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The first floor of the building was empty.

The lower-level personnel who were supposed to be guarding various parts of the branch were nowhere to be seen, let alone a human figure. I couldn't even sense the breath of a living person on the entire first floor. There was a vague smell of blood lingering in the corridor. From this smell, I also knew that this place should really be as the system said, and my "just in case" really came true.

I don’t know if it’s because my brother always keeps crows in our family, and the characteristic of crow’s beak has been passed on to our two brothers. My brother sent me to a different world just in case. But I said "just in case" and things really turned into the worst situation.

"I think that with a fighting force like Ryunosuke Akutagawa, the branch of the Port Mafia will not be easily captured by the enemy."

The system scanned and analyzed the entire first floor and made a calm judgment: "The door can be entered and exited normally, and there is no violent damage. There should not be an enemy invasion. There are no traces of fighting on the first floor."

"What's going on? Are the enemies inside?"

I thought for a while and then said: "Then let me boldly assume that Akutagawa, the one with no eyebrows and big eyes, has also rebelled?"

"You don't call this a bold assumption, it's nonsense. Thinking about his attitude towards Osamu Dazai, the possibility of Akutagawa's betrayal is far less than that of you being bribed by the local government."

When I thought about it, I stopped thinking about it, walked up the stairs, and went upstairs to investigate the situation.

There were dots of blood on the stairs, mottled upwards. I raised my head and tried my best to look up. With the visual aid of the system, I saw uncoagulated blood dripping down the section of the stairs.

Something really happened.

I pulled out the knife and held it in my hand on guard, then quickly ran upstairs. When I ran to the fifth floor, the man lying face down in a pool of blood suddenly caught my eye.

The system only glanced at him and gave the result: "It looks like he died not long ago, and the blood has not yet solidified."

I turned the body over on guard.

There was no trap set on the body. The back of the body was intact, but the front looked miserable. He must have been shot many times before he died. There was almost no good flesh on his torso, and even the fabric of his clothes was shattered and twisted into the wounds. However, his expression was not that of pain after being injured, but rather that he seemed to have endured great terror.

I threw the body away, stepped over the pool of blood and continued walking inside.

Originally, I wanted to ask the system whether Akutagawa might have... um... in this situation. But considering my crow’s mouth, it’s better to be prepared just in case.

The smell of blood is even stronger deep in the fourth floor, and the source of the smell is the corpses lying on the floor in the corridor. They had all just died, and their bodies were still stiff. They had died from knife wounds or gunshots. Everyone's expressions were frozen in the most frightening moment before death.

The impact of this scene is no worse than when I saw Akutagawa killing people with supernatural powers in the last mission. At least at that time I didn’t have to worry about Ryunosuke Akutagawa’s life.

"Are you actually worried about his safety?"

"What misunderstanding do you have about me? I just don't like him, but I don't hate him to the point of itch." I kicked away the cold body on the ground, looked around on the fourth floor, and started heading towards the fifth floor: "Besides, I don't want Yin to feel sad."

There are far fewer corpses on the fifth floor than on the fourth floor.

I frowned and clenched the knife in my hand without leaving any trace.

No, to be precise, there are far fewer complete corpses on the fifth floor than on the fourth floor.

The scene in front of me could be described as hell on earth. Bloodstains were spread out in layers on the floor and walls over a large area. The smell of blood and corpses was so strong that it was nauseating. The mutilated limbs were scattered everywhere. Those were not stab wounds. Traces of tearing can be clearly seen at the broken wound. The scars left by the bite feel very familiar to me. If there is no second similar superpower, then this is the wound left by Rashomon.

I slowly asked the system: "Do you think... which one is more likely for these people to rebel together or to rebel alone with Akutagawa?"

"I choose the third option."

"What is option three? Mutiny at the same time?"

"Use your brain, Jingniao." The system lightly attacked my intelligence, and then said: "If it could be easily betrayed, the Port Mafia would not develop into such a large organization. You might as well think about it. The enemy has abilities similar to brainwashing, hypnosis, and illusions that can instigate companions to kill each other.”

Why don't I use my brain?

This chapter is not finished yet, click on the next page to continue reading-->>It is like the Uchiha clan only has a small number of people. With so many people, Itachi still betrays the enemy whenever he wants.

