Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

It's already night.

Across the messy alleys, wave the air mixed with perfume, alcohol, and strong spices.

The street lamps were still flickering pale, just like that night nearly ten years ago.

The wild cat was still licking the fur on the tips of its claws by the trash can.

Moths hovered around the cold light.

Everything seems to reappear.

But there is no longer a young and innocent boy sitting on the street lamp with his legs dangling and snickering.

Gojo Satoru pushed open the door of the bar, and walked in with a cold face.

On the mobile phone in the pocket, if you click on it, you can still see the text message from Osamu Dazai:

"Gojo-kun. Arrive at the following place before midnight today:——"

When seeing this sentence, the man's emotionless tone can almost appear in his mind.

Even when the current Dazai Osamu no longer ignores him and occasionally watches him acting maliciously, he can still smile slightly.

However, whether it is Dazai or any Gojo Satoru, they can recognize the completely different atmospheres among the three.

(...)

(but)

Very occasionally, the 27-year-old Gojo Satoru would also think maliciously in his heart.

(That kid, do you know)

(Dazai's steps)

(Will never stay in this world - this fact)

No.Now is not the time to think about such things.

When Gojo Satoru received this message, he subconsciously became vigilant.

Therefore, even though he had just left Tokyo, Gojo Satoru still decisively abandoned the original itinerary and turned around to buy the ticket back.

He didn't simply stay at the high school of conjuration as a teacher, although he was indeed relying on this identity, trying to increase the strength of his companions, and trying to avoid the recurrence of past/future tragedies.

Relying on the opportunity to get out of missions and get away from the high-level eyeliner, Gojo Satoru also did a lot of things in private.

(It’s not just that brat who learned something from Dazai)

Gojo Satoru snorted coldly in his heart.

(Astroplasma………)

He calculated the information collected so far.

(It’s really the most obvious butterfly effect, huh?)

(Dazai, what have you done to this world??)

The curse masters who huddled like mice and dared not show their heads.

If there is a chance, the first reaction will definitely be to attack Dazai instead of targeting the "six-eyed" high-level magicians.

and also……

He didn't think about it any further.

A slender man stands in the bar.

Wearing standard black clothes and bandages wrapped around his eyes, the strange shape cannot conceal the unique and eye-catching temperament of this person.

The impatient expression on that cold face made people itch even more.

Gojo Satoru doesn't drink alcohol.

This wasn't the clean bar he would occasionally go to with his colleagues to pass the time when he was in his own world.

——It would be better to say that this is simply part of the black market.

It belongs to a nest of snakes and rats, full of dirt, and the part that ordinary people will never have the chance to touch in their lifetime.

(Osamu Dazai)

(What are you going to do again?!)

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but grit his teeth.

A mixed and rich fragrance lingers in the nostrils.

The music full of vulgar hints shook the eardrums, covering up the whispers that should not be heard by others.

Someone came over tentatively and stuck it on his arm, Gojo Satoru pushed the person aside quite agitatedly.

(----found it!)

As he walked, the man unceremoniously pulled away all the people who were blocking the aisle, and walked straight to Dazai Osamu's table with two long legs.

"Hey."

While talking impatiently, Gojo Satoru instinctively looked him up and down with his six eyes the first time he finally found him.

He dragged his voice, seemed to be coquettish, and seemed to be tentative: "I'm here? Not only was I not late, but I arrived early. Don't you want to praise me, Mr. Dazai?"

Originally, this was just a title that deliberately stimulated others (and stimulated oneself).

I don't know when it started, but it's hard to take it off when it's on the lips.

The man sitting at the table did not answer him immediately.

Osamu Dazai resumed the attire that belonged to the leader of the port mafia, as if the darkness of the abyss shrouded his body again.

The three colors of pitch black, deep red, and pale are submerged in this feasting mud, unexpectedly unobtrusive.

Rather, it's quite the opposite.

——From the outside, the skinny man who seemed powerless to fight back was the one who was most comfortable in this place.

At this moment, Dazai nodded not to Gojo Satoru standing at the table, but to the stranger sitting opposite him.

It was more contemptuous than to an ant on the side of the road, or a muddy spot on a wall, than to a person.

But Gojo Satoru could clearly see that this stranger who was wearing a baseball cap and deeply covering his face - an ordinary person without magic power, seemed to have received some kind of amnesty, and almost shivered and curled up his neck.

"Then. Let's do it."

Dazai ordered.

Even amidst the loud and annoying music, Osamu Dazai's cold voice still cut into the ear canal like a knife blade.

"Try the first step first, and I will inform you later."

Dazai didn't even need to threaten anything, he only needed to cast a calm look, and this stranger who didn't know what he had gone through repeated sweating profusely, "Yes, don't dare, please rest assured, Dazai...no, Dazai-sama" , almost in the next second after Dazai nodded slightly, he bowed repeatedly and backed away.

