The power comes from Chaldea

But unfortunately, the miraculous relief from the predicament Mochizuki Chiyo expected did not happen.

A few seconds ago, Mr. Dazai, who was thrown out, followed a perfect parabolic trajectory and hit Nakahara Chuya's arm accurately.

Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his mouth, only feeling a rush of adrenaline, and he followed the wind to the front of the 'enemy'.

With the blessing of such a body shape, there is really a kind of pleasure in hovering at the juncture of life and death...

He didn't expect to experience the high-altitude fall that he had always wanted to experience at this time.

"Yeah, yeah..." Dazai Dazhi is close to the monster but Chuji Ji is very handsome and shoots bullets/bullets at Nakahara Nakaya with a pistol, whether Mochizuki Chiyo can hear it or not, he is very egotistical He said to himself: "Just as a thank you gift for the experience you gave me, Mochizuki."

As soon as Osamu Dazai came into contact with Nakahara Chuya, a pure white light-colored light that is unique to supernatural powers began to burst out from the contact point as the center. Everything went so smoothly.

except-

The range of this halo only covered Zhongya's arm, like a cleaning agent, it briefly emptied the black fog-like lines on Chuya's arm.

What kind of regional cleaner is this! ?

Mochizuki Chiyo: "...Mr. Dazai——!"

Dazai smiled slightly.

The situation is one situation, and the feeling is another feeling.

Although it is not annoying, he has never been so caught off guard.

All the variables started with the appearance of Mochizuki.

But now, when the situation turned around, the poor and weak (?) keychain Dazai Osamu stood shivering under the huge Central Plains.

This feeling of suppressed height has really been a long time for Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai: ...

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

It is true that the scene in front of him was not what Osamu Dazai expected.

"Hold on to the vine!"

Giorno Chobana reacted quickly, using his ability to quickly conjure vines and pull Osamu Dazai back.

Mochizuki Chiyo covered her face weakly and stroked: "Hmm... so Mr. Dazai's ability still has this kind of limitation."

Osamu Dazai smiled slightly: "It's also a very novel experience, Mochizuki, it seems that I almost died at the hands of Nakaya~"

Osamu Dazai suffered an epic weakening.

It's just that for this matter, I seem to be as leisurely and comfortable as going to an amusement park, without the slightest sense of crisis reflected on my face.

"Mr. Dazai really can't tell the difference between good and bad." Mochizuki Chiyo complained back weakly, and shook his palm involuntarily, "Then Mr. Dazai, can you try again and see if you can restore it to its original appearance?"

Osamu Dazai made a long ending, and puffed his face in distress: "Hey, it sounds like a good idea. However, Mochizuki can't guarantee a 100% success rate. Although I am happy to be close to death, no matter how I say it, this way The way of death doesn't seem to suit my taste."

...It was rejected! ?

Obviously, 100% will not reject the death-related character design, but at this time it seems to be a different person.

Osamu Dazai smiled and said: "After all, the person who wants to release the ability is the person I hate the most."

He accentuated his articulation, slightly elongated at the key point, and all his emotions poured out with the words.

"Are you a three-year-old?"

"Well, as far as I am now, it seems to be correct to say that, and it can even be said to be smaller~"

Mochizuki Chiyo raised her eyebrows, as if she was deliberately opposing her.

It is too childish but perfect Dazai Osamu's style.

70% of the scene in front of me was caused by her inexplicable ability. At this time, whether to fight her ability again seems to be the key to the decision, but the decision is not only in her hand.

Mochizuki Chiyo raised her head and looked at Fujimaru Tachika: "Then, there is another way..."

"Mochizuki, you've already made your decision."

Fujimaru Tatsuka's voice came faintly from the ear, Mochizuki Chiyo paused, and quickly smiled.

"Of course, I'm the courageous master brought out by Lixiang-senpai!" Mochizuki Chiyo raised his hand and swiped Fang Qiu from top to bottom, "Then, let's retreat first. Those who know the current affairs People can better welcome the victory."

While talking, Mochizuki Chiyo put his hands on Fujimaru Tateka's shoulders, and gently pushed her closer to the hole that symbolized the exit.

Fujimaru Tachika was a little helpless, and patted Mochizuki Chiyo's hand backhand, took the keychain Mr. Dazai from her, and said with a smile: "I'm here, Mochizuki, go do what you want."