"The situations are different. There is no analogy between Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Uchiha Itachi. Akutagawa will not betray because he has Dazai Osamu as a safety catch, but Itachi does not."

"Isn't that my brother?"

"But your brother committed suicide."

I said in a faint tone: "Then what do you think Osamu Dazai is busy doing every day, exercising."

System: "...I was almost convinced by you."

As the system and I spoke, a sound came from deep on the fifth floor.

There was a loud and restless noise like hitting something, mixed with whines. During this period, there was a faint sound of children's laughter and untuned children's songs. These two completely different sounds were mixed together. No matter how you think about it, it was very strange. Weird.

I rushed towards the source of the sound.

The sound came from the closed room at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor. Even though the scream just now almost broke his throat, he could still hear the voice of Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

The solid wooden door had been pierced with several holes of various sizes by Rashomon. From the holes, I saw Akutagawa bending down deeply with his back to me. Rashomon was rioting and biting. An enemy that does not exist in the air. Without further hesitation, I raised my legs and kicked open the already weak door.

The shattered door crashed to the ground, and suddenly, a shadow rushed up from the blind spot of my sight.

I originally thought it was Akutagawa's ability to distinguish between friend and foe, so I instinctively blocked it with a knife with my backhand.

What is transmitted from the short knife to the palm is not the hard impact feeling when cutting Rashomon, but the soft and smooth touch when the blade pierces the skin and cuts through the texture.

"Scare the birds!"

The system called out, and I hurriedly looked in the direction where I was stabbed with the dagger.

The child, who was a head shorter than me and had half-parted black and white hair, threw away the doll in his arms and fell to the ground screaming.

"It hurts!"

It is already abnormal for a child to appear in such a place at this time and ignore Akutagawa's murderous intention and pain. He covered the place where he was cut by the knife and rolled on the floor crying: "It hurts so much!"

He glared at me resentfully, blood seeping out from between his fingers and from places I hadn't touched at all, soaking through his clothes.

"Now - I feel so much pain. Come and feel my pain."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ugly doll he threw on the floor let out a shrill laugh, and a small black handprint appeared on the back of my hand holding the knife.

I subconsciously took a step back, but after just taking a step back, the scene in front of me seemed to have been transformed into another space, suddenly replaced by another scenery. Akutagawa's voice and the noise of Rashomon's rampage disappeared at some point, replaced by the sound of wind passing by his ears.

The cold night wind whizzed past carrying the smell of blood and death. I raised my head blankly and saw the black-haired boy wearing an ANBU uniform in front of me, opening and closing his lips and saying sorry to me repeatedly.

"Look, Scared Bird."

The system's calm voice suddenly broke the mime-like scene in front of him: "This is the ability to provoke comrades to kill each other. You must not attack any object in this illusion."

"I know."

After being drained of some of my emotions by the system, this scene itself didn't touch me much. The Uchiha Itachi in front of him stared at a pair of red Sharingan eyes, and blood dropped from the corners of his eyes like tears. Not only did my heart not fluctuate, but I felt like laughing.

The knife in Itachi's hand thrust out towards my body. The shadow in the hallucination originally failed to show Itachi's original strength. In addition, under the training of both the system and Osamu Dazai these days, my strength has also improved. I looked back. He jumped a few steps and almost easily avoided the knife stabbing at the fatal spot.

Using genjutsu to deal with Uchiha is simply the stupidest thing to do.

Being able to see through the boundaries of ninjutsu, taijutsu and illusion is the reason why the Uchiha clan is called the strongest.

I took a deep breath, and chakra converged toward my eyes, arousing a slight burning pain. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Three magatama were flowing in my blood-red eyes. Then, the scene in front of me——

……Um?

Why is there no change?

I didn't believe it and tried it again.

However, all he saw was Uchiha Itachi with his eyes lowered and a calm and sad expression.

The ANBU standard straight-edged ninja sword reflected Itachi's eyes half covered by long eyelashes. His Sharingan eyes, which were exactly the same as mine, seemed numb and desperate.

This chapter is not finished yet, click on the next page to continue reading-->>I was inexplicably stuck in a confused mood of "who am I and where am I?"

