Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

The 17-year-old head of the Gojo family, with cold and jealous eyes, took a deep look at Gojo Satoru from another world, and left.

Even if he knew it was his teacher's most obvious conspiracy.

Even if you know how cruel reality this choice will be at both ends of the balance.

Even knowing the extremely subtle tenderness hidden under this choice, pushed by Dazai to his relatives and friends.

—he still felt, madly jealous.

(why not choose me)

Gojo Satoru chewed this sentence to pieces in his heart.

(why choose another 'me'?!)

(Because he is stronger)

(Because he has nothing to worry about)

(because I--)

(still being teacher)

(——Are you taking care of them as "children"!!!)

Under the eyelashes that looked like falling snow, the six eyes of Liulilan were all dim.

(But)

Gojo Satoru would never allow anyone around him to be hurt again.

The taste of despair, he doesn't want to try again!

The bird's sky is not that vast.

It is best not to miss a single cloud that was fortunate enough to stay on that sky.

undoubtedly. Once the existence of the "star plasma body" is revealed to the entire ordinary society, whether it is someone who wants to kill the "star plasma body" to shake the entire magic circle, or someone who robs the "star plasma body" to study magic, Even the ignorant and ignorant people who want to attack the "astral plasma" just after listening to the rumors, even the classmates and friends who usually laugh at the "astral plasma", suddenly turn their backs at this time.

——In the final analysis, only the human heart can produce curses.

Wujo Satoru does not allow himself to be absent when his best friend is in crisis.

(so)

(my teacher----)

The two pairs of six eyes stared at each other for a second with deep anger.

The young Gojo Satoru lowered his head and lightly touched his teacher's blood-stained shoulder with his lips.

he left.

As he walked, he wiped away the blood stains on his face with the pulp of his thumb.

On the red and swollen half of the cheek, there is still a fresh stimulus given by the teacher himself.

【Barrage:

"I rely on this crazy smile?!?!"

"Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh, Gojo Satoru, your expression management is too villainous?!"

"It's over, it's over, it's already grown up at 175, isn't this going to super-evolve now?!"

"Danger ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Chief Zai you student is obviously going to grow crooked!!!"

"? Wait, I'm only realizing it now—so the leader, Jaime, has made the magic world public to the whole of Japan?!?!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

"Wait! Why can ordinary people see curse spirits?!"

"Did you forget the sisters on the left?? It was the 'bondage' between the leader Zai and the Wutiao family ten years ago!! Just that, the leader Zai promised the Wutiao family to push them to the top of the 'Yu Sanjia', and then the Wutiao family researched that they can use mobile phones It’s like a tool to shoot a curse spirit!!”

"Damn it, so Osamu Dazai has prepared this trick almost ten years ago? Even being stabbed by his parents can be counted as being able to land in Yokohama by the world consciousness?? Even the Yokohama cursed fetus incident was used together?? ?”

"??? Director Zai, you wrote the entire script yourself, right????"

"That's why 275 is so angry!! Now 1000 million people can use their mobile phones to take pictures of the mantra!"

"I feel that there must be a lot of people to see if there is anyone around who is giving birth to the curse..."

"Then... I made up my mind that the whole person is not good..."

"What if the classmates/friends/brothers and sisters who have a very good relationship with each other and are still smiling now have a curse spirit lying on their shoulders... I really want you to die from the bottom of my heart...God..."

"It's over, it's over, it's definitely the rhythm of turmoil in Japan?!"

"Leader Zai: Destroying the world, I am familiar with this."

"Don't say hello to the left, I'm obviously a proficient in saving the world, even if the method is a bit ketchup... Wait, isn't this a desperate world??? Why is it even more desperate???"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"It's true that the leader Zai is the public enemy of the world now!!! The high-level officials in the magic circle must want Dazai to die! Will the curse master come in again?! After all, the leader Zai played so badly ten years ago that he almost had a fight with the Wutiao family. Both losers ah ah ah!"

"The government will not allow it!! Definitely send the police...even the military police!!"

"Maybe there are ordinary people... Ordinary people also have ghosts! Maybe they will secretly tip the black market?!"

"Zai!!! What have you done ahhh my Zai!!!"

"This game is too big!! What the hell do you want to do, Chief Zai?!?!"

"And Dazai just made his location public! They are still in this bar now! Maybe they will be located soon!"

"?!?! Run away, you two!!!"

The bullet screen was full of ghosts crying and howling, anxious and anxious, and almost wanted to jump into the screen and drag the two people out.

Contrary to them, the few bosses watching were still calm and motionless.

Needless to say, Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

In the bottom of his heart, there has never been a sentence that puts "Dazai Osamu" and "failure" together.

On the other hand, Hayato Gakudera has been paying attention to the screen of Tsunayoshi Sawada, even though the 16-year-old boy works hard every day in a convenience store to make money, and tries to forge his identity by relying on the knowledge he learned at the Mafia Academy in the past two years. Made friends with a peer who was bullied on campus again...

Compared with the two timelines merged here, it is simply a warm daily life with a completely different style of painting.

