Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

What does it feel like to dream in a dream?

This question is not easy to answer for Osamu Dazai who rarely sleeps.

But now, he seems to be able to talk about a thing or two.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a playground close to the coast.The sea breeze mixed with the aroma of popcorn hits, and there is an atmosphere called joy everywhere, and the sound of laughter and fights can be heard endlessly, but nothing can cover up the scene in front of him that makes his blood pressure soar.

That was the approximate version of me, wearing casual clothes suitable for this age, exchanging a sticky kiss with the mouse who was also much younger.

He could clearly feel that he, who was sitting sideways on the bench, was showing uneasiness, and his movements were a little timid.But because of the relationship between the two of them, he had to let go of all resistance as much as possible, and responded clumsily.

Osamu Dazai felt that he was about to go blind: "..."

Very good, I thought that the short-term escape mechanism would be triggered when that moment really came, but I didn't expect that it would be triggered early because of subconscious disgust not long after he was forced to sneak into the memory.

"I thought you could hold on for a little longer, but you can't bear it at the very beginning, Dazai-kun?"

The demon in a black cloak and ordinary clothes came forward, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile that was not a smile, obviously he understood the ambiguity in his words very well.

Because of this functional limitation, as long as one party subconsciously feels conflicted, the two will leave together.Just when the new couple in this memory finished telling their sincerity and tried to kiss for the first time, Osamu Dazai's subconscious buried deep inside was also disgusted to the point of indescribable.

He refused to kiss the mouse.

The curly-haired young man's face was extremely gloomy, and he couldn't accept the picture in front of him.He deliberately lowered his voice, and his tone had a hint of gnashing of teeth, "Do you have to speak in that disgusting tone, Mr. Fyodor the Demon?"

He knew that the mouse had been scoured by countless years of memories, and he had become wrong, as if he had figured something out in a flash, and he was happy to accept this arrangement.

But I am not like this.

When appearing as a conscious body, the incarnated image is completely changed according to self-cognition.The devil dressed in normal clothes didn't care about the other party's words with a gun and a stick, but asked casually with an indifferent face: "What should we do now, should we sneak in again when the time is up, or just keep on watching as a bystander?" His identity has witnessed all developments?"

Tai pouted here, with an indifferent expression, "Don't ask such boring questions."

This short-term disengagement is not without limitations.

Before they finally decided to sneak into the memory, the man who called himself Mikhail specifically ordered that if possible, try not to use this function.

The longer it takes to leave, the worse it will be for this already unstable world.If the time exceeds a certain limit, it is very likely that the two of them will be completely lost in this space and will not be perceived by any world.

At that time, they will face a world that is empty of people but each other, and a future where they can never die.

"Then let's take advantage of this short time to exchange information. To show my sincerity, it's better for me to come first."

It seemed that he was amused by Osamu Dazai's obviously mixed personal emotions. Fyodor, who was rarely able to return to his original body shape while watching, was in a much better mood than before.

He observed with great interest the two young men hugging each other on the bench for a while, and he did not miss the obscurity that flashed in the depths of Fyodor's eyes. His eyes finally stayed on the face, which looked nothing like him. On the youth of Osamu Dazai.

"The Dazai-kun trapped in this world is you." Fyodor explained briefly, without mentioning the cause and effect at all.

This kind of information is enough for Osamu Dazai.

"Indeed, when I was transformed into a nightmare in this memory, in some way, I imprisoned the human part of Dazai-kun who had left this dimension. But last night, I escaped from the nightmare state. , this confinement loses its effect."

Osamu Dazai had an expression of indifference, unwilling to watch the interaction between the couple on the bench, and said casually, "So, what did you do in just less than a day?"

The timeline they are in is very delicate, and headaches follow one after another.Just last night, if Osamu Dazai hadn't stabbed Fyodor into the hospital, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to find out that his existence had been erased.

With the actions of the two in this memory, things are even simpler.

After repelling the nightmare alone, Osamu Dazai went to Ferdor's house alone. He had no chance to contact outsiders, and he would not find his own abnormality.

After that, Fyodor, who was already impure in mind, did not know what to do again.He allowed Osamu Dazai, who was supposed to disappear from this dimension, to continue to stay, and he could evolve into a lover relationship the next day, and go to the amusement park for a date hand in hand.

During this period, the blank time is short, and the extremely critical content is hidden.

"Experiment." Fyodor replied with a calm expression.

Osamu Dazai froze, and after trying to understand something for a moment, he felt a chill down his spine.

