Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Pure white walls and ceilings.

Pure white tabletops and chairs.

——Pure white room.

"————————————!"

Like a person dragged out of the water after drowning, Kudo Shinichi took a deep breath, choked his body down, and coughed violently.

"Cough cough, woo...cough cough cough——!"

Coughing alone is not enough to relieve pain.Almost subconsciously and instinctively, Kudo sat on the chair and curled up, his fingers trembling without a trace of strength, the weak strength made him have to twitch convulsively to grasp the cloth of the clothes. ...It's not the brain but the subconscious mind of the body, which makes him want to use the sense of touch to confirm the integrity of his body.

Waist cut.

It was so painful.

It was the sharp pain that caused the brain to go blank, and it was the mottled and unrestored vision that made Kudo Shinichi gasp for a long time before he managed to regain his senses.

"……how,…………"

The high school detective, who was lying low on the table, murmured angrily and raised his eyes with all his strength.

Cold sweat dripped down Kudo's pale forehead, and those blue crescent eyes that had always been determined were weakly closed; the next second they stubbornly opened again:

Kudo Shinichi still remembers the last ray of life he tried his best to give.

Gojo-san... Dazai...

Gritting his teeth, Kudo wiped his forehead with the back of his hand in embarrassment, wiped the cold sweat indiscriminately, propped himself up on the table and wobbled up.

He first saw a familiar long silver-white hair.

A pitch-black windbreaker and a pitch-black top hat, fierce and cold dark green eyes. ... gin.

Kudo Shinichi knew that the crime of his old enemy was unforgivable, but he was inevitably relieved: Even if he was as fair and just as he was, he never wanted to see Gin's dignity and pride crushed together, and voluntarily lowered his head to be pierced by bullets. The look of passing by.

At the same time, a glimmer of hope emerged in Kudo's heart: Sure enough, Gin was not dead.He didn't die either.So do you mean...

But Gin didn't even give Kudo Shinichi his eyes.The well-known number one killer of the Men in Black organization, a criminal who kills without batting an eyelid, and the loyal dog under the seat of 'Mr. The last gleam of light in his eyes was also extinguished.

Kudo didn't care about this.A weak smile appeared on the young face of the high school student, he followed Gin's eyes and looked back——

It is different from the pure white room in the initial state.At the moment when the "strategy" is in progress, where no one has ever intervened, there is a change that is visible at a glance in the pure white room.

One left and one right, two screens hang down, almost filling the other half of the room.

On the screen on the left, dense text rolled over.Kudo himself is a detective who often searches the Internet for information, and is essentially a high school student. He naturally knows that this kind of real-time text interaction is called [Danmaku].But these words scrolled fast and many times, and there were different colors of dazzling fluorescent colors in the middle. … Kudo Shinichi, who had just recovered from the excruciating pain, frowned, temporarily put aside the barrage, and decided to come back to his senses and study it carefully.

right,

right--

Kudo let out a trembling breath, his whole body stiffened into a lifeless stone statue.

He saw Dazai looking up at the sky contentedly, falling back, and happily throwing himself into the arms of the cross arm; ...He caught Dazai's body, but he couldn't keep the soul of this person who was determined to die.The blood spilling from the mouth and nose mixed with Gojo Satoru's, and bloomed on the ground into a flower made of blood. ...How cruel, yet how gentle...

In the next second, Gojo Satoru appeared in the pure white room.

This man is not like Kudo Shinichi, who suddenly reorganized his body, returned his soul, and survived by luck, but Gojo Satoru didn't show his severe pain at all. He didn't seem to feel the pain of his body being pulled and crushed by gravity at all. He tightened his arms instinctively, as if to make sure that the teacher was still in his arms.

— not there.

—nowhere.

The nothingness that was as empty as lost awakened the man's reason.The six glazed blue eyes confirmed the change in the pure white room in just one breath, and Gojo Satoru immediately laughed, but that smile made Kudo Shinichi's hair stand on end, and his heart that hadn't calmed down began to beat in his chest again Like a drumbeat: Kudo has seen this desperate and crazy look in the eyes of too many people,...too many,...too many.

Gojo Satoru raised his hands while maintaining a smile on his face.He straightened his right arm, stretched out his snapping fingers, and bent his left arm.In just one breath, some terrifying power invisible to the naked eye of the non-magician began to expand rapidly.

that is,

One of the strongest moves that directly cuts space by overlapping the homeopathic technique "Cang" and the reverse technique "He".

——The imaginary form "茈".

"!!!"

Kudo Shinichi didn't understand mantra, but the human instinct almost made his stomach vomit: some unseen destructive force was coming.Kudo slapped himself hard on the thigh, squeezed out a voice from his throat, and shouted, "Stop!"

And Wujo Satoru, how could he listen to him?

