Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

The back of the "book".

Port Mafia headquarters building.

The five dark fortresses lined up in a row, using the highest standard of defense measures, and even the main building is equipped with supernatural powers at any time, no matter what kind of invading enemy it is, it is absolutely impossible to break into the chief's office on the top floor.

Everything is to protect that person——

Sitting on the throne of darkness, he controls the leader of this behemoth.

No one knows his name, no one knows his face.

Only, there are horror legends about the port mafia, along with the sea breeze in Yokohama, blowing all over this magical capital.

However, at this moment.

The mafia leader who was feared by everyone on alert, he—— fell asleep.

No, no, it's better to say "coma".

With the back of the right hand against the side of the face, quietly put the upper body on the desk.

The fluffy black hair fell to the right side, and part of it fell down, covering the snow-white bandage that covered the left eye.

His breathing was shallow, and there was no obvious sound, which almost made people want to rush up to test his breath.

But this time, Nakahara Chuya, who was still standing behind the office and served as his personal bodyguard as the "highest cadre of the port mafia", finally learned his lesson.

After being lukewarmly stabbed by the leader a few times, he chose to sit on the sidelines.

So that is to say.This unexplained "coma" must be the third time.

Although the leader always insisted that he was "asleep", for Chuya Nakahara, who rarely left the leader's side except for missions, this sudden sleep that did not conform to the other party's physiological habits still made him vigilant.

Is it a different ability? ——For Dazai Osamu who holds [Disqualification in the World], there has never been a precedent for it to become invalid.And this information is listed as one of the top secrets of the port mafia, and it has never been released. It can almost be used as a key strategy to defeat the enemy: think about the despair of the enemy when he finally rushed to the top floor and realized that the supernatural power is useless.

And if the supernatural ability is ruled out, could it be that Osamu Dazai finally couldn't hold on anymore?

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know whether this was good news or bad news.

If it is good news, then it proves that Osamu Dazai is just a normal human being.

Or, this bastard's body has already...

He didn't think about it for long.

—The leader woke up.

He fell asleep quietly, and there was no movement when he woke up.

Quiet as if melting into the night.Even the white bandages only made the silence even more silent.

"...I fell asleep again?"

Dazai asked softly.

He didn't look back when he said this, and Nakahara Zhong also replied "Yes, leader" as usual.

But after all, the two of them are not an ordinary superior-subordinate relationship. After saying this sentence with a respectful enough attitude, Zhong Yuanzhong still couldn't help but sting:

"You were 'unconscious' for 13 minutes."

For a moment, Nakahara even hoped that Osamu Dazai would get mad at him.

It is also good to reprimand.Sarcasm is also good.

It's nice to be able to shake fists at each other, too - he'll take the initiative to get punished for it afterwards.

If this guy can get angry because of this, cause some emotional fluctuations, and stop putting on a dead face every day...

"yes."

The chief said briefly.

The lingering sound of the words almost echoed in the too empty and dead office, once again drawing an insurmountable gap between this person and other people.

Sever contact simply and clearly.

Simply and neatly cut off the fetters.

With such a high-pressure attitude without mercy, tell everyone:

——I am Osamu Dazai, the leader of the Port Mafia.

— with all of you.

- they are all different.

"........."

Zhong Yuanzhong fell into silence as if speechless.He has no way to continue this topic.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the table, moved his right hand resting against his cheek, and quietly picked up the pen.

The expensive antique was held in that pale and thin hand, and it didn't take long to pause, as if it had never "fallen" and wrote the signature incomparably smoothly.

I don't know why, when he woke up this time, Osamu Dazai neither showed surprise and doubt the first time, nor the second time, as if he had some rare and relaxing dream.

He didn't look gloomy or relaxed as if he'd really taken a break.

He just decided something early, and only regarded the unexpected "sleep" as a platform for a short stop in the middle.

Perhaps, under that handsome face that didn't reveal any thoughts, she was already so tired that she lost the strength to get to the bottom of it.

(after all,--)

Following the leader's orderly orders, this illegal and violent mafia organization, which has established a firm foothold in the Kanto region and quietly stabilized the world without anyone knowing, is operating again.

