Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

The first step in controlling Honwan is to control the spiritual power center of Honwan.

Place it in the center of the garden where it can be seen at a glance.

This also shows that it is not something that will be damaged at will.

The shape is a prismatic crystal.

The color is dull and indeterminate.Dusty, as if polluted.

It is not difficult to use.

Just like a compass that transforms time and space, as long as spiritual power is injected, it can support the normal life of the entire Honmaru.

For example: constructing a barrier to protect the Honmaru, transforming the scenery of the Honmaru, protecting the swords and swords inside the Honmaru, and paying the gods with the same trial...

And so on.

The above is the corresponding explanation.

【Barrage:

"What's that? I've never heard of it, okay?"

"So our Honmaru is so advanced?"

"There are still crystals? Is it the second set? I thought there was only one room in Honmaru..."

"I see. It's probably Ah Guan's new way to cheat Krypton."

"Understood, can't I pay?"

"It's time for the class representative to ask questions! Did you hear the key point just now? I'm about to take the exam!"

"Spiritual power..."

"Spiritual power..."

"Speaking of spiritual power... Can super powers from different worlds really be shared?"]

Obviously, it is even more impossible for the leader Dazai to ignore this.

"What about me? I don't have any spiritual power at all."

Dazai said firmly.

"If you have to say it, I only have supernatural powers."

——I don't know why, but there is only this sentence, which is extremely bright and hearty.

For a moment, it was as if he had escaped from some giant in the shadows.

That was, like a boy's, clear voice.

"..."

"..."

The swordsmen looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

(Continue to be vigilant?)

(repulsion?)

(Always ready, kill?)

(However. In terms of feeling, it is not the same as those criminal judges...)

(Although, he was also led by the nose by this man)

(Unknowingly, I came to this step)

(But, since, reluctantly admitted)

Touken Fusangshen didn't know what this step of compromise and retreat meant in front of this man Dazai Osamu.

A caregiver who manipulates people's hearts like a puppet.The man who sat on the dark throne of the port mafia.With his demonic intelligence, he is feared and bowed down by the people of the whole underground world.

Dazai just said that, as if he didn't notice it, and waited for the swordsmen to communicate with each other and reached a consensus.

"That's it, try it."

The swords said unconsciously.

"Hmm. OK."

Dazai stretched out his hand and placed it on the prism crystal.

The moon-white light wrapped around the words and flew out in a circle.

That is, extremely clear, extremely clean, like the light of the moonlight.

"Extraordinary ability - [Disqualification in the World]."

As the voice fell, the prismatic crystal faded its dull color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After washing off the dirty shell, a transparent, crystal clear and clear texture was revealed.

【Barrage:

"??? What is this? Purification??"

"Is it because of disqualification in the world???"

"Disqualification in the world still has this effect? ​​True or false? It's amazing, my master!"

"Wait, has something else changed? The weather has changed?"

"Uh. Why did the sword men change their expressions?"]

Osamu Dazai watched all this, raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Any questions?"

He asked kindly.

"Your expressions are so obvious that I can't pretend to be deaf and dumb."

"..."

"..."

For the second time in a day, Token Fusangshen fell into a state of being speechless.

No.It's not something to be ashamed of, but,

anyway,

I don't want the man in front of me to know.

The swords who were suspected of falling into darkness made up their minds, or kept silent, or looked down at the grass, or looked left and right, looking for nothing to say.

All of a sudden, unnecessary dry laughter rang out one after another.

After a long silence, it turned into real, soft laughter.

(In Honmaru... It seems that it has been a long time, and I haven't been so relaxed.)

There are many swords, and similar thoughts have emerged in the bottom of my heart.

"Ah. It's snowing..."

Five Tigers retreated and whispered.

He stretched out his palm, let the snowflakes fall on his palm, curled up his fingers, and cherished it.

When you look up, you can see that the dark sky that always looks like a rainstorm has changed.

Heavy snow fell down one after another, slowly covering up everything.

Dirt, fatigue, blood, pain, will eventually turn into a simple piece of pure white.

The little dagger moved his palm to his cheek and rubbed it.

Before he knew it, his accompanying big tiger also rubbed against him, sticking out his tongue and licking away the boy's scorching tears.

"What's the matter, back?"

Yaoyan asked him softly.

Even the voice of Yaoyan is quiet.

Everyone seemed to be stunned, standing together, silently admiring the long-lost snow scene.

"It's okay, Brother Yaoyan." Wu Hutui smiled timidly, and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

"It's just... if everyone can watch the fireworks one more time, that would be great."

