Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

He tightened his fingers slightly, feeling the cold metal of the gun handle.

Obviously it was the favorite gun that he was already familiar with as a part of his body, but this moment made him feel strange for some reason.

He followed the last order he received and walked along the corridor to the study.

Unusually heavy footsteps, stepping on the ground that has not been touched by anyone for a long time and has a thin layer of dust floating on it.

This is the Twilight Pavilion that has been reduced to ruins.

The outer wall peeled off, revealing the shell made of gold underneath, but it was also badly damaged.

Classic European-style velvet curtains had come off and piled at the bottom of the gaping bay window.

The vase that once contained fresh roses, especially with dewdrops, fell to the corner and shattered at some point.

The Twilight Pavilion, where people come and go and servants are like clouds, has decayed and decayed with the passage of time.

Abandoned by time, this is the only ending that old things can obtain.

All delusions of "immortality" and "rebirth",

It's all just a delusion.

(But……)

He finally went into the study.

The luxuriously carved door was broken, with a corner hanging crookedly, which he avoided deftly and cautiously.

And in that door, sits—

A young man in a pitch-black coat, a bright red scarf over his shoulders, and a pale bandage.

The same three colors of black, red and white.

But in a trance, he understood:

The childish child who once got angry with him, ordered him to peel crabs, pulled his hair and drew a dog's head on his face, that pure white and innocent child.

A dream that has passed away like the foam on the sea surface without looking back.

Can't come back.

"..."

It was rare for him to feel that his tongue was sticky, and his words turned into sharp thorns in his throat.

Don't ask any more.

——The reason why this person is finally willing to change into a black suit.

Don't ask any more.

—the reason for getting the final order from "that gentleman".

Don't ask any more.

——The reason why the two of them "coincidentally" appeared here at the same time.

The gun in his hand made him feel extremely heavy for some reason.

Even pulling the trigger with his fingers consumed far more energy than he had imagined.

At this time, the young, strange and familiar man raised his eyes and looked over.

He seemed to be still smiling, but it only made people want to beg him: don't laugh...,...don't laugh...

"—gin. Here you come."

Osamu Dazai said.

As if being stabbed by Dazai's slightly hoarse voice, Gin couldn't help but slightly dodge his eyes for a moment, even lacking the strength to hum from his nasal voice.

But Gin couldn't answer, but Dazai continued without a pause.

He is still cursed with demonic intelligence, and no secrets can be hidden from him.

"Do you want to kill me with all your strength before you die... It's kind of funny to be too pitiful, Renya Karasuma."

The man said this softly, and then pointed to the space between his brows, as happy as any time he actively embraced death:

"It's better to aim here. Come on."

Gin raised his gun as he said.

"..."

"..."

Dazai slightly closed his pupils and waited for a while, but nothing came.

"…………Pity."

For some reason, such words escaped from his mouth.

but,

(no need to wait too long)

Not even the slightest hint of such a vague thought was expressed on that pale and bloodless face.

Dazai opened his eyes and looked at Gin wearily.

The smile that had been stinging in the heart a moment ago has finally dissipated all traces.

"Since you have made up your mind to be my dog, what are you doing now?"

Dazai said in a cold voice.

"Is it something you should do to point the gun at the master?"

That is, a merciless voice.

Similarly, the personality of the other party is also trampled underfoot without any kindness.

From those words, there emerges the cold oppressive feeling that only those in power who have been sitting on the throne of darkness for many years and who single-handedly control the entire underground world have.

"..."

Gin's fingers trembled, and he finally put the gun down.

At the same time, he also knelt down on one knee.

Kneel in a cloud of dust.Kneel in the twilight pavilion that has been reduced to ruins, where yesterday is no more.

Kneel before the new leader of the organization.

"--'gentlemen'."

Gin whispered.He lowered his head deeply, letting his long silver-white hair fall to the ground.

This title is the supreme glory, symbolizing the entrenched in Japan, crossing the shadows of the world, and also symbolizing the supreme authority in the entire dark world.

But Dazai dismissed it.

"I'm the head of the Port Mafia," he said dryly, "and have nothing to do with this organization."

Gin is not qualified to refute this sentence.He just lowered his head even deeper, almost into the dust.

"...'Dazai, sir'."

This is an almost humble temptation.

But this time, Dazai did not refuse.

Even if he is so hopeless, there are still people who are willing to reach out to him.

He is not ungrateful.

So,

Before arriving at the terminal, pay back the favors owed.

He didn't expect his death to be as gorgeous as fireworks. *

only hope……

Come and go silently.

Don't be missed.

So - let's do it.

At this moment Dazai decided his future itinerary.

He can clear this "world of despair" later, and until then, it's not a big deal to do his own business.

"stand up."

Dazai ordered.

His voice was still cold, but Qin Jiu relaxed his mind, and besides the seriousness and prudence on his face, some usual coldness and pride finally appeared on his face.

However, in front of "Mr. Dazai", Gin did not show the slightest overstep.

He can no longer—hold the young master with one arm in his arms.

Qin Jiu stood up solemnly, with his hands behind his back, respectfully waiting for orders.

"Issuing an emergency summoning order, all staff must gather."

Dazai said so.

The man in black and red scarf sat on the only high-backed chair that was still intact, with his legs crossed without changing his expression.

He clasped his ten fingers together and naturally hung them on his knees.

"as well as--"

"Is there any painkiller?"

The man, who has always had no flaws in his complexion or demeanor, asked this abruptly.

Qin Jiu froze for a moment, and almost had to reflexively ask, "What's wrong, young master? Where does it hurt?"... He couldn't.He can't ignore dignity like this.He had to bite his tongue in his mouth to make a sound:

"……There is."

