The atmosphere is not as tense as the scene makes it out to be.

After all, Oda Sakunosuke was once a young killer known for his extremely high task completion rate, and his skills are not comparable to others.Coupled with the predictive ability of Perfection, there are very few times when you are really in trouble.

The most troublesome enemy I have ever met is the young man who wore a two-color mask and called himself Ishida Akira.

Now the other party has shrunk into the appearance of a teenager. In this too empty bar, he pointed at his vitals with an exquisite pistol covered with silver and white patterns all over his body.

The style of the pistol looked too familiar.

One second before Fyodor actually pulled the trigger, he raised his right arm and moved the muzzle of the gun away, pointing at the empty gate.

There was no sound, no flame, and no pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.The cold liquid spewed out from the deep gun muzzle, stirred up a pool of stagnant air, and splashed on the slightly worn-out floor tiles.

It's just a water gun.

"Mr. Oda, do you still have any memories? The gun that Pandora's Actor held when he fought you back then failed to hit you once in the end." Fyodor's tone was vaguely nostalgic, hiding Beneath that is the emotion called distressed.

Even with the physical blessing of the administrator account, the process of Shuji Tsushima's ability to achieve today's strength is not easy.

When he was exposed to high-intensity physical training for the first time, he rarely closed his eyes for a whole month, forcing himself to integrate the knowledge he had never been exposed to, and even faced Gide, the leader of Mimic, for the first time in actual combat.

Every day after that, he would expend a lot of energy on physical skills, forcibly honing Pandora's Actor into a ruthless character that the world could not match.

Obviously before this, his setting has always been a mental player in the middle and lower levels of gymnastics.

The boy with a slightly gloomy expression placed this special water gun in front of Sakunosuke Oda, side by side with the "book" that had been turned into a novel by Kuroshiki, and sighed helplessly: "At least the first one in terms of gun skills The honor of hitting you is better left to him."

The water gun held by Fyodor was not the same one used by Shuji Tsushima.

He stared at the red-haired man who was about to drink up all the wine in his glass, fished out the shaker again, and was about to make a second glass, and asked casually, "Anything you want to say?"

Even if he is stunned by the overwhelming amount of information, Oda Sakunosuke's appearance will not reveal the slightest difference, except that the dull hair that can be called the soul of the character is stiffer than usual.

He was silent for a long time, as if he didn't know how to take up the topic when his brain was down.However, the only person to talk to clearly directed the conversation to himself. It would be too impolite not to answer at this time, so he could only force him to find a suitable entry point.

"Hmm... Does this make you unhappy?" the ex-killer asked, his tone normal without too many ups and downs.

Fyodor nodded, "It's a little bit. After all, he is my boyfriend. It's normal to feel worried about him when I see my lover always obsessed with a certain virtual character, and even pay a very heavy price for it."

The fragmented ice cubes in the wine glass collided, making a crisp sound, but it seemed extremely abrupt in this too quiet space.

Oda Sakunosuke's fingertips twitched slightly, and the parts in contact with the glass wall were gradually smeared with water mist, leaving obvious marks one by one.

He raised his head sharply, his expression of joy and anger, which he couldn't see clearly, was mixed with a bit of anxiety, "You mean the price..."

A smile of unknown meaning appeared on the young man's cheeks again, and he poured the reconstituted wine into the glass that had been put in ice cubes in advance, and his deliberately light tone seemed extraordinarily ethereal in the closed and empty place.

He said: "Would you plunge into a false world and endure more than ten years of suffering in order to change the tragic ending of a certain character in the story?"

The scenes of the drama surrounding Fyodor faded away and turned into bits and pieces of light.

Oda Sakunosuke's consciousness also seemed to return with these dissipated images, and the breath around him gradually became serious. He stared at the other party and said, "This world is real to me."

"I won't refute this." The young man put a glass of distilled wine he had made in front of the man, took back the empty glass, and wiped it carefully, "But to me, you are just a character in the book , has already been arranged for fate, after all, it is inevitable to die."

It's just a paper man.

"Why did you tell me this?" Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of the distilled wine made by Fyodor, feeling the spicy liquid slide down his throat, and let his emotions calm down in the heat from his stomach.

The pale young man closed his eyes slightly, and gently placed his palm on his chest in front of his heart.Under the dim light, a dazzling brilliance flickered from between his fingers.

It was the wedding ring that belonged to Fyodor.

I was afraid of getting dirty when walking in the sewer, so I took it off and stored it properly, but now I don’t know when I will put it on again.

"As I said, Osamu Dazai is my lover. And I, without a doubt, will be his husband in the future, and will accompany him to the end."

Fyodor spoke coldly, as if he was blatantly declaring his sovereignty.