"Just do what you want to do. This is a symbol of Chaldean origin. ... I leave it to you, Mochizuki, but you have to remember, don't lose your heart."

Mochizuki Chiyo murmured: "Originally..."

Fujimaru Tachika in front of him fell down towards the cave without hesitation. Giorno Giobana was held by the corner of his collar by Fujimaru Tachika, and before he could react, he was hit by an irresistible force. Pulled in.

Giorno Giobana tries to protest: "Wait..."

——It’s just an ordinary girl, but she has such arm strength! ?

The keychain Osamu Dazai did not resist, which was not like his previous style, but at this moment Chiyo Mochizuki had no intention of paying attention to Osamu Dazai's strangeness, and could not figure out anything from the unpredictable smile on his face.

No one paid attention to the little Osamu Dazai, and he hummed something with a smile as if he was enjoying himself. It sounded like a tune composed by himself.

——...It's almost time for the end.

Mochizuki Chiyo dropped her hands naturally, trembling her fingers slightly, watching the three of them plus a keychain Dazai disappear before her eyes, clenched her fists again, her long nails pierced the surface skin, weak but It clearly stimulated the brain nerves, making her feel that there is no time when she is more awake than now.

Mochizuki Chiyo was still a little ignorant of what Lixiang-senpai said.

Although there is a danger of being backlashed by power, the girl does not think that she will have the possibility of being swallowed by power. That is to say, Senior Lixiang may be reminding her of something...

"……Ah--"

Zhong Yuanzhong in front of him also let out a sneer, the whole person looked crazy and disorderly, after the energy field became more violent, the black mist that diffused from his body almost swallowed this piece of pure white space.

To be honest, Zhong also looks like this, he really doesn't look like a human being.

No personal consciousness, no self-control ability, completely degenerated into a monster-like existence.

"Chuya..." Mochizuki Chiyo whispered.

Even if there is a method that can be implemented, it is actually a tiny probability that the success rate is close to [-]%. Even in Mochizuki Chiyo's mind, this is about zero.

Wanting to master a brand new power is really not a simple matter.

The black-haired girl clenched her fists across her chest, and the dark red command spell shone faintly and imperceptibly on the back of her hand, as if she was fighting against some kind of existence, the lines gradually faded like ink, and then suddenly Full of erosive torrents of backlash, red light shines everywhere.

Mochizuki Chiyo was a little stunned, and it was very similar to the feeling when using it before, as if the soul was being deprived by some kind of existence.

Just now, Senior Lixiang was confidently saying what he could do, but now that Senior Lixiang left, he seemed to be vacillating again.

...I really don't live up to it, but I will be disgusted by the heroic spirits.

Everything she experienced in the land of Yokohama seemed to be linked to the so-called fate.

And this also seems to indicate that Mochizuki Chiyo, as long as she wants...she can control the world.

It seems that in her body, there seems to be an existence that even she herself doesn't know...

"&#*..."

The red-haired young man in front of him uttered a few vague ravings again, obviously he had never been close to this side before, even after Giorno's ability was withdrawn, he did not move his position, but Mochizuki Chiyo was shaken in his heart He rushed over in an instant.

Mochizuki Chiyo raised her head, her bright golden eyes faintly shone with a dark red light, flickering like the command spell on the back of her hand as if she was fighting, but this movement was not noticed by Mochizuki Chiyo, her attention The power has been concentrated on Nakahara Chuya who stopped in front of her.

The ocher-haired young man moved extremely fast, and he was as proficient in manipulating gravity as he was breathing. After losing consciousness, he seemed to become more like a pure fighting machine, leaving only his body's instincts to control his movement.

It seems that as long as she blinks, she will be torn into two in Nakahara Chuya's hand in the next second.

Such an almost cruel and ruthless thought flowed through Mochizuki Chiyo's mind without any warmth.

Obviously it was her own upcoming destiny, even if she could clearly predict all of this without special abilities, Mochizuki Chiyo felt that her originally chaotic heartbeat gradually calmed down.

At this moment, her thoughts were extremely clear.

——This is the moment.

As if talking to himself, a line of words appeared in Mochizuki Chiyo's mind.

"Caught you."

The girl smiled slightly and said so.

Like a giant monster about to be engulfed by the black mist, although his whole body was buried in the overflowing energy field, Nakahara Chuya's brightly colored ochre-colored hair was still as eye-catching as when they first met.