Dazai stretched out his palm to him, and Gin hesitated obviously, wanting to say "That's a special painkiller for gunshot wounds, it's better not to eat it indiscriminately", and at least find a glass of water, right?But here is the Twilight Pavilion that has been abandoned.

In the end, Gin could only watch helplessly, watching Dazai take the sealed tablet, unpack the outer packaging in twos and twos, and swallow it without changing his expression.

(Obviously,)

(Before, being so picky about food)

Well aware of the taste of this special painkiller that replaces the sense of taste with medicinal effects, Gin lowered his eyes and almost tasted the same extreme bitterness between his mouth and tongue at the same time.

(you all)

(What have you been through...)

Maybe no matter how patient I am, I don't want to let that bitter taste stay in my mouth anymore.Dazai gave a slight "tsk" to express his dissatisfaction, rubbed his lips with his fingers, and asked Gin in a low voice: "...Do you have any cigarettes?"

"?!" Qin Jiu's eyelids twitched!

It's too difficult... How could he be so unbearable as an adult when he was a white, soft, mournful and wild young master before! !

... Let's not complain about Gin's wonderful filter for Dazai, you have so many mental activities, don't you just smoke obediently in action?

What a good one for the boss to light a cigarette.jpg? !

but.Thanks to such a delicate interlude, the atmosphere is finally no longer stagnant like lead.

……

……

The high-level members with the organization'code name' have just woken up from the virtual reality world, and they haven't had time to sort out their messy memories. Received a "compulsory summoning order" like a death call.

Some people may feel uneasy in their hearts: "That gentleman" has long since died, so who is sitting in that seat?Could it be that……

Some people may still be confused: what happened?Are these nearly chaotic memories true or false? !

Maybe someone has guessed something keenly, maybe someone has silently spelled out a name indistinguishable from the national literary hero...

And these doubts were all explained during the interview.

Consistent with memory, it was Osamu Dazai who was sitting in the study waiting for them.

It's just that the child broke away from the artificially altered body and returned to an adult appearance.

It's just the return of memory, but the sense of oppression on his body is even stronger.

As heavy as a mountain, quieter than death, people dare not disturb without making a sound.

You don't even need to take a sneak peek, just from the aura around this man, you can feel——

It must be that he has personally manipulated the deaths of tens of thousands of human beings, played tricks and massacres at his fingertips, and sat at the apex of power for a long time.

——The dark blood that belongs to the Mafia flows even in the veins of his body, such a terrifying man.

(This is)

(The real 'Osamu Dazai', right?)

More than one person couldn't help recalling the snow-white child, but no one could know:

What exactly has he experienced, that child who is transparent and pure and gentle in nature will gladly plunge into the endless abyss, laughing and letting the mud swallow his mouth and nose?

Nobody knows.

They just understood when they saw Gin standing beside Dazai, like a knight, like a guard, like a loyal dog——

Osamu Dazai is the new leader of the organization.

One by one, everyone knelt down on one knee in front of Dazai.

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes to show his loyalty.

Dazai has long been accustomed to the submission of others, so he just glanced at everyone one by one with a cold gaze:

"Bermod, Kiel, Chianti, Cohen, vodka..." Dazai paused, and slowly spoke out a name in a soft tone: "...Bourbon."

The man in a white shirt, black vest, and bolo tie still bowed his head, as if he couldn't hear the meaning and meaning behind this sentence.

Sure enough, Dazai didn't comment on Bourbon's appearance, he just said, "Where's Ley?"

Gin Jiu, who was the guard by his side, answered the conversation naturally, and reported in a cold voice: "...that man, Akai Shuichi, is a little mouse sent by the FBI into the organization." He then added with a murderous intent, "However, it has been killed by the organization. Kiel did it."

Dazai let out a "hmm", and from the perfunctory nasal voice, it was impossible to tell whether he believed it or not.

He asked directly and simply:

"—Then, who is this?"

The one that Dazai pointed out contemptuously was the only high-ranking member of the organization with an unruly attitude.

Even Chianti, who had dared to challenge his authority face to face, had tasted the pain and expressed his submission, and that strange face——

An older man with a bald head and an aging appearance, his left eye is slightly lighter in color, as if it were a fake eye.

Also dressed in black but unscrupulously under Gin's gaze, he kept looking at Dazai.

"I'm Rum." The strange member said, "and who are you? Why do you dare to sit there——gin!" That gentleman' explain?!"

Rum, who had never been in contact with Osamu Dazai, didn't know what kind of fatal news he had leaked out of his impetuous cursing.

Everyone was shocked, but Dazai really smiled slightly.

"——So, you are Karasuma Renya's 'backhand' left outside, right? No wonder I missed you when I counted the names of the wines in the tavern base." Dazai whispered, "And so it seems , Only people who have been with me can retain the memory in the virtual world, right?"

This kind of intelligence that almost controls the overall situation even if he has lost his memory is almost chilling.

Not waiting for Rum to rush to refute after being speechless, Dazai just raised his right hand lightly:

"I don't need a dog that gradually grows ambition."

Dazai said coldly.

Following his movements, someone subconsciously restrained Rum from left to right, and pressed him to the ground regardless of his struggle!

"Take it to the torture room," Dazai ordered, "don't worry. Someone who can grit his teeth and not reveal information after passing my hand has not yet been born in this world."

The man in black and red scarf said this in a soft voice, but it made people drenched their back in cold sweat instantly.

--This is.

——As the leader of the mafia, "Osamu Dazai"?