Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Central Plains Chuya, at the moment when time and space transformed, he was ready to fight.

No matter how dire the plot, no matter how powerful the enemy, the Gravity Manipulator of the Port Mafia has nothing to fear.

but……

(tsk.)

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't catch the figures of Osamu Dazai and Tanjirou Kamado.

(scattered?)

A dull red light spread all over his body, and he waited with bated breath.

(Since the ghost-slaying boy wears a sword with him, he still knows how to use it, right?)

(It's that bastard with third-rate fighting power. As the leader, he definitely can't go to the front line to fight. Who knows how degraded it is now?!)

(——If I get beaten to the ground by a level 1 guy, I'll have to laugh at him!)

Zhongyuan Zhong also endured the irritability.

(another world, another port mafia, another "me"...)

(No matter what, I can't let that guy die in a place like this!!)

(Otherwise - who cares about him!!!!!!)

As if feeling Zhongyuan Zhongye's irritable mood, finally there was an extremely fast sound approaching.

He grinned a ferocious smile that was eager to try and belonged to a hunter:

"It's coming——, huh?"

And this smile changed suddenly halfway through.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "You little brats, what's going on?"

Being pointed at by several extremely sharp swords, the Gravityist had a speechless expression on his face, and put his hands back into his pockets.

He looked down at the several knives that were controlled by the supernatural ability of gravity and could not move forward or retreat, and tentatively kicked one of the short knives.

One of the subdued brats who were unwilling to let go was kicked out.

A part of the short knife was broken, and at the same time, the boy with short hair let out a pain, and blood and scars appeared on his body.

"thick!"

Another orange-haired blue-eyed girl who was also in a uniform exclaimed, her eyes widened in shock, and she turned her head angrily and tried to attack like a sinking boat:

"What are you guys? A new type of time retrograde army? Don't hurt my brothers!"

"chaos!"

"Wait a minute, Brother Luan!"

Several other boys also shouted.

(??? Not a girl???)

"..."

Looking at this situation, Zhongyuanzhong really felt guilty of bullying a child.

He wiped his face, raised his hands meaningfully, and made a gesture of surrender:

"Let me tell you first, I'm not a 'time retrograde army', and I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't attack me, then I won't fight back. Be friendly, exchange information with each other."

"—how? Got it?"

"..."

"..."

Several boys (is that really a girl?) looked at each other and nodded silently.

One stepped back vigilantly and helped his brother up.

Of course there was no attack.On the contrary, he felt a little better about these brats.

(Well. It's quite loyal.)

Immediately afterwards, standing on the barren wilderness, a few short knives exchanged information with Central Plains Zhongya.

After a brief chicken-and-duck talk, Zhong also finally understood:

First, this is a desert in the space-time gap, and a Honmaru unfortunately landed on this coordinate.

Second, there is no one in Honmaru, but Fusangshen whose sword has turned into a human body.

Third, if he wants to find someone, he must determine the coordinates and manipulate the time-space conversion compass as a god judge.

"Ah, what a hassle."

Zhong Yuanzhong also messed up his hair, and a pair of cobalt blue eyes looked at the little ghosts:

"Although it's annoying, I can't be trapped in this ghost place!!!"

"—How? You have been wandering for a long time, right?"

"Do you want me to be your judge?"

The smile on the man's face, proud and confident, is dazzling.

A few short knives discussed in a low voice, and finally brought Nakahara Chuya back to Honmaru.

Then, Zhong also fell silent.

(...)

(Ah this.)

(I never thought about that.)

After ringing the bell, summoning the sword of Zenhonmaru.

In front of Zhongya Zhongyuan, there stood a lot of kid heads.

(Could it be that these teenagers also gathered together to keep each other warm?)

It is also hard for Zhongyuan Zhong not to think about his life in Yang when he was young.

They introduced themselves.

Most of them are short knives from Toshiro's family, and some of them are not from Toshiro's sword school, but are still short knives.

There are also a few wakizashis, and a hotaru daidachi mixed in.

In addition, there is actually one (height 155cm, face with small teeth, but) Taidao Kokarasuma, which is said to be the ancestor of Japanese swords.

It is said that they were originally in the same Honmaru, but due to a sudden accident, they had to separate from each other.

Since wandering into this gap in time and space, because she couldn't wait for the judge, couldn't manipulate the compass, and couldn't get in touch with the government of time through the communicator.

They can only rely on the living supplies automatically distributed by the government of time, under the care of the self-proclaimed "father", Karasuma.

While slashing and killing the space-time retrograde army that randomly appeared on the wasteland, he tried his best to survive.

