Port Mafia Play House

In the beginning, it was just a small wish.

A young girl suffering from poverty and disease, when her mother died of illness, thought so bitterly.

If there really is a god in this world... please.

Please bear the pain for me.

Among the 800 million gods in Gaotianyuan, an ignorant and ignorant life was born.

His name is Angular Eclipse.

Angular erosion is not the first angular erosion.

There are 800 million gods in Gaotianyuan, divided into famous gods and unnamed gods.

Nameless gods have no names, and once they die or become demons, they will completely disappear from this world, but named gods are different.

As long as human desires remain, they will continue to produce new individuals.

When one dies, a successor hatchling emerges.

He was born in a gorgeous palace, and his food and clothing were all top-notch. On the day he became conscious, a row of people dressed in white knelt in front of him, welcoming him back with gratitude.

He later learned that those were not human beings.

They are the dead, undead, marked by the gods, and continue to exist as artifacts.

For them, gods are necessary.

They exist only if the gods exist.

On the third day of his birth, these people told him so.

"Master Horn Eclipse, it's time for you to go to work."

Before leaving, Osamu Dazai sent someone to help Atsushi Nakajima, took him out of the orphanage, and arranged him near the detective agency of Ayatsuji pedestrians.

The incident of the tiger wounding people happened very quickly, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division really appointed Ayatsuji to take action.

Osamu Dazai sold the location information of Atsushi Nakajima to Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, and the Special Agents Division came to ask about his relationship with Atsushi Nakajima, and he sold the information of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa to the special agent division.

One piece of information, two-handed trading, gaining favorability and gaining experience points.

It serves multiple purposes and is even recyclable.

Osamu Dazai watched lightly as the Supernatural Secret Service and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko were fighting each other, and waved his sleeves as if nothing had happened.

He exchanged two crystals from Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

One is the crystallization of abilities transferred to the side of the person you want to see.

One is the crystallization of abilities transferred to the loved one.

After confirming the function of the book, in an experiment, he restored the first crystal into a supernatural power.

"This dress is too heavy, I don't want to wear it."

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, and his eyes gradually focused. In the magnificent hall, a child with white hair and red eyes pouted dissatisfiedly, pulling the arm of the maid in white to act like a spoiled child.

"No way." The maid smiled softly, "You can't be self-willed, because Master Horn is a great god."

He really came to the world of August.

At this time, everything has not started yet.

The "book" pulls the timeline into a revolving lantern. Osamu Dazai stands on the ground, but he can't touch anyone, and he can't be seen by anyone.

He could only stand silently behind the child and watch everything happen.

The nascent gods are curious about the world.

He was dressed in fine clothes, just an innocent child, but he was pushed into all the cruelest places in the world.

When he "worked" on the first day, he cried and tried to hide in the arms of the maid, but everyone avoided him.

They looked at him with distant piety on their faces.

The crucifixion of the gods gave them a home, a sacred ritual, a great sacrifice.

The child stood in the center, tears streaming down his face.

But let him cry until he trembled, and no one paid attention.

"My lord, how can you cry?"

The maid who helped him put on his clothes gently wiped the tears off his face after returning to the palace.

Cruel words came out of his mouth.

"Believers will feel uncomfortable if you do this."

"You are a great god - let them feel happy."

The child's tears gradually stopped.

The wound on his body hurt so much, but he tried his best to move the corners of his mouth, pulling out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Yes, that's right, ah."

That was once Dazai Osamu's most familiar smiling face.

His heart seemed to be pierced deep by an ice pick, stinging with cold air.

He watched the child grow up.

Kerosene is a god who suffers for human beings.

He has a very strong self-healing ability, even if he cuts his neck, he will not die.

Little child is confused.

How did the predecessor, the horn eclipse, die?

His daily job is to endure pain, physical torture, mental grief, jealousy and anger, desire and greed.

He watched the child curl up on the bed and cry until he fell asleep when he came back every day. Later, he could watch the wound open and heal calmly, enduring the daily needle-like pain without saying a word, and later, even You can accept everything with a smile of compassion.

For the Artifacts, Kernel grew into a perfect "Great God".

But they are still not satisfied.

When survival is no longer a threat, the struggle begins.

Faith gradually increased, and the child grew up, from an ignorant child to a handsome teenager.

The young man didn't care about the affairs in the hall, and the chair of power was vacated.

A silent fight unfolded in the empty hall.

There is no good or evil in the gods, and the artifacts are the signs of the gods.

When the artifact does evil, the god will be stung.

In addition to the pain he has to endure every day, black lines gradually climbed up on his body, but he didn't care about it, he just took it silently with a smile.

This is what they taught him.

Finally, factional struggles intensify and war breaks out.

The two sides were evenly matched, fighting to the death, the blood painted the floor of the main hall bright red, the horns walked barefoot in the still warm blood sea, and the white robes were stained with bright colors.

The maid who helped him dress was stabbed from the abdomen. The blood loss and pain caused her pupils to dilate. In a trance, she saw the young god walking towards her.

She is dying.

The god didn't seem to see it.

He smiled softly and said the same words as usual.

"It's time for me to go to work, what are you still doing lying down?"