"..." Yaoken rubbed the hair of the little dagger.

After a moment of silence, Dazai clapped his hands, calling these swords back to their gods.

"I like snow days too."

For some reason, as if he was very happy, Dazai said with a smile on his face:

"The corpse is covered by thick snowdrifts, so it won't be ugly because it can't be seen. Before freezing to death, you can feel the warmth. No matter how you think about it, it's a happy death, right?"

(?!?! What are you talking about, this god judge??)

The swords showed dumbfounded expressions.

I was already confused by this young man who couldn't figure out his thoughts. Now, when I hear this kind of question, men who are essentially swords and utensils, who were later given human bodies, simply don't know what to do. reaction.

(Human beings...are they so complicated and difficult to understand?)

"Okay. Get back to your senses. The sooner I finish my work, the sooner I can kill myself."

Osamu Dazai said nonchalantly.Randomly point to someone:

"It's you. Tell me about Honmaru."

【Barrage:

"...I just wanted to lick this beautiful CG..."

"I just wanted to say that this wave might be due to the operation of purification. The sword men should at least feel good about it..."

"I just wanted to say that the flag stands really nicely, but it turns out..."

"A good Dazai, why does he have a mouth??"

"Why do you throw a knife when you disagree with each other?"

"It's better to sympathize with the one who was named and was hahahahahahahahaha"

"It's like roll call in class, the more you want to hide, the more you will be called hahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"Come, come, my family is considered a social terror, let me introduce this Honmaru for him!"

"This is the stable, and that is the lodge."

"There is also a laundry room, let's come to Kangkang, who is a virtuous housekeeping knife who is washing the quilt hhhhh"

"The other side of the road is a field, hey, it's really Hata Toban."

"It doesn't seem to be much different from Ah Guan's setting."

"Okay, with the hard work of the quilt, we finally arrived at the destination - the castle tower!"

"? It looks quite ordinary?"

"Looking at the original dark background, I thought the castle tower would be a mosaic."

"What the hell is a mosaic hhhhh, what did the knives do to the god judge!"]

After arriving at the castle tower, Osamu Dazai left the leading sword behind him.

He calmly stepped into the territory belonging to the god judge.

Neither choose to close the sliding door, nor activate the protective barrier.

Throwing the potentially hostile sword Fusangshin behind his back, he didn't care if he would be stabbed.

Not to mention paying any attention to them.

Exactly like what this man said:

The presence or absence of men with swords will never affect this man.

"..."

Kunihiro Yamababa opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The eyes hidden under the golden hair stared at the man in black for a while.

He lowered his eyes.He walked downstairs silently.

At the same time, the eyes watching in the dark also disappeared.

--have they gone?

ah ah.That's it.

Dogs who came back barking and wagging their tails after being kicked twice.

A cold sarcasm appeared on Dazai Osamu's face, and he suppressed this emotion again.

Anyway.None of this matters.

These swords are not important.

The world doesn't matter either.

(this life is not important)

All he wanted was to understand why he appeared in that pure white room as soon as possible.

(What is the purpose?)

And, pass the level as quickly as possible and return to your own world.

(I still have unfinished business)

really...

Dazai complained in his heart.

(My world is very fragile)

(Only in that world, I will never—)

He quickly checked the entire castle tower.Pale and slender fingers opened the drawer, opened the file with a swipe, waved away the floating ash in the air, and roughly pulled the gathered quilt.

Finally, he stood in front of a solid wooden bookshelf.

ha.Nothing new.

--found it.

A man stands in a traditional Japanese room.

The color like solidified black night enveloped him.It was a handmade suit of the highest quality that even European royals would envy.

Not to mention the bright red scarf that symbolizes the glorious power of the port mafia.

All over his body, only the bandages were suddenly pale.

When he was silent and motionless, there was almost no fresh breath that belonged to humans, and it was almost impossible to resist trying to test his breath.

Even the castle tower, which was incompatible with this man, was soaked in a terrifying atmosphere at this moment.

If there were members of the Port Mafia standing here, they would instinctively bow their heads and show submission.

——That is, the black aura, the aura of death.

- The aura of the port mafia.

Even the sword man who kept making excuses and passed by the gate of the castle tower was shocked by this aura.

(horrible?!)

(Is this the current human?)

In this way, two full days passed in the silent temptation (one party was completely unmoved).

Daojian Fusangshen suddenly came back to his senses and thought it was impossible!

Humans have to eat and sleep, right? ! !

(What is going on with this man?)