"..." Gojo Satoru looked at this scene with an inexplicable expression.

"What are you going to do?"

In that voice, the deliberate and playful frivolous smile finally faded away, revealing the seriousness of the strongest magician in mankind.

Although he complained fiercely, the means of exorcising the curse spirit were also cruel and merciless.

However, Gojo Satoru is always a person who sticks to his principles.

Exorcising the curse spirit.

Protect the innocent.

Watching students grow.

——Under that grinning face, there is an unwavering and straight back.

Osamu Dazai was still sitting in his seat, slightly raised his face in the direction of Gojo Satoru.

A "student" who is already older than himself, who is heading to another world.

He gave a chilling smile of darkness and malice.

"What, what?" Dazai repeated slowly, the words seemed to be held between those two pale lips.

"no doubt."

Dazai smiled.

"Of course it was a bad thing."

Emerging on that pale face is a clear understanding that does not allow others to escape from reality and has everything in mind.

Dazai sighed with great joy, as if he was telling a prophecy and proclaiming something:

"Then, Gojo-kun. It's time for you to choose."

"You stand here because you want to be a participant, my accomplice—"

"Or, do you want to kill me and stop me?"

"..."

"..."

Gojo Satoru only frowned and hesitated for a moment, before turning around and chasing after him.

The first step, no matter what, first catch the person Dazai sent out who doesn't know what to do! ! !

but.

at the same time.

Dazai's voice came from behind.

For some reason, Gojo Satoru managed to capture that voice in the bar, amidst the voluptuous singing that hovered, rose, and suffocated in the ear.

With the rustling sound of cloth rubbing, it was Dazai who stood up from the booth, brushed his arm, and walked to the bar.

Immediately after the next second——

——"Miss, don't you want to buy me a drink?"

It was Dazai whispering with a smile.

"...,...!!"

Even knowing that the man was deliberately delaying time, Gojo Satoru froze as if his feet were frozen on the floor.

He never, never, never.

I've heard—a voice like Osamu Dazai's.

Slightly hoarse, with a half-hearted smile, at the end of the sentence, he waved lightly into the air.

It was the bitter chocolate that was hollowed out and filled with venom, and it was the blood that Cain drank down his throat but could never quench his thirst.

is the forbidden fruit.It's a cliff.It is an abyss that must not be stepped forward.

(no)

(can't listen)

(move)

(go after)

Messy thoughts screamed in his mind, together with the harsh music in the bar, it seemed like a knife stabbed into his brain again.

Behind him, Dazai laughed hoarsely like he was talking in his sleep.

"...Oh. Do you want to do this to me? ——Hmm? It's okay? If it's you, you can do anything?"

The soft and hoarse voice seemed to be licking the ears of others.

As long as you close your eyes, you can imagine the moist lips and tongue licking all the way down the tip of the ear, and slowly swirling along the pinna of the ear.

(no-no more)

Gojo Satoru could almost hear the sound of his own blood rushing wildly along his veins.

Under the bandage, the pupils of the six eyes gradually dilated, no doubt.

He couldn't help biting his tongue hard in his mouth, trying to regain his senses, trying to remember his principles, trying to chase... chase——

(Damn!!!)

(Dazai——)

(You manipulative bastard!!!!)

The 27-year-old man turned around and viciously pulled off the bandage covering his six eyes.

At this moment, the scream of the young woman and the sound of the glass smashing on the floor sounded at the same time.

——It was none other than the 17-year-old Gojo Satoru who followed the locator to find his head on Dazai's shoulder.

At the same second, the bloody smell that cannot be ignored began to waft in the air.

This smell made this underground bar belonging to the black market gradually stir up.

"........."

The faintly intoxicated smile that had appeared on Dazai Junxiu's face just a second ago had cooled down.

The cold look on the pupils made the young woman, who was about to fall into Dazai's arms just now, fall off the bar chair in horror and stagger back.

Dazai stretched out his right hand, grabbed the white-haired head buried on his left shoulder, and pulled it hard irresistibly!

"Teacher, teacher, teacher—" Gojo Satoru shouted loudly, with a few drops of warm blood still splashing on his face.

The pupils of those glazed blue eyes dilated and were incredibly deep.

"..." Osamu Dazai looked down at the students.

He used the fingers of his right hand to pinch Wujo Wu's jaw, mercilessly, and slapped him backhand.

With this strength, Gojo Satoru's face immediately turned to the other side, and the white forehead hair drooped down, covering his eyes.

"I don't remember, I taught a puppy who can bite people. Wu Jun."

Osamu Dazai said in a piercingly cold voice.

【Barrage:

"??!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!!!"】