Mochizuki Chiyo's slender knuckles were gently held on Nakahara Nakaya's wrist, which looked like a doctor was gently touching her pulse. The distance and strength of the touch were extremely limited, but It just rightly blocked Zhongyuan Zhongye's next move.

—— Such a calm feeling made Mochizuki Chiyo feel that she was not herself.

"Zhongye."

Calling, raised the other empty hand, and caressed Nakahara Chuya's side face. Like a miracle, where she touched, the black fog continued to fade as if it had been diluted.

The vines that were about to cover Nakahara Chuya's face also faded away with Mochizuki Chiyo's movements.

Nakahara Chuya's face was reflected in the girl's eyes, and the wet and fragile surface gradually faded away like wiping a mirror, allowing one to see the essence hidden in it.

It seems that there is no time when you can see another person clearly like this moment.

Even the past of the other party can be so clearly reflected in the eyes.

Mochizuki Chiyo closed her eyes. If she wanted to use this power, she would have to give up something like Chuya Nakahara.

She didn't know exactly what it was, but at this moment those seemed less important.

In the boundless white space, there are countless blacks, it seems that Chiyo Mochizuki is the one who has all kinds of colors.

It's like it's been decided from the beginning.

There was a long silence, no other voices appeared, and even Mochizuki Chiyo lost consciousness, always maintaining the state of being in contact with Nakahara.

After a long time, there was a soft sigh.

"……I am back."

The thick black fog dissipated completely, although Nakahara didn't know exactly what Mochizuki Chiyo did, and it didn't look like Dazai Osamu could cut off his "dirty" from the middle.

Just judging from the situation in front of him and the state of his body, he can still make some basic judgments.

Nakahara Chuya said in a low voice, it seemed that he would only have such a voice when facing Mochizuki Chiyo: "Thank you, it seems that you have found a way to control your ability."

"Then..." The red-haired young man paused, raised his hand to support Mochizuki Chiyo, his cobalt blue eyes swept across the empty space in front of him, "It's time to leave this place."

……

"To Mochizuki Chiyo, it seems... no, you trust her very much, and you are not worried about the possibility of things failing."

As soon as he left the danger, Giorno Giobana asked directly before his feet were firmly on the ground.

"But you didn't exist in my investigation. Who are you?"

The Italian blond youth asked straightforwardly, without the euphemism and modesty that an Italian gentleman should have at this moment.

Fujimaru Tachika didn't feel offended by him. In many past experiences, such a feeling was completely insignificant.

"Fujimaru Tachika." Fujimaru Tachika smiled and introduced himself generously, "I am an ordinary person who came to save the world. I am just a high school student."

Giorno Giobana was silent for a moment: "...You are also from another world line."

He was very sure, and his attitude was so firm that Fujimaru Tatsuka was also a little surprised.

"Mr. Giorno... right, I didn't expect to meet you in this way. Sure enough, those who should know that different world lines are connected together already know about it."

While talking, Fujimaru Tachika smiled and looked at Osamu Dazai, who was holding the keychain in his hand.

Osamu Dazai looked up at her, showing an extremely innocent smile, his kite-colored eyes were pure and calm as if he knew nothing.

Fujimaru Tatsuka commented: "Mr. Dazai, your appearance is more or less overacted."

Osamu Dazai blinked: "What are you talking about? The human brain is directly proportional to the body size. Isn't I suitable for such an IQ?"

Fujimaru Tatsuka nodded, not planning to have a back-and-forth debate with Osamu Dazai: "I see."

She turned her head to look at Giorno Giobana: "If possible, maybe I need your power—the power of the Golden Experience Requiem that even Mr. Giorno himself doesn't quite understand."

Giorno paused, although he was not surprised, but the information the girl in front of him possessed was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Giorno Chobana: "Then about the arrow, Lixiang-san, have you already understood it?"

Fujimaru Tachika nodded.

Giorno Giobana understood, and stopped asking Tatsuka Fujimaru anything more.

When he needs to make a decision, he always has a decisiveness far beyond ordinary people.

Osamu Dazai is happy to be ignored, this feeling of not being noticed seems to be something he has never experienced before.

He was waiting for a key point to appear, so he seemed to be doing nothing at this time.

Fujimaru Tachika scanned around and quickly grasped the information.

There is no deviation from the information when she arrived in this world, and the servants were also involved in Mochizuki Chiyo's mental space.

