I am a writer in the world of sorcery

It hurts.

The pain was so heavy that it was unbearable. After the body fell to the ground, it was smashed to pieces, and the blood was splattered everywhere. It was bright red and hot, and penetrated into the floor tiles. Osamu Dazai was still only thinking about his cigarette case. The impression is the arms tightly encircling him, and the blue eyes with a crazy smile under the setting sun.

Gojo Satoru... jumped down with him?

Osamu Dazai's expression was distorted by the pain, but he was more dazed, as if something was stuck in his throat, but his appearance made the person opposite him amused, and the grinning became more and more crazy. He sat up propped up—his fingers touched green grass tips and wet soil, and his palm was covered with large swaths of blood, but his hand should not be so intact, at least he remembered the broken appearance of this hand due to the impact fracture .

"Don't you still regret it!"

Gojo Satoru laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, a heart was beating violently in his chest, almost jumping out, he was also covered in blood, and red drops fell from the tip of his snow-white hair, flowing across that beautiful face , was also dripping with blood, part of it belonged to him, part belonged to Dazai Osamu, the laughter was crazy and carefree: "Don't you still regret it, Dazai Osamu!"

Just as Osamu Dazai was about to speak, the banned memories of the past suddenly flooded into his brain. The frame by frame almost brought him back to four years ago. He covered his mouth and coughed intermittently. His eyes were flickering, his expression was cloudy, his pupils shrunk into a small dot, his face was pale, and there was a little helplessness mixed with anger. After a long time, he moved his lips: "What did you do to me?" ?”

Gojo Satoru laughed more and more freely: "Even if I tell you, you won't be able to understand, but I've asked for your consent, so don't regret it, right?"

"Are you asking for my consent!" Osamu Dazai paused, so confused that he couldn't even organize his sentences: "No... wait, why do you still have a timeline?"

Gojo Satoru retorted back: "Didn't you ask for my permission?"

[Midsummer 2006, Tokyo High School of Magic. ]

"Xia Youjun." The 16-year-old Xia Youjie was stopped by a man who also wore a three-piece suit, a black coat and a red scarf on a hot day, as if he didn't know what heat was. He blinked: "I'm going to write a book, and I'm collecting folk songs now. If you don't mind, I'll treat you to soba noodles? If you're troubled by monkeys, I have some suggestions for you to refer to."

In front of the wooden table, the man picked up some soba noodles with chopsticks, his voice was calm.

"The next day your apprentice Huiyuan will die because of the land god crusade mission. It was originally a first-level mission. As for whether to kill all the monkeys, I have seen you ten years later. He has not finished killing the monkeys. , and did not change the unfair death of the conjurer, for a whole ten years he wore cassocks and pretended to perfunctory the righteousness that he didn't even admit, but he was finally relieved, congratulations."

"..."

"As long as people are still alive, it is impossible to have an answer, and it is impossible to get relief. All deaths are chronic illnesses that cannot be spit out or swallowed. This book is for you. Its function is to change the reality once. Logic, everything you write in this book will come true, resurrect Tennai Riko, if you can do it, kill all the monkeys, whatever you like."

"In exchange, I need you to help me kill a curse master who has lived for a long time, and then exorcise a few curse spirits. You cannot accept anyone's help and guarantee the personal safety of Jianren Qihai for me—I hope he will live a long life." Years old, this is the final ending in the book I wrote."

Facing his question, the man smiled: "How do I know? I haven't figured out how time works in my life, but as long as I achieve my goal, what does the rest have to do with me?"

[47°9 South Latitude, 126°43 West Longitude, Pohnpei Island. ]

"Mr. Randolph." Gojo Satoru walked towards the investigator team by the seaside: "Please make a deal with me. I need you to make some silver keys for me as a reward."

He touched his eye sockets with his fingers: "I can find out the real location of R'lyeh for you, and guarantee that all of you will leave alive and unscathed."

[Kyushu, Japan, Yahara. ]

Gojo Satoru fished 15-year-old Osamu Dazai out of the sea, and he stared at each other. In the vision of all-seeing six eyes, countless branches gradually closed together: "As long as you want to live, you can't die. You can't kill yourself as long as someone loves you, but if you're really in that pain, I wish you the best of luck."

[South of France, Eze. ]

"I give you back the right to die, but you still have to agree to one condition, no, two conditions." Wujo Satoru's voice was very soft, so soft that the other party still felt panic even when he lost his mind, almost Ruthless: "First, no regrets, you must not have any regrets about your death, even regrets thinner than a spider's silk, otherwise you will face the most terrifying retribution for you."

"Second, forget about the past few days, you just remember that you sent me back, and you won't find anything abnormal."

