Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Port Mafia Headquarters Building, the rooftop.

"........."

Everything is over.

Up to four and a half years of layout.The wild dog with hatred turned into a tiger that kills beasts under the moon.

Countless nights without closing your eyes.There are thousands of parallel worlds where friends cannot be saved.

The farewell ended with the muzzle of the black hole,... the sweet wine in Lupin's bar, I really want to drink with you again. "In the other—the original world, you and I were friends." I didn't want to be a leader just to be a leader.it is true.

The rising water was finally about to overflow his nose and mouth.He held on, showing a forced smile under the Yokohama sunset.

Carrying the darkness of the entire world, the scarves around his shoulders and necks have already been soaked in the blood of thousands of Dazai rulers.

but.

Finally, this step has been reached.

Dazai stepped forward and walked to the edge of the building.There are no railings and walls to prevent falls at the edges.That side is the sky.Once dropped, nothing stands in the way until it hits the ground. *

Yokohama opened his arms behind his back, and he almost threw himself into it.

"Mr. Dazai," Atsushi supported his knees with his hands in pain, and he forced himself to move regardless of the wound that was torn open again on his body.Move—this useless body, move! ! ! "Dazai, sir..." Atsushi called out with tears in his eyes, his face twisted under the emotion of fear and despair, he tried his best to reach out his hand to Dazai: "Please, please..."

The intuition that came from nowhere made Dun feel the great grief of his heart being torn apart for the third time.

Dazai gave him a gentle look.This look is no different from the look cast from the height of the dark throne every time Dun used the supernatural ability to be scarred, every time the leader personally issued a mission to Dun, and every time Dun wiped out all the enemies and returned.That is, from a handful of leftover ashes, the last warmth.

Dazai took a step back.Heels go over the edge and into the air. *

"It's finally here." Dazai smiled comfortably as his back was bathed in the wind. "The fifth stage, the final stage of the plan. I always feel an incredible feeling. It's like the day before returning to my hometown." *

"Wait." Akutagawa interrupted suddenly.He took a wobbly step forward, "You first... come down from there."

He frowned, showing an impatient and ferocious look, staring at his hated enemy.

"Don't get me wrong," Akutagawa said viciously, "I'm going to torture you with so many questions that I can't finish them. How can I give you a chance to slip away early."

Dazai raised his eyebrows in a little surprise.Akutagawa's reaction seemed to be beyond his expectation, so he replied in a gentle tone, "What do you want to ask? Tell me."

When he asked this sentence, he thought that his attitude was gentle enough, but there was still a faint sense of command.

For four and a half years, he led the Mafia and dominated the dark life in Yokohama, and finally left an indelible mark on Dazai.

"..." Akutagawa choked for a moment, but he didn't miss this opportunity.

He lingered in his heart for a while about the sudden sense of crisis and the doubts that had always plagued him, and finally chose to put aside the strange impulse to stop the man opposite him.Akutagawa narrowed his eyes and asked Dazai:

"The man in black, tell me one thing." Akutagawa said, "Why do you want to do this? Why are you so persistent in order to prevent the destruction of this world?"

"That's right. ... I don't care about the world to that extent. Whether you destroy it or not has nothing to do with me, does it. If it were me in another world, I would definitely say that. But." *

Dazai closed his eyes, a nostalgic smile appeared on his face.

"This is the only world where he lives and writes novels. I can't let this world disappear."*

The strong wind blowing seemed to invite him.

***

Port Mafia Headquarters Building, Chief Office.

——The place separated from the top floor by the first floor.

In the room where there were no living creatures, a person suddenly appeared.

Whether it's figure, appearance, facial features, or appearance, it can be said that he is the same person as the leader of the port mafia on the rooftop.

Only, the eyes of the pair of kite pupils seemed to be burning with a handful of ashes, resolutely.

The young man—Taken Dazai—as soon as he stood still, he looked up and smiled sarcastically as if he had noticed something silently.

"That idiot..." Dazai complained without making a sound but moving his lips.

After he finished speaking, he didn't waste any more time.Obviously he didn't witness the countdown in the pure white room with his own eyes, but Dazai seemed to have a precise timer in his body. In the words of the three-dimensional barrage, he immediately judged the plot point that "the if line should go to" ".

He didn't even think about it, he rushed to the back of the leader's desk in two or three steps, and with just one glance, he smiled as he had expected.

Without hesitation, Dazai sat directly on the leader's chair.

The three mafia chiefs before and after had sat in this position, and every word written by his hand took away countless lives, and every order issued by him involved a large amount of cold money.When Dazai was sitting on this chair, his face showed no pleasure or arrogance to usurp power at all, he just kicked the ground with his feet, turning around like an eight-year-old boy playing with a spinning teacup in an amusement park, and at the same time He also wrinkled his face on purpose, showing an expression of "this broken chair is as uncomfortable as a thorn pricking it".

"found it."

Dazai said suddenly.

The sense of certainty in this voice did not match the expression of disgust on his face at all, and in the next second, the exaggerated voice and expression disappeared from Dazai's body together.

He bent down, lifted the rug under the desk, and took out a key.

Then he used the key to open a drawer at the bottom of the desk.

