Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Dazai opened his eyes.

White ceilings, floors.

The pure white……… room——

I remembered.

The slight subconscious sense of disobedience that was forced to ignore the past was explained at this moment.

At the same time, at the end of the last world, the result of using the sword to pay the gods' Shenyin can just supplement the rules.

Rule [-]: You cannot attack/take damage in a pure white room.

Rule [-]. People from different worlds and different time and space are selectively pulled into the pure white room, with the purpose of "changing the hopeless world that is doomed to have no future".Simply put, it is "game clearance".

(What would happen if the world were completely destroyed?)

(What happens if the game fails?)

(What happens when you die in the game?)

Rule [-]: There may be beings of different dimensions observing all of this.

(for fun?)

(for surveillance?)

The purpose is unknown.

And this needs to be confirmed.

Rule [-]. Those who have personally experienced the pure white room will lose the memory of this period of time when they leave and return to their own world, ignore the sense of incongruity realized during this process, and give up further exploration.

(Will the person who observed all this lose this memory?)

(If the conclusion is no, will the world change?)

And, obviously, the time of the two worlds is not synchronized.

(Conclusion [-]. Based on this premise, maybe there is no need to bet as much as last time. ……… No. You should return to your own world as soon as possible. The sooner the better.)

(This time, though, I'm afraid it won't be that simple.)

(In a world as simple and pure as Touken Fusangshin, the possibility of encountering it again should be very low.)

(...No. It should be considered, what kind of standard does 'that existence' use to evaluate 'World of Despair'?)

(Conclusion [-], Well)

……

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes slightly, his thoughts were like light and shadow, and in an instant he summed up all the information he had probed out before.

The speed of his thinking is fast and deep, but only a few seconds.

After raising his eyes again, he looked at the two people who also appeared in the pure white room.

Different from the last time, the person sitting on the white chair in the center this time is a boy with an immature face, about 16 years old.

Fluffy brown hair, orange-brown eyes.

The clothes are simple white shirts, vests, and suit pants.But there is a less obvious, badge-style pattern on the neckline.

Dazai couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

(Drawing bullets and... shells?)

(Is it a family crest? Or have other symbolic meanings?)

In addition, it is worth noting that this teenager also wears a strangely shaped ring on his right hand.

The end decorated with animal heads and letters is worn on the middle finger, and the other end with a more streamlined shape showing the "X" character is worn on the little finger.

The two rings are connected by a short chain.

The boy looked like he hadn't come back to his senses, and he was staring slightly wide-eyed, looking around in a daze.

The man sitting opposite Dazai, on the right side of the brown-haired boy, stretched out his hand and waved it.

At the same time, he muttered to himself: "... was born in the domain?"

Immediately afterwards, as if he was very sensitive to sight, even though his eyes were covered with bandages, he still met Dazai's face without any mistakes.

"Yo."

The man, who was visually tall and tall, greeted him in a slightly frivolous voice:

"Brother. It seems that you are also a friend who does not show your eyes?"

The soft white hair was bandaged into an upturned hairstyle, which was quite eye-catching.

The jet-black high-necked knee-length jacket and matching trousers on the body give people a sense of uniform like a uniform.

Dazai ignored the obvious temptation, and at this time the boy finally reacted, showing a very "normal" reaction, and after pinching himself to no avail, he hugged his head and shouted: "I'm dreaming!" ???!!"

It looked like his entire face was going to wrinkle together, almost full of resistance.

"No!!!! What is this! Why——I finally tried to remember——I still have to make up the exam tomorrow!!!"

The boy slammed his head on the table.Close your eyes and yell:

"Wake me up! Mukuro!! Are you there—??"

"..."

"..."

The adults on both sides looked over at the same time with surprised eyes like "Huh? Do you still need to make up the exam?"

Being hit by this unintentional domineering aura, the boy seemed to be choking on his breath.

"Wake up, young man!" the white-haired man said happily, "Although I don't know who the 'mu' you called is, we can neither get out nor stand up from our chairs."

He licked his lips and his smile deepened:

"Why don't you give it a try—violent sobriety, how about it?"

The white-haired man raised his right hand, three fingers were curled up, and only the index finger was straightened.

Obviously that smile is still relaxed and happy, obviously that posture is so casual and leisurely.

The whole space became anxious in an instant!

——And the target of the attack was the man in black and red scarf with a dark aura on the opposite side.

Directed by such strong hostility, Dazai smiled slightly and crossed his legs.

"I have no objection."

Dazai said softly.

"It seems that your attack method is very simple. It's not bad. Is it a one-hit kill?"

