about to rise. They are not so dazzling and colorful, but they show a little pale tenderness.

And Osamu Dazai was waiting.

Waiting for his accomplice to come back to him.

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However, this is doomed to be hopeless.

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