It's just that they were originally summoned by Mochizuki Chiyo. Although cutting off the supply of magic power will not affect their existence, the origin of this world has already undergone many changes.

I don't know how Ishtar and the others are...

Fujimaru Tachika paused, and the sound tube that was close to the ear bone quickly vibrated the sound together, clearly conveying Dr. Roman's voice.

Information can be updated in time, which is probably one of the few advantages after individual combat.

"So--"

The orange-haired girl silently counted down in her heart.

Although he did not share information with Tatsuka Fujimaru, Giorno Chobana also looked at Tatsuka Fujimaru and became vigilant.

……Out?

As Fujimaru Tatsuka expected, did he overcome the constraints of his own abilities?

Feeling the breath of life from the golden experience, Giorno Giobana turned his head suddenly, and two familiar faces were reflected in his green eyes.

Giorno Giobana whispered: "... Chiyo Mochizuki..."

Mochizuki Chiyo had a meal.

Everything in front of her seemed to be distorted and rotated the moment her feet stepped on it, like an abstract portrait, everything became unreal.

"I'm sure. The key to what I'm looking for is that you're not wrong." Giorno Giobana turned around with a more certain tone.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows: "So——are you going to question the crime?"

Giorno Giobana's words contained many emotions, although they were covered up by him under the surface emotions, but Zhong Yuanzhong was also keenly aware of some differences.

Giorno Giobana shook his head, calmly spread out his palms, revealing a golden arrow with intricate patterns engraved on it, and he could feel its unusualness just by looking at it like this.

Mochizuki Chiyo stared at the arrow, subconsciously as if her soul was going to be sucked in by it, full of magical power.

Mochizuki Chiyo could feel that the changes around her were undoubtedly because she had begun to grasp a little...that wonderful power.

Just like the golden arrow in front of her, even if it looks like a broken arrow, it always carries a power that can change the world.

...and the existence that competed with her for power is undoubtedly also yearning for this power.

"This arrow triggers the ability to stand in." Giorno Chobana explained calmly, his attitude was not as if he was describing something related to himself, "...the appearance of the ability will make the class division more obvious , it will make the struggle of human beings more intense, and this will only be an endless cycle."

"Even if you already have the ability to change everything?" Mochizuki Chiyo asked back. She and Giorno Giobana had just known each other not long ago, but she subconsciously chose to trust such a sudden appearance of an enemy and friend.

"This can't change everything, it will only bring misfortune." Giorno Giobana spoke faster, his green eyes fixed on the constantly distorted space beside Mochizuki Chiyo, and seized the time to explain his situation to her Laiyi, "My original intention is not to save the world, as long as I meet the conditions that I think can be happy. And this arrow, it will only endlessly search for the possibility of making the world evolve. This is really different from my idea. It's hard to come to an agreement."

"I searched for a long time, and finally found a clue, which is you, Miss Mochizuki."

When he said this, Giorno Giobana lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes seemed to inadvertently glance over the keychain Osamu Dazai in Fujimaru Tatsuka's hand.

"It's just different from what I imagined, Ms. Mochizuki, you are not a clue, but a cracking point that is infinitely close to the answer."

Giorno Giobana withdrew his gaze, and handed the broken arrow handle to Mochizuki Chiyo without hesitation: "I believe in you, and I also believe in my own judgment."

Mochizuki Chiyo sighed softly: "I really don't know if I can bear your entrustment."

Her voice sounded uncertain, as if she was about to reject Giorno Giobana's request in the next second.

Mochizuki Chiyo gently raised her eyelids, and the place where her feet touched was still twisting constantly. After the objects were twisted together, it had a completely destructive effect on vision, making people feel dizzy unconsciously.

This is enough to say that it is the end of the world.

Mochizuki Chiyo paused, and from the corner of her eyes, she could vaguely see Fujimaru Tateka and Nakahara Chuya beside her, and the topic changed quickly.

"Well, but... we Chaldeans are best at making the impossible possible. Isn't that right, Tatsuka-senpai?"

Fujimaru Tachika tilted her head: "Hmm, Mochizuki, courage is a decisive weapon."

"Then, Mr. Giorno, I will accept your commission."

Giorno Giobana nodded: "Well, I don't dislike such a sense of ritual. After that, I will also give Ms. Mochizuki a suitable commission fee."

He even took off the jewelry on his body cooperatively: "Miss Mochizuki, please use this as the proof of our transaction."

