I died after raising them

As long as you are a resident of Yokohama, you must know the existence of a behemoth.

That's the Port Mafia.

Five towering buildings stand in the center of Yokohama, no matter where you are in Yokohama, you can see them just by looking up.

Now that the government rarely intervenes in the control, the port mafia is above other organizations, and it can be said that it can stop the existence of children crying at night.

But few ordinary residents know who the leader who holds this behemoth in the palm of his hand is.

And the members of the port mafia knew about it but dared not say it.

The elevator on the top floor opened silently, and the person guarding the corridor just glanced at the man's face, then lowered his head without daring to look directly at him, and saluted: "Officer Chaocang."

When bending over, the member of the guerrilla group directly under the leader couldn't help but think of it.

The leader's most powerful judge, a cadre whose hands were stained with the blood of countless betrayers, Asakura Kiyawada.

——Such a beautiful and flawless face should only be created by a god.

This is a face that is extremely close to perfection, a twist that cannot be described in words.

The light golden long hair was hanging down so softly behind him, and when the light blue eyes that were clearer than the most expensive gems looked at him, it almost made people want to stop breathing.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed man was wearing a neat suit. The close-fitting design set off the near-perfect proportions of the man. The tie was tightly fastened, and the delicate and compact tie clip shone in the light.

His slender and powerful legs kept walking, he nodded expressionlessly in response, and then knocked on the door of the chief's office.

"come in."

What came from the room that symbolized the supreme status was a sweet girl's voice.

The blond man pushed open the door, and met a pair of eyes of the same color as his.

The same blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl looked at him with a smile and waved, "Qinghe, come here."

The man named Qinghe walked over, put the document in his hand on the desk, bent over and put his face in the girl's hand.

The eyebrows and eyes of the meandering are raised, and the eyes are not far away, as if she is the only one who is full of heart and eyes.

Asahina Yayoi couldn't help but said to the main god in his mind: [The face I squeezed is really beautiful. ]

Such useless exclamation, the Lord God did not reply.

Yayoi's fingers rubbed against the man's cheek, and the man remained obediently motionless. His long pale golden hair fell on Yayoi's black windbreaker, and the two hairs were intertwined, as if they were one.

This is her person.

She exchanged it from the main god, and every part of her body is an artificial human carefully carved by her.

With flesh and blood, with a soul, but only loyal to Yayoi Asahina, an artificial human that can never be changed.

As long as you have points, you can exchange them for anything you want in the main god space, this sentence is not just words.

When Yayoi entered the main god's space again, the main god issued another urgent mission.

[Collection Bungo Stray Dogs World Core Power 0%]

And what is the core power of the world?

Yayoi asked the Lord God like this.

And the reply given by the Lord God was also very concise.

[Children of the world's strongest emotion. ]

The children of the world don't just refer to the protagonist.

Those who are favored by the world and have the life trajectory set by the world are considered children of the world.

Yayoi also watched Bungo Stray Dogs, and even though her memory is not as clear as when she first watched it, the general framework is still in her mind.

Afraid of the reappearance of the coquettish operation in which the main god of the last world banned the use of props, Yayoi thought for a while, and spent points that were almost sky-high in the eyes of other players to create "Asakura Kiyoto".

The identity of the artificial human created from the main god is between the player and the main god's prop, so that restriction cannot seal the artificial human.

The artificial human soul created by the main god is engraved with the maker's brand, and will never have the thought of betrayal.The unlimited body can accommodate any lineage and props, as long as the maker is willing to spend points on the artificial human, he can get a powerful boost.

Asahina Yayoi is naturally not a stingy person.

In the eyes of the members of the port mafia, their Asakura cadres have reached the peak in physical and gun fighting skills, but unfortunately they have no special abilities.

But Yayoi knew that Asakura Kiyokazu's supernatural ability was his hole card.

It was she who set up the identity of the current port mafia leader, leaving the most important hole card in the script.

The identity of the gods was set in the last world, what identity in this world is the most convenient to approach the children of the world.

That would be, of course, a member of the Port Mafia or an armed detective agency.

However, the main god is rare and very generous. Not only does this world not restrict Yayoi from using the props of the main god's space, but it has also set her as the most accessible child of the world.

But Yayoi never imagined that after she entered this world, she turned her head and saw the dates of books and periodicals on the newsstand by the roadside.

——There are still more than 30 years before the main storyline begins, and even the slightly older Mori Ogai in Children of the World is only eight years old now.

That's why the Lord God dared to put the identity of the leader of the port mafia on her head, right?

Yayoi was standing on the street, and the oncoming child holding cotton candy suddenly saw the girl's ferocious expression, and was so frightened that the cotton candy fell to the ground, and turned around crying and shouting: "Mom! There are monsters!! "

Of course, these prerequisites can be ignored.