"System, system! Why can't the Sharingan see through this crude illusion!"

"It's strange that it can be seen through." The system complained to me: "The principle of the Sharingan is to see through the movement of chakra, so as to find loopholes in the illusion and break the illusion. The essence of this illusion is a supernatural ability, and it has nothing to do with chakra. None, how can you see through it?"

While the system was complaining, Uchiha Itachi's illusion attacked again. The blade of the blade grazed my body, but I couldn't fight back because I was in the midst of the enemy's illusion. If I fought back now, God knows whether I would accidentally kill Ryunosuke Akutagawa, or whether I was actually just injuring myself.

"System, system, system -" I started calling frantically for this jutsu that coexists with me: "What should I do? Can the large-scale destructive ninjutsu break the illusion? Can I just wait here for the black lizard? Did you realize something was wrong over there and come to rescue me?"

"With a large-scale ninjutsu like Hao Huo Keniu, if the child can be killed accurately, it is not impossible to break this illusion."

The system pondered for a moment and then said, "But have you ever thought about what if you accidentally kill Akutagawa?"

Me: "...Just think that I am unable to support you and Akutagawa has been killed?"

system:"……"

System: "You're not afraid that Yin will feel sad now, are you?"

what can I do.

I really want to defeat the enemy and rescue Akutagawa, but the problem is that in this situation, I can't fight yet, and I can't run away. I just stayed here hiding and fighting a war of attrition with Itachi. He was just a shadow in the hallucination. I was not tired, but I still felt tired.

The system, an artificially created thing, sighed in an extremely humane manner.

"I originally wanted to wait for you to find out on your own."

What did I find?

"Jingniao, do you know what kind of abilities you awakened when you opened the Mangekyō Sharingan."

"……What's the meaning."

My movement to avoid the blade suddenly stopped.

The illusion of Uchiha Itachi stayed a few steps away from me, standing with his ninja sword hanging down. The wind on the night of the genocide blew by, ruffling Itachi's soft long hair.

"Jingniao." A genius of the same age as me blinked his eyes filled with blood and tears, and called in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Jingniao, Shisui is dead."

"Shut up! It's so noisy! Do you have a crush on my brother? Why didn't I hear all the nonsense you said when I died?"

I turned around and yelled at him, then turned around and asked the system: "Awakened ability, what does it mean?"

"According to the different forms shown by each person, the owner of the Mangekyou Sharingan will also awaken their different abilities accordingly. Although they are different, there are generally traces that can be traced according to the family bloodline." The system explained calmly: " Your brother, Uchiha Shisui, possesses the strongest illusion in the mind control system, "Belt the God", and you - Jingniao, you have the potential to be one in a million, and your eyes are not inferior to those of the other gods. ."

"Try it, Scared Bird, try your left eye."

The system's murmur in the ear is like coaxing: "The right eye is the illusion that comes out of nothing, and the left eye is the reality that sees through the illusion. It is real and it is false, Jingniao, your illusion is the strongest."

As the system whispered, chakra gathered towards my left eye uncontrollably.

The lines of the Mangekyo Sharingan quietly bloomed amidst the stinging and burning. Wherever the sight of the left eye could be seen, the illusory space was gradually annihilated as if being dissolved. The last one to disappear was Itachi Uchiha. The young man illuminated by the bloody moonlight raised his eyes and looked at me, smiling lightly as if he was relieved.

"Really...even I don't know how to judge such a series of procedures. How powerful are the 'Izanosun' and 'Izanran', so they are arrogant enough to take the power of the God of creation and the creation of all things in the land. Name it with the word □.”

The false illusion was torn apart by the power of the Mangekyo Sharingan. The reality under the illusion was that Akutagawa fell to the ground with his life or death unknown, and the child who was the culprit widened his eyes in confusion.

I wiped away the bloody tears that overflowed from my eyes, and before the strange-behaving child could run away, I grabbed him by the back of his collar and brought him in front of me.

From his eyes, I saw my changes. The circuit diagram-like pattern of the Kaleidoscope Sharingan is fading, and they have re-differentiated into three magatama embedded in the bottom of the eyes.

"Now, it's your turn."

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