--really.

Dazai looked at the package in his hand and smiled silently.

Even without memory.

Even if you do it all over again.

A fire that was once lit by the efforts of many, many people.

Finally, no more extinguishing.

Dazai stood up.

The expensive European handmade plush carpet absorbs his footsteps, and the orange sunset of Yokohama covers every corner of the room.

Dazai walked to the French window.

For the safety of the mafia leader, the specially made bulletproof glass curtain wall has continued to be completely dark for four and a half years until today.

Dazai put his palm lightly on the control device by the window.

Light blue electronic light swept across.

"Drip—" There was a slight vibration.

A perfect match, the security system authenticated as Osamu Dazai's palm print and fingerprint.

——The floor-to-ceiling windows are open.

"..."

The sea breeze from Yokohama gently and affectionately kissed Dazai's cheek.

Dazai closed his eyes slightly.

His fluffy black hair was disheveled in the wind, and a bandage around his neck broke at some point, and it was also blowing up in the wind at this time, like a pure white scarf around Dazai's neck.

three,

two,

One.

Counting down the time, Dazai took a step forward.

***

"Ah, ah, ah." Dazai closed his eyes and said with a dreamy smile, "I'm finally here. This moment I've been looking forward to for a long time. I'm really looking forward to it, I'm really looking forward to it... But Ah, there is also obsession. I can't see the novel that you will finish one day. Now there is only this one thing, which makes me a little bit reconciled." *

Dazai's body leaned back, over the edge.

Falling a long distance from the roof being pulled by gravity.

It was so long that it took some time to even land. *

[Desperate World A0: Bungo Stray Dogs]

[Despair level: 90%]

The wind was blowing strongly.

Fiery setting sun, red bricks and hard tiles.

The orange sunset has the charm of melting everything.

The wind creates a brief gap in the ear.Ahh, how quiet.

However, in the field of vision looking up to the sky, there are people who are absolutely impossible to appear here.

"————"

how come.

...that's right.

It turned out to be the case.

Before he realized it, he had already smiled softly.

"……wrong."

The leader Dazai said suddenly.

"Have you changed your mind?"

Another Dazai asked.This is not an interrogative sentence.

"Ah." The leader Dazai replied, "The novel that Oda Saku will finish one day, as expected, I still want to see it with my own eyes."

Dazai held out his hand.

Dazai grabbed him.

In midair, the two fell at the same time.

The bright red and pure white scarves were intertwined, blowing into the distance in the Yokohama wind.

[Desperate World A0: Bungo Stray Dogs]

[Despair level: 95%]

"If you remember, give me a hand."

Butei Dazai complained.

The moment the two held hands tightly, the moon-white light enveloped the Japanese characters and shot out uncontrollably.

Passive contact type supernatural powers, nullification without exception, [Disqualification in the World] collided with [Disqualification in the World], and the singularity of the supernatural power was forced to be born.

The unique singularity of this ability, its effect is——

"reduction".

Restore the memory of the leader Dazai across three desperate worlds.

Restore the leader Dazai... the "end" of taking poison and dying in the first episode of this world.

"I'm,... I didn't expect..." the leader Dazai said weakly, his teeth clenched hard, and he bit the antidote hidden between his teeth.At the same time, he adjusted his posture, grabbed the belt hanging in front of Butei Dazai in the air, and tried to pull it down.

"Unexpectedly, under my subconscious mind, what was hidden in Zhoumu's mouth this week was not poison but an antidote? Or,—huh?!" Taken Dazai grunted as he was strangled by the sudden deceleration, but his mouth was still Non-stop sarcasm:

"Or, you didn't expect that you would be hiding a parachute bag in the, uh, office?"

Parachute - opened.

The most common style, the most common fabric.

It was as if when unconsciously preparing the last sling in life, even the person who made the decision still had hesitation in his heart.

The darkness is too cold and the sun is too hot.

But don't be afraid.

——This time, many people hold your outstretched hand tightly.

The parachute, wobbly, fell to the ground.

Butei Dazai pushed aside the umbrella bag that was in the way, and simply sat on the floor.

The leader Dazai sat next to him.

The two sat side by side, not looking at each other, but looking up at the Yokohama skyline.

The crimson sunset is about to be swallowed up by half of the sea.

The endless sea has already been dyed red by the setting sun, and with the sea breeze, the waves are shimmering.

[Desperate World A0: Bungo Stray Dogs]

[Level of despair: 100...%..., @%...;#￥%]

"What did you write?"

The leader Dazai did not look back.

"Don't ask me this question."

Butei Dazai cunningly shirks responsibility.

"...That's right." The leader Dazai thought for a while, and actually agreed with this answer.

"In this way, I can finally sleep well."

Dazai laughed lightly, and said again.

"Ah." Dazai also laughed, and replied softly:

"Sleep, Dazai."

——The Japanese characters that emerged from the end of the sky quietly covered the world.

The whole of Yokohama fell asleep.

The author has something to say: the final cg:

Osamu Dazai→Osamu Dazai: [Fall face to face]

-June 2021, 12

*Quoted from the official novel "BEAST"

**Good night, Dazai.