I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

The commissioner who had completed countless missions of saving lives stood in front of the main system, listening to the most intelligent AI in the entire reincarnation space congratulate him kindly for winning the highest reward, and he could make a request.

"Well, I hope to obtain eternal death." This sentence blurted out without hesitation, and he looked expectantly at the man in front of him—the mimic of the main system.

"..." The main system was speechless for a while.

Only then did it remember that the system assigned to this excellent employee had reported many times that the host was a suicide enthusiast with serious self-destructive tendencies.

"This won't work," the main system flatly refused, "It will be a big blow to our reputation if it spreads out, and it will make everyone think that the organization is killing the donkey and replacing it with another one."

"Tch." Hearing this, the smile on the special commissioner's face disappeared for a second, and he looked to the side with a lack of interest, "I will say yes to everything, it really is false propaganda, when I go out, I will post your backlash on the forum .”

The main system felt the head of the human shell it put on was throbbing. It had a headache and said, "You can't do that, it's a rumor!"

The excellent commissioner spread his hands: "But human beings only believe in the facts they believe."

"You know, how many of the special commissioners under the system think you have bad intentions, especially after the 'that incident' happened, the credibility of the reincarnation space has dropped to the bottom, the special commissioners are panicked, and the mission failed. The probability has increased substantially."

He shook his head, with hypocritical sympathy on his face, and he did not hide the gloating in his eyes, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have pulled me out to hold the so-called awards ceremony~"

"...Are you still hating us?" The main system looked into his eyes and said slowly.

"Who knows?" The commissioner put on his usual frivolous but unpredictable smiling face again, as fast as putting on a mask.

The main system looks away. In fact, it does not need to stare at the special agent. It just learns human behavior and can shorten the distance with the staff.

The main system pondered blankly, and the calculation part that collected a large amount of data operated rapidly, and came up with the optimal solution to deal with the crisis.

So it looked up at its outstanding employees: "We will wash away your memory, reincarnate you, and strip away all your abilities and props, so that you can live in that world as an aboriginal. If you can die successfully, then Just say congratulations in advance."

"But if you recover your memory halfway, you have to come back and continue working. Of course, we will return your property to the original owner."

The special commissioner's eyes gradually brightened, but he still kept his head clear, not giving the main system any chance to take advantage of any loopholes.

He raised his hand like a primary school student and asked, "If I die as a native, will I enter the normal reincarnation system?"

"Yes."

"You probably won't be posting quests about Minecraft while I'm a native?"

"……Can."

"During the time I became an aboriginal, you would not tell any system or commissioner of my whereabouts, and deliberately let my 'old friends' form a group to watch me?"

"……Yes."

The special commissioner flipped his hand, revealing the exquisite crystal ball in his palm, and laughed happily: "Then, the contract is established."

[The most suitable identity for you has been detected based on your personality, and the world "Bungo Stray Dogs", named Osamu Dazai, has been launched. 】

[According to the special commissioner's request, the parental background is set to be dead, and the guardian's whereabouts are unknown all the year round. I have to live alone due to my special physical "disqualification in the world", and my interpersonal relationship is close to no. 】

【Remarks for special operations, your backpack and its 619 special props, [-] special titles, advanced bloodlines of nightmares have been sealed, and the memory seal is activated after entering reincarnation. 】

[Special commissioner please note that this operation is not a drill, life is only once, do it and cherish it...]

"Wrong, I went here this time to seek death." The line was interrupted before the line was finished, and the tall and thin young man raised his eyes and squinted over.

The host has a lot of prestige, even knowing that he may never return this time, the small ball of light floating in mid-air still trembled like an electric shock.

[Sorry, this is a setting.Then according to your wishes, I wish you an early death and early rebirth. ] The system still used that serious tone, but it changed its mouth honestly.

After a pause, the system added: 【Since you want to return to death, let me remind you that your soul power is very powerful and cannot be sealed. After reincarnation, your body will be transformed quickly, so you better hurry up. If you don't die before your age, that world will no longer have the power to kill you. 】

"Ah, thank you so much." The commissioner said lightly, but there was no sign of gratitude on his face.

【…】You are really difficult to serve.

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Dazai opened his eyes, and saw the spider web in the corner of the wall illuminated by the morning sun for the first time.

"It failed again." He sat up in a little disappointment, touched the gauze covering his right eye - when he entered the water, he hit a rock at the bottom of the river, and it has been treated simply - from this he deduced that this suicide The reason for the failure was being rescued again.

This conclusion did not make him feel grateful, on the contrary, Dazai's expression turned ugly.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand. After all, he went to Yokohama, where there are no heroes in the legend and the law and order is very poor.

After calming his breath a little, he frowned slightly and looked around.

There was a rusty infusion stand beside the bed, and the slightly bitter smell of western medicine wafted in the air, which looked like a treatment room in a clinic.