The vest cannot be collapsed

The main world is the card drawer, the book is the card pool, and the countless worlds relying on the existence of the book are cards of different levels.

The process of people in the main world writing words on the book is like holding a paper net to catch fish in front of the goldfish pond at a firework festival. They pick up their favorite world from the pond, and then replace and copy the one they want most. fragment.

These if worlds that rely on the existence of books are like a readable video tape. After selecting the required paragraphs in the main world, they are rewound to the recalled fragments, and then copied and replaced. The remaining parts that are not needed in the main world disappear.

They are the reflections of the main world, the remnants of the main world, and the firewood that burns out after the writing of the main world has passed through the pages of the book sets off its rising firewood.

Write and use, use and throw away.

Only the books in the main world can be used, but the cost of using them needs to be borne by countless peers in other worlds.

"As firewood, don't you think it's too unfair?"

Haruki Jushan was sitting on the table, the setting sun loosely came in from the window, like a ball of orange-red fire constantly rolling behind him.

"What do you mean?" Osamu Dazai, who returned after seeing off Oda Sakunosuke, leaned against the table, carefully avoiding his topic.

They all know that the paper net bag is like a timing bomb hanging on the heads of all the goldfish. No one knows when it will enter the water and which goldfish will be taken away after entering the water.

If you want to avoid being picked up, the way to survive in the if world is to pray that the book of the main world does not write fragments about them, or to kick your own world out of the card pool before the net bag falls.

or--

"Come with me to pull down the main world." Haruki Jushan said.

Or, be the one catching the fish.

While this option sounds tempting, alas, the only people who heard about it didn't comment on it.

It is easy to replace the main world, but it is not easy to change the cornerstone of the world.

It is easy for a goldfish to jump out of the pool, but how to live out of the water, how to become the human with a net bag, is more difficult to control than jumping out of the pool.

If it weren't for the fact that someone in the main world could draw cards at any time, and this world could be drawn at any time, Osamu Dazai might still have some interest in researching how to turn goldfish into humans.

The only way he can control it now is to send out the only Oda Sakunosuke in this goldfish pond who has the talent for transformation.

But since Jushan Haruki dared to mention it, he has a channel. Although Osamu Dazai didn't accept it, it was indeed the last booster shot for him before the book was blown up.

Time is compressed into a linear concept here, and the world seems to be falling apart. The contact surface between the book and the singularity gradually forms a small black hole, and the observable main world is at the other end of the black hole.

But that's not good news.

With the observability of the main world comes the distortion of this world, and the space begins to collapse rapidly towards the black hole.

There are only two situations in which link channels will appear in this world and the main world.

One is that the net bag picked up the goldfish, and they were about to leave the water.The main world on the other side of the black hole does not seem to have a book, this pass.

Another is that after the book is destroyed, the card pool automatically recycles the waste cards. They will become the real firewood of the main world and be assimilated by the peers of another world. In the end, only Oda Sakunosuke who has no peers can survive. There, he became a Kuroto who had the same appearance as that Oda Saku and had a different experience.

Odasaku just felt that the fingers holding his wrist were exerting force on it that such fingers shouldn't have.

"You don't want to pull the other side down." The black hole is constantly absorbing everything that belongs to this world around. Osamu Dazai only feels that his voice has been absorbed into the black hole as soon as he leaves his mouth, but he has no intention to confirm it now. Has Shan Qingshu heard his words, "What? Don't you do it?"

Osamu Dazai is not a generous person.

He will not have feelings of sympathy for another self or even another world.

He doesn't have such feelings for the IF worlds that belong to the same fish pond as his world, so how can he feel pity for the master world that lives and kills from above.

He only has a strange obsession with the only world that Oda Sakunosuke is still alive to write.The world is not the point, but the living and writing Oda Sakunosuke is.

He doesn't have to know him, and he doesn't have to be acquainted.

As long as this Oda work can still be written in a stable world, then this is the meaning, it is the eternal beacon when this world extends outward, and it is the silent proof that he once existed in this world.

It is the best choice that allows him to jump into a long sleep and to watch forever in the world.

It should have been so.

If Jushan Haruki hadn't appeared, he wouldn't have known Oda Sakunosuke either.

So as a selfish observer of the world, isn't it normal for him to repent when the two worlds are about to connect?

