Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Xia Youjie lowered his head and looked at his still young hands.

——He finally recovered all his memories.

Let's start from the beginning.

The start of the three is the same.

The same Twilight Pavilion.

Same whiskey trio.

Same torture chamber.

An eight-year-old boy in a kimono stands in a basement before the dying organization "waste".

"Trash" lowered his head, and from under his slightly opened eyelids, there was a still look in his eyes that only had the will to die.

The boy's feet were covered with someone's blood.

Hear dying gasps.

In his hand, he held the silver pistol that Gin handed him.

Members of the organization stood in twos and threes in the torture room, casting deliberative glances overtly and secretly.

What was Xia Youjie thinking at that time?

He doesn't look like he's thinking about anything.

He only raised his gun flatly——

"boom"!

Blood stains mixed with dirt splashed, and a few drops stained his cheeks.

Xia Youjie calmly wiped it off with his thumb.

When he raised his eyes again, there was still no wave in those dark eyes.

indifferent.silence.don't care.don't care.

It was as if what he killed was not a living human being, but a frog, an ant, something quite different from himself.

Facing such eyes, Gin showed a bloodthirsty cruel smile.

Others also showed expressions as if they belonged to the same kind in the dark, and some people smiled slightly, but their hearts sank.

Maybe Xia Youjie noticed it, maybe he didn't.

But he didn't care.

He just...

Go on, go on, go on, use your natural talents and instincts.

Take control of this organization step by step.

"Should we kill officials who secretly betrayed the organization and accepted bribes in this country?"

Xia Youjie asked: "Is this person blocking the way of the organization?"

Members of the organization answered "yes".

Xia Youjie said, "Then kill him."

"Do you want to kill the undercover agent from the Japanese public security found in the organization?"

Xia Youjie asked: "Is this person blocking the way of the organization?"

Members of the organization answered "yes".

Xia Youjie said, "Then kill him."

"Shall we kill Thomas Schindler and take from him the source code that 'the gentleman' ordered?"

Xia Youjie asked: "Is this person blocking the way of the organization?"

Members of the organization answered "yes".

Xia Youjie said, "Then kill him."

(kill)

For power.

(kill)

For profit.

(kill)

for……

for--

for what?

Xia Youjie has secured his position as the "heir to the organization", and he has more and more rights and money under his hands.

He is very good at using fear to intimidate people, coupled with his status advantage, he finally won the surrender of the top members of the organization.

Even if the "surrender" is full of alienation and guard, Xia Youjie doesn't care.

He doesn't even care about the world.

Xia Youjie tried his best to control this organization, just for...,...

for what?

Xia Youjie couldn't remember.

He just subconsciously believes that:

To protect something, he must be the "strongest".

If it is not "the strongest", the family members around may be killed.

If you are not "the strongest", you will not be able to create a new world that protects your family.

but……

"Family", ... who is it?

Xia Youjie didn't know.

It was only under such subconsciousness that he desperately and unscrupulously finally took control of the organization.

Even stepping on the blood of members of the organization.

Even if he dirty himself.

Even if the order of the entire world is disturbed and there is no peace——

Xia Youjie finally walked in front of 'that gentleman'.

Learn the deepest and most terrifying secrets of the Dark Order.

"..."

At the same time Xia Youjie understood everything, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

The half-body blood-stained boy stood among the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, laughing wildly.

"What is this?! A joke from the new world—?"

Xia Youjie wiped away the tears from laughing, his eyes filled with sarcasm.

"It really entertained me."

The boy said coldly:

"--monkey."

Immediately, he felt a sharp pain penetrate his abdomen.

Xia Youjie coughed, clutching his abdomen that was pierced by the bullet, staggered, and turned around.

——Bourbon, who has always been loyal, is pointing his gun at him.

"..."

"..."

"Is there anything you want to say to me, young master?" Bourbon asked coldly.

Xia Youjie smiled instead.

"You hid deep enough." He said, "FBI? MI6? CIA? Public Security? The organization caught so many little mice, thanks to you being able to bear it till now."

As if being stung, Bourbon's face darkened completely for a moment, and his finger moved on the trigger, making a light click.

But this man was cautious enough, even at the last moment, he didn't reveal the slightest hint.

--No.Rather, it was precisely because he had stepped over the corpses of so many companions that he could not fall short at the last moment.

Bourbon did not answer Xia Youjie's provocation.He just held the gun steadily, moved it up, and aimed at the boy's eyebrows:

"I just want to ask you one last question."

Bourbon said coldly.

"Some tasks don't need to be done at all, and some people don't need to be killed at all. But you have to do and kill. Although you are young, you don't seem to treat people as people at all... What do you think of other people's lives?! answer me!!!"

He almost yelled out the last sentence, the pain was so extreme that he almost vomited blood.