——I look forward to meeting my brothers one day.

After listening to this, what else can Zhongyuan Zhongye say?

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

With his eyes closed, he pressed his forehead hard with the heel of his palm.

Then make up your mind and generally say:

"I'm here to be your judge."

Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth.

"Soon - clear this bad game!"

The rest of life will soon be on the right track.

For such a long time, this Honmaru has struggled to build a living system in the desert, but there are some things that are difficult to achieve with the height of the short knives.

Chuya took it without saying a word, and as soon as the gravity came out, he could easily handle things like building waterwheels, opening canals, and making furniture by himself.

Anyway, he was born on Saibo Street.

The children who live there know almost everything in order to survive.

And after a short running-in time passed, the swords also quickly became familiar with and fell in love with this new examiner.

After all, Zhong Ye is reliable and protects his weaknesses. As a companion, he is lenient. He won't get angry when he jokes.

The short knives almost feel that they have another calm brother.

As a feedback, the Swordsmen had a few private discussions and asked Chuya again, confirming the fact that he was the container of "Huang Ba Tu".

So—although as the last of the 800 million gods, there is always some information belonging to Shinto that can be communicated with each other.

And once he was free, Zhong would take the communicator activated by his special ability and rummaged through the forum.

(Ahhh, garbage current affairs.)

He complained frantically in his heart.

(A letter of complaint is sent almost every day, why can’t I contact you?!)

(Damn it. If only I knew the coordinates of the Government of Time! I have to kick the faces of those dawdling officials!!!)

He thought of Osamu Dazai again.

(Although it is very uncomfortable, but at a time like this, I still have to rely on that bastard devil's brain.)

(But I haven't been in touch for so long...)

(No, no, no. Just relying on that guy's abominable vitality, he never died by hanging himself into the water every day. How could he die in such a place?!)

(Ah. But if it's the dead guy.)

(Looks like a dead face, there is no vitality left in the mouth.)

(Hey, I in another world, what the hell are I doing...)

Zhong Yuanzhong also fiddled with the connector upside down, and even the light screen flickered.

It just so happened that the lively little dagger came over to deliver refreshments, so he also came over.

"Are you looking for a companion today, Brother Chuya?"

Ranto Shiro said with a smile, with his hands behind his back and his head tilted, it was full of cuteness.

Nakahara Chuya was already familiar with the daggers, and he doted on Ranto Shiro, a dagger who was coquettish and had hair and eyes that looked a bit like him.

At this moment, I am not angry when I hear him addressing him indifferently, but there is no angry retort:

"It's not a simple relationship like 'companion'. That bastard."

He asked with a grin, "If you are so smart according to Brother Zhongye, you will definitely leave some clues, right?"

He leaned over playfully to have a look:

"Ah, are you reading this novel? The hit rate is super high, what's it called——"A Night of Passion! The 1.6-meter Dark Dwarf Falls into Honmaru"?"

"..."

"........."

With a "click", a crack appeared in the connector! !

【Barrage:

"Hahahahahaha finally waited!!!"

"Finally!! Chuuya!! You finally saw it!!"

"If you don't find out again, the leader Zai is about to drive!!"

"Madam! I'm calling you Madam! You're driving a car! It's so fast that the wheels of the car have run over my face!"

"Okay, okay, take a look and guess what."

"I'll do it! Let me guess! Is it the names of several heroines added together?"

"Is it that simple? 01-34-62?"

"Ah, no, Zhong also started to enter the communication number, isn't it this string of numbers?"

"?? I don't understand, it's the secret of Shuanghei anyway, isn't it? There's a telepathic connection across time and space! Huge and incomparably official candy!!!"

"Let me blindly guess again, this is the number plus letter code to be unlocked! The key is the Roman sound of the word 'double black'!!!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"Wait! Zhong also got in touch—!"]

"Ala."

On the other side of the unfolded light screen, sitting upright is the culprit who called Zhong Ye and clenched his teeth.

It was still that pale look that people couldn't get used to, and he rarely even had the malicious smile.

A bandage was wrapped around the left eye, as were the neck and wrists.

There is only a red scarf, which isolates the past and past of "Double Black".

(Like a sling, lingering on that guy's neck...)

Unconscious emotions blow away like the wind.

Under Chuya's angrily watching, the man who wrote obscene words brazenly, put on a show and sighed.

(This appearance is a bit like the kid from before.)

"Zhongye."

The leader, Dazai, does not have the habit of drawing out his voice, intentionally making people angry, and shouting chuuya.

He just let out a long sigh as if he was exhausted.

"Really, tell me to wait."