My Bungo system is a little different

The moment when Sakunosuke Oda finished his first pen practice novel, and decided on the name after much deliberation——

The progress bar of Chizhi's main mission moved.

5%.

It can be said that Chizhi was taken aback.This progress is obviously not to praise Oda's novice works.

Could it be that the first work completed under his impetus is more symbolic, or is it that the part about the client from the next door in the nonsense of "Dante" has also become a reality?

Thinking of the latter possibility, Chizhi couldn't help but shed cold sweat on his back.

But don't provoke the leader Zai...

【Dear host, your main task progress has reached 5%, and the second identity slot has been unlocked. Do you want to set and release it now? 】

The electronic female voice of the system sounded at the right time, interrupting Chi Zhi's wild thoughts.

'the second?Sure enough, multiple vests can exist at the same time.System, does the available number of vests increase with the progress of the main mission? He simply didn't think about a certain black mud far away in the parallel world, and seriously considered what kind of identity he would set up next.

[It is true.When your mainline progress reaches 15%, 25%, and 35%, the third, fourth, and fifth identity slots will be unlocked accordingly.With your mental strength and the assistance of this system, up to five identities can be active at the same time. 】

Is the upper limit five...

'Then if I recycle an identity, can I reset a new one to use the activity quota? Chizhi tried to take advantage of the loophole.

【cannot.Restrictions state that identities cannot be reset except in the event that all available identities die in the target world. 】

'alright, I got it. Hearing such an answer, Chizhi was not very disappointed, but just started a few more 'special plans' in his mind.

How to set up the second vest, in fact, he had thought about it as early as the first week in Yokohama. Many preparations made by "Dante" before were to be taken over by the next vest.

While thinking, Chizhi clicked on the same setting screen as the first time, and started typing.

[identity entry...]

[The time point is selected.I wish you prosperous martial arts. 】

[Transmission starts. 】

The time it takes to talk to the system and set the identity in the brain is less than 1 minute in the real world.

The specific manifestation is that after coming out of Oda's house, "Dante" who walked two steps to the opposite door and turned the key, put his hand on the doorknob, did not open the door immediately, but stood there for a while before pressing the doorknob.

"Dante" entered the door and took off his shoes, went to the bathroom to wash his hands with a calm expression, and then lit the stove to boil water.

"Seeing me here, don't you want to say a word to me?"

The person who spoke seemed to be Osamu Dazai who was sitting on the table in the living room with his legs crossed without knowing when.

"Don't boil the water first. It's better to welcome guests with plain water than empty hands." "Dante" said in the kitchen, still turning his back to Dazai.

"An uninvited guest counts as a guest?"

"I invited you." The boy with indigo eyes took out a pair of cups from the cupboard, carried the kettle to the living room, and actually poured two cups of boiling water on the empty space of the table.

"Eh... um. That's it. I don't know whether you are reserved or open." Dazai's face showed an overly forced "I see" expression, and he naturally jumped off the table and sat on the opposite one. on the chair.

"Twice invitations. I think I'm really enthusiastic." "Dante" also pulled out his chair and sat down. "Since you're here, you can speak first."

Dazai suddenly spread out on the table as if the bones had been removed from his whole body, his face rolled around on the table, leaving only the hairy top of "Dante".

"Which one is it?" He muttered vaguely.

"Which one?" "Dante" blew on the hot air on his cup and asked calmly.

"Will it not die or be revived instantly!" Dazai raised his voice as if protesting.

"I won't die." The top-secret information was given here without hesitation.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Dazai straightened his upper body, propped his left elbow on the table, put his palm under one cheek, the only exposed left eye had become extremely deep at some point.

"Isn't this even a little bit of sympathy for me—you can't die or something." He took out a pistol with his free hand at some point, and pointed at Dante's head casually.

"Let me reveal a little bit of information. My supernatural ability is the ultimate nullification. As long as the skin touches it, all supernatural abilities can be invalidated. Let me hold your hand and send you headshot with one shot." Heaven', how about this idea?" Anyone who saw his expression and actions would not think that Dazai was joking.