Yayoi withdrew her hand, and turned her gaze to the documents Asakura Kiyokazu put on the table.

Asakura Kiyoka stood up straight, opened one of the pages of the document and handed it to Yayoi: "Is this child the person you are looking for?"

Yayoi lowered her eyes.

There are four words written on the column of the name.

— Morin Taro.

Forest Taro felt that his short eight years of life seemed to be a collection of countless tragic jokes.

When he was young, the discord between his parents and the dissatisfaction at work turned into harsh words and hit him, and when he got older, it turned into a fierce fist, and then...

Those two people were buried in the calculation of each other.

Regardless of accidentally injuring the child—or the mother who wanted him to die together poisoned the meal, the father hired a gangster to kill the mother who went out before the meal, and used his beautiful and delicate son as a reward.

Neither of them cared about Morin Taro's blood relationship with them, and even felt that he was a burden and the source of their pain.

So both of them were killed, leaving him alone to be taken away by those hooligans, intending to sell them to those merchants who could pay a big price.

As for the police?In the city of Yokohama, it is impossible to count on anyone to count on the police.

Forest Taro did not resist, after all, he could no longer see the hope of the way forward.

He was imprisoned by those punks and a group of numb and dull-looking children who no longer knew how long they had been imprisoned.

Forest Taro is no longer a child.

The tragic family made him mature earlier than all children, and also made him understand his possible end better than all children.

It's nothing more than being sent to the bed of those big men with weird hobbies. After all, those little gangsters agreed with his father to use him as a reward because of his face.

The boy closed his eyes tiredly, relaxed his body and leaned against the iron cage wall, and did not open his eyes even when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

His peace and tranquility are completely different from the children around him who are either crying and making noise or looking numb.

When Yayoi walked into this dim warehouse, she saw this unusual child at first sight.

The one who led her in was obviously the boss of this low-level organization. When he saw Asakura Kiyokazu, his legs almost went limp and he didn't kneel on the ground. When he found out that the port mafia cadre was following a little girl, he felt a storm in his heart. .

After all the port mafia has three bans.

All port mafia forces are not allowed to traffic people, drugs, and casinos.

But the cadre of the port mafia didn't show the same expression. The girl standing in front even said that she wanted to buy "goods".

The boss quickly took them into the warehouse where the best batch of "goods" were kept.

He took it for granted that it would not be easy for a girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen to be able to keep the port mafia cadres behind her. Naturally, those defective products could not be drawn out to dirty the eyes of big shots.

So Yayoi found Mori Ogai without any difficulty.

The fingers painted with gorgeous Danko stretched into the iron cage, pinched the boy's chin and lifted it upwards.

Morintaro opened his eyes instantly, and what he saw was the blond girl looking down at him.

The girl with blond hair and blue eyes had an enthusiastic smile on her face, and the black windbreaker draped over her shoulders was lifted because of the movement, revealing her slender waist.

He saw the girl's eyes sized him up, and finally withdrew her hand in satisfaction, and the handsome man standing beside him immediately handed her a handkerchief for her to wipe.

"Just this." The girl casually wiped her fingers and said, "Qinghe, pay."

The man who had just handed the girl the handkerchief handed over the suitcase he was carrying to the boss. The boss opened the box, confirmed the amount of money in the box with a smile on his face, and then opened the iron cage readily, and pulled Morin Taro's arm. He grabbed it out.

Asakura Kiyohe silently stepped forward and took the boy from the man's hand.

Mori Taro was dragged staggeringly behind the man called Kiyawazu, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the smile on the girl's face growing stronger.

"Now that the transaction has been completed..."

Yayoi threw the handkerchief on the ground and said gently, "Then I will say goodbye to you."

The next moment, the situation changed dramatically.

Continuous gunshots rang out outside the house, and the girl inside the house held the gun between the man's eyebrows.

The man's face froze because of the joy that the goods were sold at a good price, and he loosened his hands unconsciously, and the box smashed on the ground and scattered banknotes all over the place.

"The port mafia stipulates three prohibitions, and if you violate it, you will bear the consequences."

The girl smiled and said, "Is there any objection?"

Before the man could answer, the bullet pierced his head.

In the last second of consciousness, he heard Asakura Kiyohe say: "Boss, next time I'll do this kind of thing, I don't need to dirty your hands."

Only then did he realize that he had run right in front of the port mafia leader.

But the next moment, his life came to an end.

Morin Taro couldn't maintain his calm expression anymore, he raised his head to look at the girl who bought him.

At the same time, it seems to have noticed something.

Yayoi lowered her head, looked into his eyes without any fear, and showed a satisfied smile.