"I see. Is this the official start... I understand roughly." The young man murmured, finally looking at the flushed "self" on the seat with complicated and dignified eyes, full of thoughts in his heart.

Even in this memory, the devil was so ruthless that he would not let him go.

Such a person would actively choose to become a nightmare, sinking into the endless nightmare, just to prepare for trapping the real Osamu Dazai.At night after Fyodor woke up actively, he found a young man who hadn't noticed his anomaly, and quietly laid out a long-planned game.

And now the "self" has already been deeply involved in it.

With a faint smile on his face, Fyodor tapped the ground lightly with his toes wrapped in reddish-brown boots, "This is the inside of the nightmare barrier, which completely reproduces the appearance of Yokohama, but it has boundary restrictions. There is no scene outside of Yokohama. If there is no accident, you and I will be trapped in the barrier for a long time, and maybe we will never have the chance to discover the abnormality."

The curly-haired young man slowly closed his eyes, the kite-colored eyes could not allow any light to stay, and the depths were smudged with darkness that seemed to swallow up a person's soul.

"This joke is a bit big."

"It's just as you think, Dazai-kun." The smile on Fyodor's face deepened, but it was so fake that it made people uncomfortable.

Yokohama shrouded in the barrier has no outside world, but people trapped in it may never be able to find the abnormality. This is an illogical statement.

What's more, according to the current development, Osamu Dazai, the world's capital, will inevitably visit Yosano Akiko in the future, and he is destined to leave Yokohama for Osaka, and then he will definitely find something abnormal in the world.

The only possibility is...

"This barrier will continue to expand until it covers the entire universe and Osamu Dazai. It is equivalent to a huge courtyard that covers the entire universe, isolating everything outside of it, including your high-level existence." Pale complexion The young man explained in his elegant tone, "And I, Fyodor of this world, am the only one who holds the key."

This approach is crazy enough.

The young man who had reincarnated countless times, after rehearsing in the nightmare, forcibly dragged the "god" who was still in a state of ignorance into his arms.He wantonly released his enchantment, centered on this port city, and slowly enveloped the whole world.

It was a giant cage he had built for someone.

After the kiss, under the watchful eyes of the two bystanders in the state of soul, the Dazai Osamu on the seat blushed and pushed away Fyodor beside him.He tried his best to pretend to be normal, glanced around, and finally just gnawed off the remaining cone in his hand with a stiff manner, without any reaction other than that.

Obviously, he was ashamed of such an easy move.

Osamu Dazai, who was wearing a camel-colored windbreaker, had dead eyes. For him, the hot-eyed scene was over, and he was finally able to continue to look at the two obtrusive beings with distasteful eyes.

This kind of subtlety of carefully closing the distance vaguely reveals the youthfulness that belongs only to teenagers, but it is so contrary to himself and the devil.

"It's crazy enough to successfully imprison a god." Osamu Dazai said mockingly, whether it was for Fyodor in this memory or for the so-called god.

Either way, it made him extremely unhappy.

The demon beside him had dim eyes, staring at the two familiar faces on the bench for a long time, but seemed to be looking at something through them.

After a long silence, the pale-skinned young man shook his head, denying Osamu Dazai's previous words, "No, it failed."

"Whether it's the previous nightmare or another kind of monster that embodies negative human emotions, these things never existed in our world."

Such a simple thing is enough to show that this crazy plan carefully planned by the former Mikhail is doomed to failure.

This huge courtyard, which maintains superficial peace and is woven with lies, will usher in its end at a certain time.

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As if feeling that the current atmosphere was too awkward, Osamu Dazai patted off the residue from his hands after eating the sweet barrel, and stood up abruptly pretending to be calm.

He looked around the amusement facilities around him, and after the temperature on his cheek subsided a little, he turned around and looked at the Russian youth who had been silent for a long time, "Then what are you going to do next, Ferris wheel? Tier carousel?”

Fyodor was in a daze, wondering what he was thinking about, and couldn't answer immediately.

"Fetya?"

The curly-haired young man who hadn't been able to answer for a long time bent down and waved his arms back and forth in front of his new lover, trying to attract the other's attention.

"Come back to your senses, what should I do next? If I want to ride a roller coaster, I'm fine. Or should I take this time to have a meal and watch the float parade after dark?" Osamu Dazai glanced at himself mobile phone, "It's still a little early, let's play for a while."

Hearing this rare coquettish tone, Fyodor slowly raised his head and looked at the other person's face showing a faint embarrassment.

"I listen to you." He murmured.

Do whatever it takes to make you happy.