"Of course, of course, don't worry!" The white-haired man responded very heartily: "I will help you down!"

The two looked at each other, obviously smiling at each other, but the atmosphere was extremely sinister.

"Wait. ——stop it for me."

The brunette boy said suddenly.

The moment the opponent's attack was about to explode, flames ignited on the boy's forehead.

With his hands raised and his thumbs facing each other, solid ice was released from the palms of those hands.

An ice wall of less than half a meter was built out of thin air on the table, blocking the sight of the two of them.

In the next second, the flames, the ice wall, and the invisible attack all dissipated.

"Hey, is that so?" The white-haired man rubbed the back of his head and muttered with a little displeasure.

Next, as if nothing happened just now, he spoke to the boy with a smile: "Oh, it's so interesting, you look different from just now? ——how is it? Are you awake now?"

The young man who had extinguished the flames complained about him with a broken face: "What kind of violent sobriety is that called? If you hit it, you will die, right? Don't talk about being sober, you can go to heaven directly?? Obviously everyone is the first!" We met for the first time——" The young man turned his head to look at Dazai, "—Sir, did you say a few words? You were almost attacked just now!! Why am I the only one complaining?!"

Dazai pondered for a while: "If I can wake up from this corrupt world..."

The white-haired man was still very excited: "Right, right? There is absolutely no need for a second blow!"

The brown-haired boy: "—Shut up!!! What dangerous speeches are you making in front of minors??"

He took a deep breath and calmed down.

That does not work.Will always be stuck on this topic.

He followed his super-intuitive instincts.

"I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi."

The young man raised his face and introduced himself.

When the usual atmosphere of the boy next door faded away from him, the orange-brown eyes revealed a soft, stable, and persistent color.

He straightened his back and said in a social tone that he had been accustomed to for a long time:

"It's—the one who is about to take office, the new Vongola I."

After he finished speaking, he realized something, and his eyes drifted guiltily, "Ah, that, maybe you haven't heard of it..." Gang Ji's voice became smaller and smaller, "That's, it's... the black hand Party, here we come..."

The expressions of the two adults became a little more complicated for a moment.

However, the conversation was able to continue.

The white-haired man raised his hand excitedly, "I, me, Wujo Wu. The strongest in the magic world. More than that."

(Sawada Tsunayoshi complained: "Basically didn't say anything?! What is the magic world?? Ghosts???")

Gojo Satoru seemed to have heard nothing, and asked with a smile: "What about you? Mr. Bandage? Don't say that you are a good person, I won't believe it."

He lowered his voice, almost excited:

"Hey, change the place... I really want to see the curse on you."

"I'm afraid——killed an unknown number of people?"

Gojo Satoru whispered dangerously and joyfully.

"What's the atmosphere like? Are you being feared and cursed by most of the country?"

"..."

The man in black and red scarf raised his kite eyes and smiled coldly.

"Osamu Dazai."

His presentation was no more specific than the others about where to go.

"The head of the port mafia."

"Wow, wow," Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and applauded the venue, turned his head and said to Tsunayoshi Sawada, "I'm a colleague? Do you want to get an autograph or something?", and asked, "So what are you going to do next? Three Do you want to have a personal discussion meeting? Uwah, please spare me--"

Osamu Dazai ruled out the useless noise, and briefly shared a few rules that he had analyzed before.

"So far, I don't know whether the previous experience will come in handy, and the 'clearance conditions' this time, and whether it is a 'three-person clearance'." Dazai said thoughtfully, his eyes resting on the table. "In short, we may be scattered in different spaces and times. Once we start, it may be difficult to contact us in time."

Tsunayoshi Sawada tried hard to remember a few rules.After all, I couldn't hold back my curiosity.

"That, Dazai-san..."

Gang Ji shrank slightly from the gloomy and terrifying aura, but he didn't show any resistance.He mustered up the courage to ask, "How did you pass the level last time?"

Gojo Satoru glanced sideways at the boy who was still looking normal, and was amazed at the boy's courage.

(Aren’t you supposed to be a fellow mafia? You don’t think that guy is a terrible behind-the-scenes or something... This brat, you can’t tell from the outside.)

And Dazai, who also didn't know about "super intuition", replied with a little evil taste:

"—destroy the world."

With Sawada Tsunayoshi's speechless expression, new text flashed on the pure white desktop:

/ The curse spirit is born from the negative emotions of human beings, and those who exorcise the curse spirit are called conjurers. On December 1989, 12, a certain strongest person who shook the balance of the world was born——/

With Gojo Satoru's "Huh?!", the three disappeared from the pure white room.