Why hand over the beacon that belongs to this world to others?Is he such a generous existence?For other worlds to generously send him the home he has worked so hard to maintain from the server opening to the present?

Besides, there might still be inaccuracies in the world, and Oda may not be able to be safe and sound when he gets there.

"Haruki Juyama," Dazai Osamu said in a dark voice, "Don't tell me that you didn't hold back after your proposal was rejected."

He has been trying to persuade himself to blow up the book, and it is impossible not to expect that it will end now.

He wants to connect to the main world for some unknown reason.

Perhaps to replace it as he said, or to have other plans.

But at least it's not as simple as he makes it out to be.

Second hand?What backhand?

The black hole seems to absorb not only the surrounding objects and sounds, but also the concepts of time and space. Ango Sakaguchi clearly felt that the black hole seemed to be devouring his thoughts at the moment of thinking.

Is this what they call the end of the world?

But the thing that I couldn't see clearly just now was thrown out by Osamu Dazai...

Ango Sakaguchi has only one thought in his head now, and it turns out that the Armed Detective Agency, Port Mafia, and his sixth sense are all telling lies.

The leader of Port Mafia actually wants to destroy the world, and they are here to prevent him from destroying the world.

But how to stop it?

If Osamu Dazai really wanted to destroy the world, it would be fine to just find a place where Akutagawa, who attracted Butei, collided with the singularity and lost it. Could it be that they were brought here specifically to stop him?

His thoughts were extremely difficult under the pull of the black hole, and before he could figure out why, he suddenly heard a chuckle from his side.

The owner of the laughter said: "Would you believe me if I said I didn't hold back?"

He calmly doesn't look like the world is about to end.

It was only then that Ango Sakaguchi realized belatedly that at a time when everything was being crazily swallowed by the black hole, his voice was as stable as if it was loaded on a separate line, independent of their transmission channels.

The chuckle just now, the clear repetition was right next to his ears.

"Don't talk nonsense." The leader of Mafia at the port snapped his tongue a little rudely, "Will you just watch yourself die?"

Although Haruki Jushan is crazy, will he directly risk his life?

He is a life-saving existence who has found an unknown successor even after he has awakened his personality in the main world. He does not fight unprepared battles.

To a certain extent, Osamu Dazai dared to take out the book and gamble with a 50.00% probability here, largely because Haruki Juyama put forward the record when the world was on the verge of destruction.

As for how to go in the future, just take one step at a time, the big deal is that the card pool will be blown up, and everyone will not draw cards or be drawn in the future, and everyone will live on their own.

"Okay," Haruki Jushan shrugged and pointed out calmly, "You guessed wrong on one point."

"We're now in the other half, 50.00 percent."

The black hole that was devouring madly stopped suddenly.

Another Osamu Dazai cast a long glance from the distant passage.

Haruki Jushan snapped his fingers, and the world inside the black hole instantly turned into black and white lines like a faded ink painting, and then turned into a blank.

The black hole loses its connection, closing more abruptly than it appeared.

The book closely connected with the singularity lost its supporting point, and suddenly fell from the sky, and Haruki Yoshiyama, who had been prepared for a long time, stepped forward and caught it with one hand.

"Unfortunately," he said with a shrug, "the link to the black hole is the dream of a peer in the main world."

——As for which one, anyone who knows it knows it all.

"Someone at work fishing gets woken up by his angry co-workers." He downplays the disconnection of the world.

Compared with the main world, which has a card pool and a paper net bag in hand and is extremely stable and stable, the dream formed by relying on the main world seems much more shaky and fragile.

As long as the dreamer is woken up, the link will be automatically disconnected.

The black hole was accidentally connected to the dream with the breath of the main world.

After blowing up the book and forcibly linking to the source, getting rid of the dream is much easier than getting rid of the strong gravity that comes with the stable plane.

The room was uneventful.

The two supernatural beings that formed the singularity bounced away as quickly as if they were electrocuted.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke tried to continue to use Rashomon to attack Osamu Dazai, who was only one step away from him, but before he could stretch out his power, this seemingly weak leader pinched the back of his neck.

In a trance, he felt that his disgusted expression was like pinching the nape of a cat he didn't like.

The last vestiges of supernatural powers that had been worked so hard to accumulate after the singularity collision also disappeared in the disqualification of the world, and Akutagawa finally fell to the ground without strength.