Xia Youjie looked up at him.

After learning the truth about the Men in Black organization, his last hope of trying to "protect his family" is also cut off.

After all, who is his "family"...

Xia Youjie gave up.

He let go of his hands covering his stomach, letting the blood flow.

Opening his arms, Xia Youjie, in a posture of voluntary slaughter, once again showed the cold eyes that were out of place in staring at a frog, an ant, or something completely different from him.

"'Monkey',...well."

Xia Youjie said.

In the next second, the bullet penetrated between his eyebrows without a pause.

Before falling into eternal darkness, Xia Youjie thought sarcastically: I am a person who will definitely be cursed by thousands of people...

No matter what, he never thought that he would have another chance to open his eyes.

Still the Pavilion of Twilight.

Still a dark organization.

Only, memories belonging to "Xia Youjie" swept over.

He finally remembered.

Thinking of my past as a "Super Curse Sorcerer" and my present as a "Super Curse Sorcerer".

I remembered that I was lucky enough to witness a "new world" on the screen, which was manipulated by a person without magic power, and which he wanted to realize in his dreams.

Remember--

Pure white space.

Desperate world.

And, here...

Xia Youjie blinked and suddenly smiled.

He suddenly didn't care that he was still in the body of an eight-year-old boy, or that he was still restricted, unable to use spell power at all, and could not manipulate spell spirits.

Xia Youjie knew that there must be a reason for him to appear here again.

It's like a second save file for the game.

It's like a backup after a customs clearance failure.

And victory—

Must belong to "Dazai-sensei".

Having witnessed with his own eyes how that person subverted the entire world as a person without spell power, Xia Youjie gave up his initiative.

He is willing to regard himself as an NPC who actively sends experience and information in this game, waiting for a final victory.

Because of this, Xia Youjie obediently waited in the Twilight Pavilion.

He didn't do anything, even those familiar people took the initiative to come over to test, Xia Youjie just let the monkeys go indifferently.

He just waits...

Waiting, waiting—

In this world, his only "family".

Xia Youjie didn't wait too long.

Within a few days, Osamu Dazai, who is also an "heir" and should now be a "competitor" theoretically, arrived at the Twilight Pavilion.

Dazai did not come alone.The whiskey team found a reason and sent the young master here together.

Adults with different appearances and the same degree of danger stood behind Dazai, looking at Xia Youjie calmly, vigilance and vigilance emerged in their eyes.

It looks like a knight, like a guard, like a loyal dog.

Xia Youjie didn't care.With only novelty and joy in his eyes, he looked at "Mr. Dazai" who should still be in a state of amnesia with a smile.

Fluffy black hair, a snow-white bandage tightly wrapped around the left eye.

Unlike in the pure white room, he changed into a white suit.

Time goes back to childhood, making the boy's face look handsome and cute.It seemed that he had been well-fed by his subordinates during this time, and he finally had some healthy blood.

only—

In the kite pupils that were never covered by the bandages, a cold and sharp gaze emerged.

Under that line of sight, one can see through even the internal organs of a person. If anyone were bathed in such a gaze, they would probably either retreat tremblingly or feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

But Xia Youjie laughed instead.

He felt that he saw a little child being pushed to the altar.

——It is no different from the "six eyes" in childhood.

Xia Youjie walked down the stairs in two or three steps, willing to fall to the same height as Dazai.

"I'm Xia Youjie," the boy in kimono said gently, using his softest tone: "Can I...call you 'Teacher Dazai'?"

Apart from Dazai himself, he doesn't care what other people think.

However, Dazai refused to accept Xia Youjie's extended hand, and took a step back.

With such a clear repelling action, Bourbon turned sideways almost instinctively, blocking Dazai's face.

"What's wrong?" Scotland immediately asked softly, in front of Xia Youjie: "Is there anything wrong with 'new heir'?"

Ley reached into his arms at the same time and took hold of the gun.

"..."

Dazai was silent for a moment:

"He laughs so hard. I don't like it."

Dazai said.

【Barrage:

Gojo Satoru has been silent for a long time.

In the barrage on Dazai's side, he rolled around coquettishly, moaned and complained, and gulped jealously.

But in Xia Youjie's barrage, he never spoke.

Gojo Satoru watched everything with his "six eyes", but he couldn't share the pain-and sin of his best friend.

why so

How did it become like this?

That proud, confident, gentle classmate back then, his only good friend.

Why did he slam his head into the south wall, so he had to be smashed to pieces?

In the space of consciousness alone, Gojo Satoru put the back of his hand on the glass-blue "six eyes", leaned back, and sighed silently.

(I want to save you)

but.

what man can save...

Only, those who are ready to be rescued by others.

(I want to save you)

(I want to save you guys)

why,

Why don't you come to me for help......】