"Stand up quickly, it's time for you to change clothes for me."

When everything calmed down, the resplendent and resplendent palace was almost only the young man left.

Maybe only Osamu Dazai knew that he did everything while doing nothing.

Subtle language induction, precise grasp of the situation.

The young man single-handedly contributed to this fight, and he didn't dirty his hands, but something changed quietly.

When it was finally over, the teenager was a little confused.

He liberated the few remaining artifacts, packed a small package, and embarked on a lonely journey.

God's time is long.

This is even more so for corner erosion.

His strong faith gives him a powerful self-healing ability. Compared with other gods, he can't even die in battle.

He lived alone and learned many things in a long time. He tried to kill himself every day, cut open blood vessels in different places, drowned in the river, and jumped from high places.

However, it didn't work.

Nothing works.

The greatest sorrow of God lies in the fact that it is impossible to commit suicide*.

Floating down the river once, when he woke up, a lively child appeared in his sight.

The child was holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and his black eyes were shining brightly, shining like gems.

"Hey, you're awake!"

There was a bloodstain on the child's forehead, which seemed to have just appeared, probably because he hit a rock in the river when saving him.

But he didn't care about it, he was simply happy for the boy's sobriety.

He smiled so hard that he could see his teeth but couldn't see his eyes, and he was rubbing his chin lewdly.

"You look so good... Do you want to go home with me?"

The boy went back with him.

The child lives in a village by the river. There are not many people in the village, there are about [-] households. Everyone barely has food and clothing, but they are inexplicably happy.

The child's parents are very loving, work hard every day, and when they get home, they hug and kiss each other's forehead and cheek contentedly.

The child also has a childhood sweetheart girl, they have a crush on each other, but they are too embarrassed to admit it, always awkwardly hanging a bunch of captured birds or freshly picked tea at the door of each other's house.

In comparison, the teenager is really dull.

He is always smiling, but he can't do anything, and he doesn't want to do anything. If you ignore him, he can sit in one position by himself until late at night.

The kid thought he was so weird.

He did not live like a human being, but like a god.

The child patiently taught him how to be happy.

His arms were wrapped around his neck, skin to skin.

"This is a hug..." he said seriously.

He blushed, mumbled something, and pressed his lips reluctantly to his cheek.

"This is dear..."

The child scratched his hair uncomfortably and added in a low voice.

"However, you can only do it to someone you really like."

The boy tilted his head, "Like it?"

The child crossed his hips, "Yes, I like it!"

"Giving for the people you like makes you happy."

"Being close to the person you like makes you feel happy."

The boy thought about it.

So, the reason why they are happy is because they "like".

He also wants to like others.

He held out his hand to the child's forehead—a white light lit up.

The child felt a burst of lightness in his body, and was surprised to find that the worn feet, palms, and wounds were all gone.

He was so excited that he spoke incoherently: "Ah, ah, you, you, you, you, you..."

The child's eyes were shining, looking at him was full of surprises.

"You are amazing! You are amazing!"

"... "

The boy was startled, at that moment, he seemed to feel it.

A trace of emotion overflowed from the heart.

Its name is contentment and joy.

Teenagers are changed.

He set up a stall in the village and began to help people treat diseases from time to time.

The villagers are very simple and always thank him from the bottom of their hearts. They are embarrassed to take out the best things in their hands, and they are worried that they will not be enough to cover their expenses.

He began to be respected gradually. No matter where he went, he would be warmly greeted. The freshest local vegetables, freshly slaughtered meat and freshly caught fish were always delivered to the door of the child's house.

The God of Healing, they called him.

The young man has eaten more luxurious dishes and enjoyed the rare wine brewed with dew, but somehow feels that these simple ingredients and simple cooking are more satisfying than delicacies from mountains and seas.

Maybe it's because I like it.

Teenager thought.

It must be because I "like" them and they "like" me.

The boy is not so repulsed to bear the pain for others.

The child grows up day by day, and the reputation of the teenager is also spreading day by day.

Many people came here especially for his reputation, and gave him a lot of money, asking him to go to a nearby village to treat seriously ill people.

All young people are welcome.

He wanted to try to "like" the world.

In this way, happiness may also increase.

It must be because he was too greedy.

Even though he is most familiar with the darkness of human nature, when it was his turn, he couldn't help but indulge in it.

On this day, the boy came back from a neighboring village.

Familiar blood spilled all over the village.

The child died, and so did the child's parents. The childhood sweetheart girl was raped by the guards and cut her own wrist with gravel. The blood stained the straw pile red.

The villagers who put meat and vegetables at the gate were tied up and knelt in a row at the entrance of the village. They were stabbed through the chest by the blade, and the white blade turned red.

The guards were still interrogating menacingly.

"That man called Kernel—where is he? Do you tell? Do you say?"

The gift brought back by the boy fell to the ground with a slap, broke into pieces, and could never be put back together again.

His smile didn't reach his eyes.

"it's me……"

he asked calmly.

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

The author has something to say: ×The setting of Rashomon from Akutagawa Ryunosuke comes from Noragami, but there is no special textual research, because I can’t read the manga after Noragami, so I didn’t continue to read it...