"If you continue to interact with him as a virtual character, follow the development that has already been set. In the end, he will be hurt by this desperate identity gap." He will completely turn into the official novel of Heishi He picked up the "book" and pointed the cover at Oda Sakunosuke, whispering: "It's like gods and creations, and they will never be able to cross that natural moat."

The young man let go of his hand violently, letting the original "book" coveted by the whole world fall to the ground.

The purplish-red eyes that were empty inside silently watched the "book" disappear into his sight, Fyodor lowered his head slightly, his expression was dim, "Don't talk about untie the knot... I'm very worried if this continues." his mental state."

He is the person in the world who most wishes Shuji Tsushima to be happy, and therefore, he is willing to accompany him to immerse himself in this too long holographic game.

If he continues to live in this world, Shuji Tsushima, who finally got the reason to live, will fall into confusion, break free from his arms, and walk alone in the endless darkness again...

Whether it's out of pure love or the desire to control deep in his heart, he will never allow this to happen.

The atmosphere was dull for a while.

Oda Sakunosuke, who had been thinking about it for a long time, put down his wine glass, and his face, which has never been too emotionally turbulent, showed seriousness.

He looked at the young man with a weak physique, and said solemnly: "If it is to ask me not to meet Dazai again, I'm sorry, I can't do it."

Fyodor seemed a little disappointed, and he let out a long sigh.

He waved his hand casually, and the "book" that fell to the ground flew into his hand in response to the call, violating the laws of physics.

"If I really ask you to do this, he will hate you." The boy's voice was flattened, and he said helplessly: "I won't make such a low-level mistake. I still know what Dazai's bottom line is."

Fyodor spread out the "book" and turned it into its original form.Pressing the remaining half of the spine with his fingertips, he tore off a blank page neatly.

Oda Sakunosuke, who watched the other party's every move, asked, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Hmph..." The boy just smiled, but did not answer clearly.

He made a silent gesture, and the indifference and hostility hidden in the depths of his eyes subsided a little, "Sorry, this plan is too huge, it's better to keep it secret for the time being."

The so-called giving up their lives to accompany them is not a joke.

He didn't want to hurt Shuji Tsushima, but he was powerless to prevent him from sinking in the false world and closing his eyes again in the darkness.

As long as the so-called falsehood is turned into reality...

"Mr. Oda, this is for you."

Fyodor handed out the shimmering book page under his control, and the moment it touched Sakunosuke Oda, it immediately sank into the opponent's body without leaving any traces.

As long as you have a small part of the source, and any administrator opens the authority, you can get the most basic part of the power.

To put it bluntly, it is a license to join the group.

【You have successfully created the discussion group "The world that only bandages don't know"】

【You have invited "Another Spicy Curry" to join the group】

【"Another Spicy Curry" Agreed】

Fyodor closed the system panel in his brain, and a unique icon was added to the originally empty group chat.

He and Shuji Tsushima have always directly used the private chat mode between friends, and only occasionally chatted a few words in the channel of Meles or the Mouse of the Dead House in the [Guild].

This function belongs only to administrators, and it has absolute secrecy against all prying eyes.And Oda Sakunosuke, who got involved in this field with the help of Fyodor's origin, would never notice anything strange even if Shuji Tsushima used his GM number to investigate thoroughly.

Unless some shady Russian unblocks it.

Taking advantage of his lover's inattention, Fyodor, who directly tied Bai Yueguang onto the boat, leaned slightly, holding the cloak gracefully.

He said softly, "Welcome to the game of God."

Oda Sakunosuke, who had suddenly obtained the brain panel, was still a little dazed.

"Oh, yes, I haven't been able to introduce myself for so long." The sick and weak boy whose plan has been completed has changed from cloudy to sunny. He sat back on the high foot and put his fingers crossed on his knees. "My real name is Fyodor Er, the so-called Akira Ishida, Mikhail of the 'Seven Betrayers', these are just fake identities."

The former killer with dark red hair didn't say a word, only the extremely stiff hair could explain the chaos in his heart.

"By the way, Osamu Dazai is not his real name." Fyodor inadvertently stroked the silver ring on his ring finger, let the body temperature warm up. Sorry, I won't tell you what his real name is."

The only difference between the ring he reproduced in Wenye World and the present world is the meaning of the witch script engraved inside.

No longer [Human Dementia].

The young man slowly raised his hand, and placed a soft kiss on the shining silver ring.Eyes covered by hair, through the gap covered by slender fingers, glanced at the man across the bar.

"That's a title that belongs to me alone."

It's a provocation, more like a mockery of unknown meaning.

In any case, Shuji Tsushima will only be the flame of his desire, only this will not change in any way.

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