Isn't the only person in the world who made Gojo Satoru obey him no longer around?

Gojo Satoru couldn't hear Kudo Shinichi's urgent cry at all, and all the voices couldn't really reach his ears; he seemed to be in a deep sea without temperature, and his internal organs were completely cold.For the first time, Gojo Satoru understood the teacher's desire to die.He thought, the teacher and I have clearly obtained eternal sleep... This time the teacher will never abandon me again.I stopped breathing together with the thorns that pierced my chest, and warmed you with my blood. Unfortunately, you missed my swan song this time. ... I should be happy like this, right?But who is it, and why do you have to wake me up?

Gojo Satoru couldn't figure it out.But he has his own solution.

The straight right arm was slightly bent, pointing at his own chest.

"stop--"

Someone yelled beside him, Gojo Satoru smiled slightly: It's late.

The dazzling light exploded.Accompanied by billowing smoke and deafening bangs, [茈], who once destroyed half of the Kyoto Conjuration College campus in the world of the Master of Conjuration, focused his killing move on the chest of the master of Conjuration——

The smoke dissipated.

Gojo Satoru was still sitting on the pure white seat.Not to mention a blood hole in the chest, even the expensive jet-black suit was intact.

Kudo Shinichi was almost going crazy, but it was as if his whole body was stuck by the seat, unable to move at all.

These are the two rules of the pure white room. The leader Dazai shot himself when he entered the pure white room for the first time, so he came to the conclusion:

First, in the pure white room, the attack is invalid.

Second, in a pure white room, participants can only sit on chairs and cannot leave or make other actions.

——And this rule, which has never had exceptions, is an exception today.

Another second passed, and three other people appeared in the pure white room.

Dazai Osamu, Five Tigers Tui, Yaken Toshiro.

standing.Unbound.completely free.

However, they looked different from the three people who were forced to sit at the table.

Gin died from being shot through the head by the leader Dazai, Kudo Shinichi died from being cut in half by Ozaki Koyo's supernatural ability [Golden Yasha], and Gojo Satoru died from falling from a building.

The three people who should have died appeared in the pure white room. Using the terminology in the game, it can be said to be "full blood with one click" and "return to the resurrection point".

Otherwise... death is death, the fairest sentence in the world that cannot be hidden.But in other words, if death is real, these three people will not regret their choices.

But compared to the intact appearance of these three people, the other three people standing looked much more embarrassed.

Fu Sangshen, with two swords, kept his clothes loose, with shallow cuts appearing on his skin.

If there is any god-inspector here, he can understand at a glance: this is a minor injury that the sword has not been repaired by [Hand Entry].

This degree of injury was the price paid by the two short-sword boys in order to catch the "edge" related to the master that almost disappeared during the last landing.

But obviously, next to Osamu Dazai looks a little worse.

The flowing sand-colored long windbreaker was crumpled for some reason, the hem of the clothes drooped, and the end was stained with dirt that looked like "screwdriver" wine and blood.

The originally fluffy and soft black hair was messed up somewhere and curled back, but the owner didn't care about it.

Dazai staggered two steps forward from the second he appeared in the pure white room, and was quickly supported by Yakuken.

"...Are you okay?" Yao Yan omitted the title, and asked with concern in his tone.

At the same time, although the Five Tigers did not understand why they had protected the children not long ago and avoided conflicts with the God-inspector's port mafia, they returned here before they had time to reunite with the God-inspector. ...Five Tigers also don't understand, because of their young appearance, no matter whether the leader Dazai is for the belief of Oda Sakunosuke or the safety of the children in the long house, the two short knives are not involved at all.

Conversely, it was precisely because of the early exit that the swords survived without incident.

——Become an indispensable military support in the future.

The moment Dazai looked at the pure white room, he finalized such a plan.

it's not finished yet.

Dazai looked at the two screens.

He looked at the familiar speech in the bullet screen, watched the fluorescent yellow screen keep swiping, and then glanced at the darkened right screen, and smiled slightly.

"I understand." Dazai said hoarsely, "The truth of 'World of Despair'."

With this sound, the three sitting people who more or less avoided staring at Dazai looked at him in disbelief.

"Your, your, throat..." Kudo bit his lip and asked anxiously, hardly daring to think about the cause and effect behind it.

He didn't have time to think anymore.

The 'gift' left in the pure white room is always limited.

At this moment, words appeared on the pure white desktop:

/ In a world that is destined to be overwritten, someone sits in the position of the leader, controlling the giant in the dark.Under his control, there is no place that the tentacles of this illegal violent group cannot reach... /

At this moment, only the three standing people disappeared.

And after the three people disappeared from the pure white room, another line of text slowly appeared on the empty desktop:

/Countdown time: 3 hours/

/Number of Survivors: 3/