"Dante" stared fixedly at the Boy Mafia, and after a few seconds, he stretched out a hand to grab Dazai's gunman's wrist.

"I don't know." He calmly put Dazai's hand flat, "This is my answer."

"The Lord knows that the thoughts of the wise are vain." The poet of faith quotes [-] Corinthians, "and man never has the power to know his own end. I know that I am mortal in the end. I will be at peace accept death, that's all."

"...even if you have to endure a long and rough 'journey'?"

"There is no happiness until one dies. What do you think of this sentence, Dazai-kun?" "Dante" asked suddenly.

But before the other party gave an answer, he went on to say: "You had a first thought, and then hesitated, didn't you? Which one is your real thought?"

What appeared on Dazai's face was a very complex and delicate expression, as if he had eaten a tooth-losing candy out of his own insistence.In fact, compared with ordinary people, he is still calm and expressionless, but it is already a rare big entanglement for Dazai.

"Happiness is not waiting for me anywhere." He finally spit out such a sentence as if he couldn't stand himself.

During the conversation between the two, it didn't know when it started to rain outside the window.They sat in a cheap apartment with almost all the windows open, and the room gradually filled with a strong earthy smell.The rhythmic sound of the rain is a comfort and like a supplement in the moments when no one is talking.

"Dazai-kun, have you noticed that I've changed the subject secretly? However, I'm just asking you to remind you of one thing." "Dante" spoke after a short silence.

"What's the matter?" Dazai buried his face back again.

"In the topic of death, the happiness we feel is not the decisive factor at all. Then, there is no such thing as endurance. Your pursuit of death is probably to escape the monotonous and average life and realize self-discovery. Process. Reasons to live are hard to find, but the obscurity is briefly dispelled as death approaches."

"I believe in the existence of the afterlife, but you don't believe it. No, it should be said that you don't want it to exist. Then, I will answer you from the perspective of those who don't believe in the existence of the afterlife. Death is just life to them. One of the most important wealth in the world—the wealth that loses all other wealth. There are happy dead who abandon the tombstones that weigh on their bones, willingly being pecked by crows, or turned into a piece of coral under the pressure of the deep sea. There is no tomorrow, they think, but they believe in the tomorrow of other people and the whole world."

"Every day is fit to be born, and every day is fit to die. There is no need to chase death, nor to cry or smile at it." "Dante" said in a slightly embarrassed tone, "If you go further, there is no The so-called secret of death, the rationality of life is completely unified with the rationality of what threatens it. People recognize life in death, because the understanding of death is based on the law of life."

"I see. I seem to have heard an unusual argument." The mask on Dazai's face has not yet been re-formed, "How about persuading the habitual suicide committer from the perspective of a believer?"

"To commit suicide is to go to hell. The body hangs on the thorn tree where the soul of the dead is transformed into eternal torment."

"Gone?"

"No more." "Dante" nodded.

"What kind of believer... Forget about this. When will the interesting 'journey' between you and Oda end, hasn't he finished writing a novel?" Dazai gave up the original topic, the expression on his face Freeze on unhappy.

"I don't know." "Dante" replied calmly again.

"I don't accept such an answer to this question, Dante-kun." After the topic shifted to a friend, Osamu Dazai's threatening tone became several times more real.

"I can tell you the criteria for the end of the 'journey'. Oda-kun published the first work, and he is sure to continue to create." "Dante" crossed out "alive and writing novels" in his heart, "because I don't know when He can finish writing and then debut as a novelist, so I don’t know when my supernatural power will end.”

"Okay. Then don't you want to stay here for a long time?" Dazai stood up, and his tone couldn't tell whether he was happy or regretful.

"Life is unpredictable. I won't see off guests." The temporary host here picked up the cup on the table and walked into the kitchen.When he came out again, there was no one else in the room.

In the Strait of Gibraltar, on a cruise ship departing from Rotterdam, the Netherlands, the largest port in the world, and destined for Yokohama, Japan, a man wearing a priest’s robe and a silver cross around his neck was in the second-class cabin He opened his eyes.

For a second his eyes looked like a newborn's, but in the next second his eyes were clear again.

"Erasmus" is launched.