"It's over?" Oda Sakunosuke was the first to raise the wrist that was still tightly held by Osamu Dazai and shook, "What is that?"

He looked at the book-like object in Haruki Yayama's hand with interest.

"It's a book," Haruki Yoshiyama replied very simply, "it's the origin of this world."

"Jushan...!" Osamu Dazai suddenly paused.

After he said this sentence, nothing happened.

"It's the origin of this world." Haruki Jushan leisurely finished what he didn't finish.

"Not now." He easily flipped through the pages of the book, rattling them, and even took out a pen from the table.

"But due to an unknown error, the link was to the dream world, so we didn't succeed in replacing the main world." He even looked a little regretful.

"What? You don't believe it?"

Osamu Dazai had a hard look on his face.

The pen twirled around on the slender and shapely fingers: "Then write something on it to prove it."

Without waiting for him to stop, Haruki Yuyama's pen tip landed on the paper.

"Just write: [Osamu Dazai, Gojo Satoru, and Tomioka Yoshiyuki are playing mahjong at a table]."

He moved his pen like flying while reading, and then raised his eyebrows: "Look, nothing happened."

Osamu Dazai: ...

"...Who are Gojo Satoru and Tomioka Yoshiyuki?" He finally couldn't help asking.

"Is there someone missing?" Odasaku has always been able to grasp the key points, "You need four people to play mahjong?"

"Me! Am I not human!" Jushan Haruki emphasized heavily.

After emphasizing it, he suddenly looked at Osamu Dazai: "You know how to play mahjong, right?"

Osamu Dazai: "...Of course I will."

Mahjong is actually a very basic game in Japan. It is the second most popular game after Pachinko among the game consoles that can be found in game centers.

It seems that Osamu Dazai, who went astray to become the leader of 996, also played video games with the Central Plains.

"Not bad." Haruki Jushan nodded in satisfaction.

"Have you finished chatting?" Sakaguchi Ango asked tiredly, "With all due respect, is the world saved?"

"Not yet." Haruki Iyama replied very sincerely, but it was a pity that Ango Sakaguchi didn't believe it.

"If you want to end it with a set of mahjong, I will not accompany you."

That's great, the world wasn't destroyed, and he was able to work without sleep until next year without destroying it. If possible, he hoped that the next time Osamu Dazai wanted to destroy the world, he wouldn't ask them to come.

At least don't call him, so he can save one report.

The destruction of the world is like a child's play, and it is also a child's play to be saved. This kind of experience that is too vain and unreal makes it hard to believe that the world under your feet has once passed through the gate of hell.

Ango Sakaguchi pushed open the door without waiting for Haruki Iyama to reply.

Then he stopped abruptly.

The voice line showed a strange voice due to the pressure of his throat, Dazai Osamu looked at the sudden stop of footsteps, and was also stunned.

As Ango Sakaguchi opened the door, the world outside the door caught everyone's eyes.

It's like a poor-quality game with wrong textures. Everything outside the door is a mess, 2D and 3D are mixed, and many of the settings are a wonderful combination of ordinary pictures and half text.

Sunlight and moonlight sprinkled on the ground together, and the vines quickly climbed up the building, quickly covering a building in a few seconds, and the sea water poured into the sky, casting the faint shadow of the sperm whale on the ground.

The leaves that fell on the ground returned to the branches, and the timeline was regressing.But the mushroom next to it reproduced rapidly and then died. The four generations reproduced in a short time, and the timeline is fast forwarding.

The wind rolled up the sea water, and then swept over the treetops, leaving a string of water droplets like morning dew.

Under the superposition of layers of distorted air and physical concepts, the water droplet presents a superimposed state of life and death, but in fact, as a water droplet, it has no concept of life and death at all.

Cognitions and concepts are jumbled into strange places.

Anyone with eyes can see that something is wrong in front of them.

"What's going on?!" Sakaguchi Ango quickly took a step back.

"I've said it all..." Jushan Haruki held the book in one hand and turned her head, "It's not over yet."

The book was forcibly stripped, and the world has not yet found a new location, so everything outside this room is chaotic and disorderly.

"Our world is trying to form its own set of operating rules." The outside of the room is strange and strange, and the room is calm, "but the fact is that if it continues like this, the operating rules will be broken by him."

The reality of the destruction of the world is deeply imprinted on everyone's hearts through the chaotic outside world.

