I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"—and then you fucking deny it all."

Gojo Satoru had a strange smile on his face, with a hint of madness in his smile. He pinched the opponent's face with his fingers, and said softly in a tone that wished to kill Osamu Dazai: "Because of your inexplicably deep-rooted mental cleanliness , so you directly divided me into several, one at the age of 17, one at the age of 28, and now another one—that’s how it is!”

Osamu Dazai's voice was hoarse and urgent: "You are not the same, and after all, which one do you like? It's not me!"

The person this psycho loves is not him at all, but the port mafia leader who has decided to die. The faint favor extends to the 15-year-old him, and then which is his cat?It's not the monster in front of me, it's a pretty white cat with blue eyes who loses its temper when it's not happy, is very capricious, never thinks about the outcome and doesn't care about gains and losses, but his cat died long ago, his cat died long ago Ten years ago, he didn't kill it, it was this monster, it was time!

He never had a cat in the first place.

The time is not right.

The timing was wrong from beginning to end.

False and wrong from start to finish.

Dazai Ji is so sad, so sad that he can only keep crying, so sad that his words are mixed with strong crying, intermittently, everything he has experienced is powerless and irresistible, he thought about doing something, He has thought of a way, he has thought of many ways, isn't it just raising a blind white cat?He can completely put people into a box and become a fool to carry it every day-but what if he didn't have this cat in the first place?

That was ten years ago.

Time is the only existence that cannot be changed or reversed. Just like when he was four years old, he did not go fishing for goldfish in the sea to play games in Tokyo, nor did the 17-year-old Gojo Satoru live in a dilapidated iron house for three days. Years, when he sent his cat back, the monster he imprisoned in the prison gate only wanted to kill him, just like this false world, like Oda Saku, like Ango, and like Naka , what can he do?

No.

Nothing.

If there's anything he can do, it's probably to love - to accept and love the fact that all this is a complete, colossal lie.

Gojo Satoru didn't respond for a long time after listening to it. He covered his eyes and smiled for a while, then pinched Dazai Osamu's throat with a smile, and leaned his fingers weakly, wishing to tighten his fingers directly, just as the man said. Kill him directly as he said: "So that's the case, then you should also ask yourself the previous question. Since your cat is dead, why did you tell me that I should listen to you? Where did you come from?" Do you have the confidence and courage to say this to me?"

"..."

He stared at the person in front of him who was about to suffocate from crying but still remembered to tighten his lips, his eyes moved away from the pair of iris eyes soaked in tears, and fell on the white, dry and peeled lips of the other party, and then Repeatedly: "Where do you get the confidence and courage?"

"answer me."

"..."

"I guess you can't afford to see a fourth eye, but I don't care if you have to."

Gojo Satoru laughed, and slowly bent his fingers in front of Osamu Dazai, making a gesture of boundless space. When the middle finger was about to touch the knuckles of the index finger, the man in his arms choked violently, and grabbed his wrist , buried his face into the crest of his neck, the only sound left in his voice was the collapse of being cornered after being pushed to the extreme.

"Because you are not him!"

Osamu Dazai's body trembled violently. While breathing violently, he tore his hoarse throat intermittently: "Aren't you the same person!"

"..."

Gojo Satoru let go of his hand very calmly.

His purpose is not to drive people completely crazy, Boundless Space is just a gesture, he slowly followed the other's back, the person in his arms is breathing quickly and warmly, and there are big tears They landed on him together, and after just a few words, his neckline was wetted a lot. After a while, he smiled: "Don't you know that too?"

Gojo Satoru slowly stroked the thin and lonely bone on the back of the opponent, and bent his eyes without emotion: "I thought you didn't know."

He didn't give the man a chance to rest, grabbed him by the collar like a cat, and forcibly pulled him up from himself: "Then, the second question, why do you say you can't survive? What is the book I read, a book that will become reality if written on it? Rewrite reality?"

"...not rewriting reality."

That book completely shattered Osamu Dazai. Before he got the book, he didn't want to live, but when he got the book and learned the truth, he couldn't live.

A book is not a supernatural item, but the origin of the world, the sum of possibilities. There are countless worlds in it. You can talk about parallel worlds or another world line, but there is only one real world, and there is only one unique one. The world outside the book called the main world is stable and unique, and the countless worlds derived from different choices in that world are all folded inside the book.Countless worlds, that is, countless pages.

"...It is an exchange. The book contains countless possible worlds, countless possibilities that can be infinitely differentiated under different choices and conditions."

The function of the book is not to create and rewrite reality out of thin air, but to replace, or cover, to call out the possible fragments of the countless possible worlds in the book, and to cover the original reality of the main world.

That is to say, if there is not a world written by Oda Sakunosuke alive in the book, as long as he continues to let Oda Sakunosuke enter the port mafia, Dazai Osamu of any world writes on that book "I want Oda Sakunosuke to write alive" , are impossible to achieve.