But even in such an ordinary daily life, Hayato Kikuji still insisted on raising the flag for his tenth generation—no, the first generation of "New Vongola"—every day.

The barrage he sent out alone, if summed up, can probably be written into a novel with a length of 15 words.

(Those who haven’t watched the live broadcast may think that this “Judaimu” is wearing a mecha, punching dinosaurs, stepping on the head teacher, responding to everyone, starting from the school, and unifying the world)

On the contrary, Reborn completely forgot about his students who were still in the future timeline.

Let Sawada Tsunayoshi fend for himself, no matter how often he still hugs his head and yells "Damn it, let me go back to make up the exam—or reborn will have to kill me——".

(tsk)

(Stupid Gang)

The child of the rainbow who got rid of the baby's body seemed to have tasted some great fun from the arrogance and courage of the leader Dazai, who played the whole world with applause.

Often when the barrage was crying until it was screaming, this young man with black hair and black eyes would sneer full of interest.

As for the fluorescent blue vip barrage, it rarely appeared.

It was as if he was still waiting and watching, still watching with cold eyes, and still loathing something.

Only occasionally laughing at the world, ridiculing the monkeys' overreach.

——However, similar speeches have almost disappeared during this period of time.

If it weren't for the big shots who were still thinking about something in their hearts, this person would probably be ignored.

certainly.Osamu Dazai would never ignore this abnormality.

(but)

(it doesn't matter)

(The key is still——)

Osamu Dazai, who is already in the Armed Detective Agency and has been covered by the sun, stares closely at the other self soaked in darkness on the screen.

Slowly, a smile appeared on his face.

If this smile was seen by Doppo Kunikida when they met for the first time, it would definitely stimulate him to draw his gun to face each other, and suddenly become hostile.

It was a smile that showed the vortex of violence and blood, and the black blood of the mafia.

(Ahh. Awesome. So funny. I envy you.)

Almost unconsciously, such awareness came to mind.

In the space of his own consciousness, Osamu Dazai let his side hide under the surface of the dark water, and smiled contentedly.

He stared at the back of the "book", another self that was different but the same.

As if overlapping, Dazai covered his forehead with the mirror.

(I who save/destroy the world)

(You who destroy/save the world)

Where no one was looking, Osamu Dazai let himself laugh.

(me,----)】

at the same time.

The world is still running steadily, shattered, and reborn.

This bar, which was originally part of the black market, was first disturbed by the smell of blood, and then shocked by the absurd reality disclosed in the three videos.

And then -

Someone has recognized Osamu Dazai.

And faintly stirred up.

If the two Gojo Satoru hadn't fought briefly and shattered the wall while leaving him intact, someone would probably have tried to approach Dazai Osamu.

——Maybe he was deceived by Dazai's tall and slender appearance again, and underestimated the danger of this person.

Surprised by Osamu Dazai's look, he retreated silently to the corner, and the bartender at the bar felt frightened from the bottom of his heart while wiping cold sweat and preparing to escape.

The instinct of living in the underground world all the year round told him:

Something bad is about to happen.

As for Dazai, propping up the counter with his right hand, he jumped in briskly.

He didn't seem to care about the destructive impact he had on the world at all, a contented smile appeared on his pale face, like a child who was eager to know what the next gift would be.

In this man, the courage of those who have been in high positions and in power for many years has slightly changed.

What is exposed on the surface is a deep and confusing darkness that is more easily seen by people in the underground world at a glance, equates with "danger" in their hearts, and shows "the same kind".

Dazai smiled like this, casually searched for a bottle of strong liquor under the light, lifted it up with his right hand, and shook it.

Immediately afterwards, he directly smashed the top of the bottle on the counter!

The whole bottle of spirits was poured on the left shoulder bitten by the student indiscriminately, for disinfection in an emergency.

A strong stimulus came, causing Dazai to snort softly, but the smile on his face became deeper and deeper.

"--So."

Standing like this inside the messy bar counter.

This man who manipulated the entire world with one hand and watched it shatter with a smile.

Blood stains on the shoulder.

The strong smell of alcohol permeates the whole body.

Every drop of blood in that body must have condensed an irredeemable darkness.

And such a man, with such a pleasant and dangerous smile, uttered the devil's bewitching words:

"Five Lords."

"Your answer is?"

Standing outside the bar counter, no one has the ability to stop him, but once again he felt the infinite suction of his feet stuck to the ground.

What else can Wujo Satoru say?

Gojo Satoru couldn't answer anything.

This 27-year-old man who sticks to his principles and tries to save this hopeless world.

So he puffed up his face angrily, and dragged his voice out, as if he was acting like a baby, and also seemed to be complaining:

"—You didn't give me a second choice at all, did you?"

"Tai, Zai, Lao, Shi."

With this darkness, go hand in hand.

Hearing this expected choice, Osamu Dazai responded with an unusually bright and clear voice that Gojo Satoru had never heard before.

(This voice made Gojo Satoru, who regretted it for a moment, so crazy that it was worth it)

"Well. First things first."

Dazai said briskly like singing.

"Let's go first—"

"Steal a car."