"You don't want the world to be destroyed, do you?" Jushan Haruki suddenly raised his head and asked.

Ango Sakaguchi:?

"Are you kidding?" He looked around at the people in the room, "Is there anyone here who wants the world to be destroyed?"

Could it be that Osamu Dazai is the World Destruction Party?

Ango Sakaguchi swore he heard the port Mafia leader click his tongue as he glanced past him.

A very impolite but ironic particle of tone.

Ever since he said flicking his tongue, he seems to have let himself go...

Choose one sided to survive in the world.

The book that had returned to normal since the closure of the black hole suddenly collapsed and turned into a cluster of star points reunited in Haruki Hayashi's hands.

The world vibrated silently.

Countless star points began to flood towards Haruki Jushan from the window, including everyone in the room, whether they were still awake or Akutagawa and Atsushi who were unconscious after using their abilities, uncontrollable and Those star-like spots that dragged their long comet tails into the room from the window.

Osamu Dazai sensed something with his keenness of being in contact with the origin of the world.

Those who are heading towards him with a tail of wisdom are the embodiment of will, and each star point represents a person.

"What are you doing?" Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to try to catch the star point floating away from him, but he failed.

The steady stream of starlight has almost submerged Jushan Haruki, leaving only a vague silhouette of a human figure.

The silhouette of the human figure paused for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "Let you sign a contract with me to become a magical girl?"

Can magical girls be mass-produced like this? !

"Well," he half-jokingly said, "it's saving the world."

It is the "everything" of the Supreme Will to achieve the option at all costs.

"The use of books comes with a price, and the destruction of nature also requires a price. Otherwise, how could there be so many miracles created out of thin air?"

Space-type props need space-type attacks to destroy, so world-class cornerstone damage requires world-class existence to fill.

Therefore, the supreme will will take over the functions of the book, become the origin of the new world, and rebuild the order and foundation of the world.

Countless embodied "consciousnesses" gather here, far stronger than the glow produced by the previous black hole.

Time is infinitely close to the source, and everyone near the vortex is stagnated.

Osamu Dazai suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

Then came a sudden calm.

In the silence, only Dazai Osamu suddenly flashed a circle of light.

It's just that this faint light was quickly submerged in a glow.

Intense white light covers the entire world centered here, and the body instinctively forces the last person who is struggling to close his eyes to close his eyes in front of such strong light.

Dry, warm and quiet office area on the top floor of the leader.

There was still a dazzling white light on the retina, and when he opened his eyes, he suddenly returned to the dim environment, and the world in front of him was covered with a layer of blurred green.

Osamu Dazai grabbed the phone on the table.

The timeline was adjusted backward by three days, exactly 72 hours after the singularity and the book collided.

Not bad in seconds.

As he looked at the time, the clock seemed to be reset, and the minute jumped to the next number.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Yuanzhong, who was still standing behind him, was also baffled by this behavior.

"Because there are too many backlogs after three days of fishing, are you planning to jump off the building?"

Osamu Dazai had a hard look on his face.

The world is safe and secure, and it can even be said that it is more stable than he has felt any day before.

It is as stable as finding a fixed cornerstone, a foundation for survival, and an anchor point for a stable existence.

The cheap friends he has been with for less than half a month, the anchor point can be a person or a world.

If he cannot replace the main world and become the only existence at the top of the pyramid, and his anchor point is on the verge of destruction, he can only become an anchor to fix the world.

From the very beginning, it was not the world, but himself that he placed a 50.00% gamble on.

There is also a circle of light on the side of the body suddenly lit up in the last piece of white light.

"Chuya," Osamu Dazai raised his head to confirm his guess, "Where is Haruki Iyama?"

"Jushan Haruki?" Zhongyuan Zhong also blinked inexplicably, "Who is that?"

"A new excuse for planning to jump off a building?"

He doesn't remember.

Zhongya Zhongyuan was not there at the time, and only the white light that covered the world would be effective.

A large-scale cognitive distortion covering the whole world, a singularity that suddenly appeared without any warning, and a time that forced him to close his eyes and switch.

"No," Osamu Dazai said, "it's the devil who dragged me by the neck and forced me to live with my only memory."

He opens the window.

The sun was still rising, Yokohama was calm and the sea was calm, only the clock moved back 72 hours silently.

And he is the only bell keeper in this world who can see the light of the sky.