Gojo Satoru stood up, picked up the prison gate from the table, and made a seal with one hand: "As a condition for you to bear the unfavorable bondage, correspondingly, I will pay for my freedom. If you never regret it from the beginning to the end, then the unfavorable price is up to me." Bear, the prison gate will never be opened again."

"—open the door."

He walked in without hesitation.

Osamu Dazai's brain was spinning rapidly, and for the first time he felt that his comprehension was not enough: "So? You are now—"

which one.

Osamu Dazai tactfully swallowed the second half of the sentence

The smiles in the five voices of enlightenment became more and more intense: "There is nothing to do, it's very simple, you regret it, so you have to accept retribution, this is the condition you promised me, it is a bondage, and it is also an oath, then from now on I can no longer go back on it, and there is no chance to go back on it.”

"Using the words of the family who won the newcomer award, do people live to find salvation for themselves? I will not save people who do not want to be saved, but Osamu Dazai, this is my third chance to save you." This time! It’s only three things, you always know it!”

"……what."

Gojo Satoru smiled enough, bent his eyes and waved his fingers in front of the other party: "Time is not as simple as you imagined, but you really messed up the timeline and worldline, even if the main purpose of the six eyes is observation, you still It took me a long time to gather the world lines together. Fortunately, the time inside the prison gate is static, and the time on my body is also static... Well, even if I tell you, you won’t understand , but it will blow your head off."

"Tell me first?"

"I told you that you can't understand." Gojo Satoru wiped the blood from the corner of his lower eye with his thumb, brushed away his red-dyed white hair, and rubbed his eyelashes: "But if you can do it, you can also see it yourself. With the vision of six eyes, you will naturally know what's going on, I don't mind at all, want to try it?"

Osamu Dazai couldn't tell what mood he was in now, it was a mess, worse than a ball of wool scratched by a cat, but he still trembled reflexively when he saw those clear blue eyes, and finally he tidied up a little Feeling emotional, he half-curled one leg, rested his elbow on his knee, and waved his hand helplessly while propping his forehead: "Thank you, I still don't need it."

"Hey..." The other party draws a long tail: "Are you sure you don't want it? I won't do anything to you. Gouging out your eyes and changing them is super fast, and the pain will pass at most."

Osamu Dazai wiped the blood from his hair with his sleeve, and there was still a faint phantom pain in his nerves: "Thank you, I don't need it, how did I survive?"

"It's considered dead, but I cured it with the inversion technique."

"I remember that your reversal technique can only be used on yourself."

Gojo Satoru laughed recklessly and arrogantly, and his blue eyes were surprisingly bright: "Because I am the strongest, is it difficult to upgrade the reversal technique?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes, nodded slowly and complicatedly: "...that's it."

He looked down at his intact hand, turned his wrist, and stood up uncomfortably. The corners of his black coat were gently swayed by the wind. The forest was foggy, but the sky was gradually getting brighter. Lu, a few rays of golden sunlight shone through the mist, and there seemed to be rustling movements in the distance. This was not the Yokohama he was familiar with. Hand, grabbed his scarf and pulled it out hard.

The other party rolled up the innocent piece of cloth, raised his hand and threw it far away.

The cold wind suddenly poured into the collar.

Osamu Dazai sighed, and turned his face: "Where does my scarf make you uncomfortable, alas, it hurts, don't bite me."

He paused, hesitatingly stretched out his hand to encircle the opponent's body, but his movement made the force of biting on the side of his neck suddenly a little stronger, and the dirty white cat fur scratched him even more itchy, The two arms around his waist were getting tighter and tighter, making him quite uncomfortable. Osamu Dazai slightly bent his eyes, but heard a voice of gnashing teeth: "You are really not a good person."

Gojo Satoru changed the place and bit down again, the bite was very heavy, his eyes were hot, and he thought about something three times, you don't know how many times I tried, the function of the six eyes is to observe, he looked at this person and There are countless ways to die. He watched this person jump from the upstairs, watched this person sink into the bottom of the sea, until he had to admit that I really couldn't save him. I read this book over and over again, and finally stared at one line in a daze.

[People live for self-salvation...? ]

He couldn't save Osamu Dazai, but Osamu Dazai could save himself.

"Why am I not a good thing?" Osamu Dazai said halfway, but was interrupted by Gojo Satoru: "You have too much retribution, and in that world you are already dead, completely dead, and there is no way out. If you don’t keep it for yourself, then you won’t be able to go back later, not only will you have to suffer and live here, but you will also have to live for many, many years—”

Osamu Dazai held that beautiful face, kissed the other's clear blue eyes with his lips, insects chirped, birds chirped, strands of golden sunlight fell into his eyes through the lush branches and leaves, and the breath of green grass was clean and clear.

"it is good."