Then, this coffin-like chief's office, where money, power and status are everywhere, and where death is everywhere, fell into absolute silence again.

Only the ever-expanding darkness remained.

Only the lies that stand alone remain.

During this period, Osamu Dazai answered a few calls, ordered something coldly, thought for a while, picked out a few documents from the pile of documents in the drawer and put them aside, took out the pager and instructed the secretary Xiaoyin.

After waiting for a while, Dazai waited for his subordinates who had successfully completed the task—that is, wiped out all the enemies.

Outside the double doors, which are strong enough to defend against bullets, came the young man's quiet report:

"Boss, this is Dun. Answer the call and come to visit."*

Osamu Dazai put down his pen.

At this moment, he almost wanted to smile.

For this, finally came the ending.

"...Come in." No one could hear the silent pause between Osamu Dazai's words, they only knew that the leader of the port mafia who said this sentence was as cold, cruel, and ruthless as ever.

"excuse me."

Atsushi Nakajima said so, and walked in through the double doors opened by remote control.

He is, looks like a boyish boy.

Slanted white hair hangs over the forehead, and purple-gold pupils occasionally stretch into elongated feline shapes when overstretched.

Wearing a long black coat that can cover his throat, and wearing black boots, he walks lightly without making any noise.

——The "White Death of the Port Mafia" who voluntarily stepped into this world, soaked in silence and darkness.

Those eyes that are not rich in emotion, only when they look up at the leader, will they show a little gratitude and intimacy.

And Nakahara Chuya, who was waiting at the back of the room, frowned at this disrespectful attitude, and warned in a cold voice—a reminder—and said:

"Too arrogant, guerrilla leader."

Zhong Yuanzhong also pointed out the identity of the other party in words: "This is in front of the leader. Be restrained."*

"I'm so sorry."

Atsushi Nakajima immediately knelt down on one knee without any objection, bowed his head deeply to show his loyalty, and expressed his apology in words.

At this moment, the leader smiled instead.

This was not the time to smile, but Osamu Dazai seemed to be a little relaxed for some reason, and from that pale face that was always indifferent when it was not necessary, he could vaguely find a sincere smile.

"It's all right, Chuya. ——Thanks for your hard work, Atsushi. Welcome back."*

"?!"

Chuya Nakahara was not perfunctory by this bastard at all, it would be better to say that he heard the guerrilla captain yelling "Mr. Go out and tell him to clench his fists.

Those cobalt blue eyes were once again full of anger and shining brightly in front of Dazai.

"It has nothing to do with this guy's identity. In case... In short, how can the two of you be allowed to talk alone."

(How can I allow you to die somewhere I don't know)

Dazai smiled again. ——He smiles a lot today.

"Permission? You didn't ask for permission, Chuya."

"You are the cadre, and I am the leader."

"And orders are absolute in the mafia. It's okay not to value the chain of command."*

(how can you be allowed to intervene in this last lie)

"…………"

Zhongyuan Zhong also gritted his teeth angrily, and once again, I don't know how many times, he wanted to punch that infuriating face hard with his fist! !

"Ah, that's it, it's up to you."

After being mercilessly identified by the leader, and stung by the cold and cruel alienation, Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped hard and walked out without looking back:

"If you let the leader die, you won't be spared, kid." He threatened Atsushi Nakajima, and at the same time felt that his insistence was both ridiculous and pathetic. ...Since Osamu Dazai is so dismissive.

But Chuya Nakahara still took a deep breath after all, emphasizing it as if he was addressing Osamu Dazai, Atsushi Nakajima, and himself, again and again:

"Because 'Dazai Osamu' will die at the hands of 'Chuya Chuya' one day."

Whenever he reiterated this sentence, Zhong Yuanzhong never worried that the person who was the leader would convict him because of this.

Every time he emphasized this sentence, Zhong Yuan wanted to tell that bastard not to put on such a smiling face again.

(so, before i kill you)

(Don't die...!)

The sincerity hidden behind the curse has never been brought up on purpose.

They let this mind suspend, hide, and finally float in the air.It's as if nothing happened.

This time, is no exception.

Central Plains also closed the door heavily and with restraint.