But once someone put pen to paper on that book, the world in the book corresponding to the written content will be summoned, and the world in the book is like a cheap cotton puppet, with a small useful place removed and used as The patch covers the overworld, and the rest of the Muppet is either destroyed or thrown into the sewer.

Osamu Dazai looked up at the other party: "This world is just a cheap puppet that can be taken out and torn off at any time. It's just one of the possibilities."

Except for the main world, all the worlds in the book have a restriction. As long as more than three people know the existence of the book, the world in the book will be unstable and will spontaneously destroy. This is the limitation that the book imposes on all the worlds in the book.

"……finally, I understand."

"Fuck you, Osamu Dazai." Gojo Satoru tried his best to restrain the emotions welling up in his throat, and also tried his best to suppress the violent thoughts in his heart: "So you insist on living for four more years, just to add a chapter to this book. The world written by Oda Sakunosuke alive, for this broken book, for this broken collection book, personally describe a page of game cg, add an extra ending collection - and then wait for people from other worlds to write something on that broken book Destroy your world?"

Gojo Satoru seemed to want to laugh, but that half-smile expression could only distort his pretty face, and he tilted his head full of sarcasm: "Why didn't I realize that you are actually a good person? "

"Good guy?"

Osamu Dazai grinned again, and smiled intermittently, extremely happy: "Anyway, I'm going to die, and whether the world is destroyed or not, how long it can last, what does it matter to me?"

He is not a good person at all, which good person arranges a doomed ending for his world like him?

Everything he did before was to create the ending of "Oda Saku can write at the seaside", and the five-step plan he prepared afterwards was still for this ending. He only needs to add one more possibility to the book, a kind of other world. The possibility that Osamu Dazai will not be able to play out—he will arrange for Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Atsushi Nakajima to continue the happy ending he played as much as possible, but how long can they last...

What does that have to do with him?

Anyway, there is already the possibility of Odasaku writing alive, and he doesn't want to live in this fragile and false world, everyone is happy, isn't it!This is his happiness, what's wrong with it!

"Excellent." Gojo Satoru raised his hand to take off his sunglasses, threw them on the floor next to him, and then reached out to caress the back of the man's head in his arms, forcing him to look at him: "It couldn't be better, come on, look at me."

"……Well!!!"

Dazaiji let out a few strange screams from his trachea, he suddenly grabbed his throat, Gojo Satoru didn't care how much this man tossed himself, but forced his body to fall backwards, leaned his back against the back of the chair, lifted a Covering his eyes with one arm, he paused for a while, his eyes squinted, and some crazy and hostile smiles flashed in his eyes: "Promise me a few conditions, and then I will let you die happily, OK?"

Osamu Dazai's head was already in a mess, like a pile of melted butter, all senses were magnified infinitely, and some indescribable information he couldn't understand filled his thinking, twisting and wriggling, time It was also unprecedentedly long, he felt as if a lifetime had passed, and in a trance he heard a familiar voice saying something.

Gojo Satoru straightened his body again, pinched the opponent's wrist with one hand and tore off the two hands that were trying to strangle him, even though the man cried and laughed and murmured for mercy: "How about banning suicide? Only in this world there are Love you - no, love is too exaggerated, as long as there are people in this world who have a little affection for you, you can live."

Doesn't this person want to die?He wanted him not to die, so how could he be freed so easily?This arrogant and over-the-top bastard should suffer a bit, what is Osamu Dazai afraid of?Are you afraid of pain?Are you afraid of death?

Of course not afraid.

What was the most terrifying punishment for him?

keep him alive.

No, Osamu Dazai thought, you can't treat him like this, it's too painful, no, he feels like he's going to die of pain just listening to this condition, how can there be such an excessive condition?Terrible pain spread all over his body in an instant, and he felt as if he kept saying something, but the person in front of him was as cold as a stone, you can't treat me like this, he thought, forget about others, how can you Can you do this to me too?

But he didn't know that the person in front of him was not as cold as a stone, the curse that the other party had planned was broken by his appearance and his rare honesty so that he could no longer stick together.

Gojo Satoru's remaining curses were pressed under his tongue, and those restrictions that he could easily impose on the other party seemed to be a piece of red-hot coals. Swallowed it back.

Does he want Osamu Dazai to live?Of course he wants to, so does he want to make Osamu Dazai suffer?

In no mood.

In no mood.

In no mood.

He really doesn't want to.

"...Forget it." He straightened the man's fluffy and soft hair, put one hand around the other's waist, and hugged the trembling wretch into his arms, like hugging a It was a thin and bony stray cat. He thought of the bright sunset that day, and the man with a gentle and beautiful smile wearing a red scarf, so he couldn't help but slowly tighten his arms.

"...I will give you back the right to die, but you still have to promise me one condition."

He said softly, "No regrets."