"This... doesn't seem to be necessary, Mr. Giorno!"

Mochizuki Chiyo:? !

This is too fit!

The sense of crisis that was still vaguely present a second ago seemed to be diluted by the two people's cooperative jokes so that there was no sense of existence.

Fujimaru Tachika laughed: "Hmm, isn't this good? Take it easy, that's what a savior should look like."

Mochizuki Chiyo was a little helpless, and looked at Fujimaru Tachika with a bit of reproach: "Senior Tatsuka..."

Anyway, it's too easy to look like an ordinary transaction!

Is saving the world such a common commission?

but……

After such a long-lost complaint, Mochizuki Chiyo also felt the pent-up emotions in his chest, and soon fell lightly along with the words.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with it. So to sum it up now, the person hiding behind the scenes should be unable to hold back. Everything is coming to an end soon." Fujimaru Tachika raised his finger, "But Before that, I have one more question for you, Mochizuki."

Mochizuki Chiyo: "Hey... is it the servants' problem? If that's the case, I feel that Father, Ishtar and the others are already scattered all over Yokohama."

Fujimaru Tachika smiled and said, "Well, I've never worried about Mochizuki in this regard. But this is not my question, what I want to ask is—"

"Mochizuki, is there anyone you like now?"

Fujimaru Tatsuka's sudden and direct emotional inquiry made Mochizuki Chiyo a little bit down in place.

"??? Eh--"

Mochizuki Chiyo obviously didn't keep up with Fujimaru Tatsuka's brain circuit, and her face was full of doubts.

"Senior Lixiang, don't you need to liven up the atmosphere now?"

"Well, this is not a big problem, but it is also a very important point. My dear Mochizuki, you must think about it carefully." Fujimaru Tachika raised his hand, and pinched Mochizuki Chiyo's cheek unceremoniously, intimately He pressed his forehead to her, and left such words in the ears of the black-haired girl like the wind.

Mochizuki Chiyo was confused, but couldn't stop thinking about the words left by Fujimaru Tatsuka, but in the end they were left behind by several people.

"Mochizuki, it's time to go."

Nakahara also rubbed her hair, his eyes fell softly, the cobalt blue eyes seemed to be as bright and gorgeous as the sea of ​​stars, making Mochizuki Chiyo dodge his sight inexplicably.

"Hmmmmm! Chuya is right, it's time to set off to save the world! Hey, Tatsuka-senpai, wait for me!!"

"Wait, wait, I have to find my father to store my 'important resources' first."

"Hey——shouldn't the first step be to solve the problem in front of you with your dear schoolgirl?"

Mochizuki Chiyo in front of her has returned to her usual appearance, and she started fighting with Fujimaru Tachika sentence after sentence, and quickly chased after her.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped and raised his head. The distorted space around him seemed to gradually spread to the sky, and it was completely integrated with the granite-like sunset sky. The golden red sun was also undulating like water waves. crisis facing the world.

——...It will be fine.

……

"Do you feel it?"

Gogol was very honest and sincere: "Well, what did Fei Jia say?... Mmm, I really feel that the high altitude is very cold~"

Gogol was still wearing the clothes he had when he met Chiyo Mochizuki, and his face showed a look of savoring the chill in the sky, the corners of his lips were still the same as when he met Chiyo Mochizuki. Half serious, even as if preparing to perform on stage.

And the black-haired young man standing beside him——Fyodor Dostoevsky, also wore his snow-white plush coat as always, and the same white soft hat was tightly attached to his ear On the side, he wrapped himself tightly, and there was a dangerous purple light in his dark red eyes.

It's just that such a dress, after the world began to distort, became more and more dazzling.

Fyodor didn't collapse because of Gogol's escape, and said with a smile on his own: "With such a strange energy field, you have indeed succeeded in bringing together all the people who should be drawn into this battlefield." I pulled it in. It was supposed to be rewarded."

"Hey——Fei Jia, it looks really scary." Gogol showed no fear, and the expression on his face didn't even change at all. It could be said that he calmly expressed his fear verbally. Danger asked: "Then, it's almost time for you to appear on the stage."

Fyodor looked at him sideways, smiled and shook his head: "No, I have appeared in front of them a long time ago, but no one cares about my appearance. After all, what is in front of them is something that needs to be resolved. .”

"What's more——" he changed the subject, "Mr. Bai Lan is also our indestructible and loyal ally~"