He let the leader Atsushi Nakajima report the situation, knowing that the kid was loyal, but he didn't walk away because of it.

Zhongyuan Zhongye casually maintained a guarded posture at the gate, his eyes rolled around him respectfully and vigilantly.

He showed himself unarmed with empty hands, pacing up and down the empty corridor.

The inexplicable distraction made it difficult for Nakahara Chuya to have any feelings of pride as usual, even if he looked at the well-organized Yokohama through the glass window in the corridor.

He didn't know what he was missing. ——Since the age of 15, Nakahara Chuya, who has directly exploded many conspiracies and calculations by relying on his force value, has never managed Dazai Osamu in terms of tactics.

He didn't know what was bothering him. ——From the beginning, Dazai Osamu, who murdered the previous generation and became the leader, never communicated with anyone beyond the scope of work.

Central Plains didn't know either... He just realized now that he didn't know anything.

No one knows anything about Dazai Osamu.

He started to laugh and get angry again, stood and took a deep breath, restraining his urge to rush into the chief's office to extract a confession.Although there is no doubt that the only person who suffers from doing so may be himself who is punished.

But fortunately, the Central Plains was not irritable for too long.

Not long after, Atsushi Nakajima came out silently.

In just a few words of conversation, the quiet and silent young man a moment ago has turned pale, lost the last trace of blood, and his forehead is covered with cold sweat.

If Atsushi Nakajima hadn't acted the same way, it would almost make people think that the guerrilla leader was tortured in the chief's office.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at this kid with a little sympathy: This is the man Dazai Osamu's ability to break people's minds just by talking.

At the same time, he keenly noticed that Atsushi Nakajima lowered his hand and quietly put a black envelope into his pocket.

Nakahara would not go to inquire about other people's tasks, but when Atsushi Nakajima walked in front of him, he stopped respectfully and bowed his head:

"Central Plains cadres," the young man said quietly, "the leader is calling for you."

Chuya Nakahara let out a "huh", passed Atsushi Nakajima, passed Atsushi Nakajima's secret mission, and once again stepped into the room full of death.

"--leader."

Zhongyuan Zhong also abides by etiquette, kneeling on one knee to salute as soon as he enters the door.

"Zhongye," said the leader in a quiet voice as he sat upright, "I have a task for you."

He raised his head upon hearing this.

There was a faint smile on the face, it was Osamu Dazai's rare gentle expression that had already made up his mind and no one was able to stop him.

"I need you...to go on a business trip."

Dazai said gently.

(So, before the dust settles)

(leave……)

Such cryptic thoughts, not even a word, half a sentence, failed to leak out.

Everything was buried under this man's seemingly ruthless actions.

Regarding Chuya Nakahara's oblique questioning, Osamu Dazai gave several reasons that had no flaws and had prepared early, and then urged Chuya to leave early and complete the task well.

Standing at the door, with one hand on the doorknob, Nakahara Nakaya turned his head suspiciously under his strong and keen intuition:

"...Do you really want me to leave now?"

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Yeah."

Zhong Yuanzhong also ruffled his hair irritably: "You, are you really okay?"

Osamu Dazai laughed again: "I'm the leader?"

Nakahara Chuya still didn't quite believe it: "Then I'm really leaving...? Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai still smiled: "Okay. Let's go."

"..." After struggling to no avail, Zhong Yuanzhong is not a person who likes to be procrastinating, and finally gritted his teeth: "Then I'm leaving!" He gave his leader a hard look, "Don't forget that sentence.—— Goodbye anyway!"

Osamu Dazai smiled and waved as Nakahara Nakaya left.Closing the door is like closing the coffin, taking away the last ray of bright colors.

(but,)

The smile on the leader Dazai's face also faded.He was full of weariness, and couldn't help but look forward to it after a long wait, counting down the time.

(Only the nastiest little slug)

(I don't want to say goodbye to him)

……

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[A ■■observation record]

[Observation start date: Year 20 in the Western calendar of human history]

[Observation object: ■■■]

[Influencing factors: ]

[Possible variables: ■■■■, ■■■■■, ■■■]

[......]

[………]

[Observation result: A0 The process of desperation in the world is accelerating]

[Despair level: 60%]