Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Before anyone had a chance to speak, Osamu Dazai showed a bored expression, still raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.

The snapping of fingers, buried in the singing of the bar, is like a signal, like a starting gun, like a bell signaling the end.

Along with it, there is a display screen that lights up in the whole bar at the same time like magic.

Whether it's a TV on the wall or a mobile phone in everyone's hand.

Whoever puts the computer on the bar is fine too.

No no no.If someone can look at it from a condescending perspective, they will find——

At this second, it was like a spider web radiating away, starting from this bar.

from Tokyo.From Kanto.from Japan.from,--

Manipulated by technology beyond this age, broadcasting something to the whole world.

When countless people looked down in amazement, images and sounds began to emerge on that screen.

That is, the turbulent scene, someone is running.

Holding a mobile phone and shouting for help while running, it is undoubtedly an ordinary office worker woman.

Her hair was disheveled, her complexion was pale, and she was covered in cold sweat.

Tears filled her eyes instinctively, and flowed down her cheeks in embarrassment, staining her makeup.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground indiscriminately, the urgent cry for help, the sound of emergency braking of the car behind, and———

What followed was the broken shriek of inhuman laughter.

At the juncture of life and death, the woman who was still clutching her mobile phone with her last strength, from that screen, clearly portrayed the appearance of the curse spirit that would never be recorded and broadcast by electronic equipment.

I don't know how many people watching the video screamed at the same time.

"...Help, help! Woohoo, is there anyone, help me ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The young woman cried.

The monster lingering behind it stretched its ooze-like neck.

That one bleeding eye was staring straight at the phone screen!

"what is this?!"

"Monster???? No way!!! My God!!!"

"Is it a spoof show?!!! Damn it, don't scare me!!!"

"Where did the phone virus come from?! Damn it!! I'm going to smash my phone!!!!"

People watching the video all over Japan erupted into a huge commotion!

"Save— eh?!!"

In the screen, the phone fell to the ground and shattered.

"...,————————————!"

For five seconds, only the gurgling sound of the mantra chewing and swallowing could be heard.

Only the broken camera lens was left, aiming at the sky.

In the sky, what almost replaced the sun and devoured it was the dark curse embryo that was pregnant with ominousness.

At this time, someone has already identified where this is.

"It's Yokohama!!! I know it! It's Yokohama!!!"

"Didn't something weird happen in Yokohama a few months ago?!?!"

"My God!! How could this monster be a solar eclipse???? Sure enough, the government is lying to us???!!!"

"No! No! No!! I don't believe it!! This must be a prank video!!!"

However, the video is not over yet.

After a simple flicker, it is an old and traditional conference hall.

Screens were erected in all directions to cover people's faces, flickering candles were placed in the four corners of the hall, only the eerie and hollow echoes of different people's voices were heard.

On the other side, after receiving the emergency report from "window", the high-level executives in the magic world who immediately tried to cut off the video recognized it at a glance!

——This place is the conference hall with the highest level of secrecy in the magic world!

In an instant, the senior management felt the fear that the ice pierced through their internal organs.

(How can it be?!!)

(Not allowed!!)

(Stop!!!)

(The video cannot find the source of the signal—?!)

(Could it be,——??)

No matter how mournful, roaring, roaring, panicking, and shattering everything by these high-level executives who have held power for a long time, it is still being broadcast continuously to the entire country.

"Master Tian Yuan's body information needs to be updated again."

False voice.

"Need a suitable human body 'star plasma', are you ready?"

Greedy voice.

"We've been preparing for it since more than [-] years ago. There are currently several backup candidates."

grim voice.

"Well. It has also been ensured that their parents are dead, and there are only people sent by the magic world to take care of them. When they become one with Lord Tianyuan, the 'astral plasma bodies' will not have resistance."

Disgusting sound.

"In this way, the barrier at the bottom of the high school will be stable for a long time."

Satisfied voice.

(stop!!!)

(Stop!!!!!)

The senior executives in the magic world who were forced to watch this video screamed in despair from the bottom of their hearts.

(Don't take the secrets of the magic world———)

(Expose to ordinary society ahhhhhhh!!!)

However, no matter how desperate you are, the videos that have already been broadcast are absolutely impossible to stagnate.

Someone has already keenly guessed from the utter lack of concealment of these old voices.

"What's going on?! What kind of conspiracy is this?!?!"

“What is the government doing behind our backs again???”

"Violation of human rights!!! What kind of violation of human rights is this????"

"Are they going to feed innocent citizens to those monsters?!!!!"

The screen flickered again.

The characters who appeared this time have already made the senior executives in the magic world want to eat their flesh and blood.

No, die, no, rest.

——That is, Osamu Dazai.

In the background is a bar before dark.

The dim sunlight mixed with the light, illuminating half of the man's face.

The kite pupils with the deep abyss were hidden in the shadows, and under the bright light, those two pink lips curled into a trembling smile.

It is the time of the devil.

The man in black and red scarf didn't say much.

His voice is calm and steady, but it has the power of bewitching magic.

"it is true."

Dazai said in a low voice.

"Spell spirits, spells, and magicians are all real."

The man said briefly.

"The government knows about the magic world, it's true."

"The government has a long history of co-operation with the conjuration community, it's true."

"It is true that the government, like the magic world, wants to maintain the stability of ordinary society."

"--only."

Dazai leaned forward slightly.The last light of the day gently kissed his iris, allowing people to clearly see the unfathomable smile in his eyes:

"You don't want to have,"

"Protect your own strength?"

Dazai chuckled with delight.

"The technology that can capture the magic spirit through electronic equipment will be randomly distributed to your mobile phones today."

"In this way, you will know which people's hearts around you will give birth to curses, right?"

That, is the breath of a devil.

Osamu Dazai lightly raised his hand and drew a "hush" sound on his lips.

"Today, the number of people who can have this luck."

"Yes--"

"1000."

The screen went dark.

However, the mysterious smile that appeared on the man's face, together with the devil's whisper, made everyone who was forced to watch the video realize this:

There is ample time.

This is just the beginning.

Whether it's a student standing hurriedly by the side of the road, an old man in a park bent over a dog leash, an office worker who just stood up from his desk, or the magic world who overturned the screen in rage High-level people have realized that:

this country.

About to fall into a subversive turmoil.

However, no one knows.

What kind of future will this turmoil eventually lead everyone to?

"..."

"..."

"........."

The 27-year-old Gojo Satoru let go.

In his rage, his mobile phone was crushed by his out-of-control magic power, and it was scrapped into a ball of scrap metal.

Those dark six eyes widened with a completely different emotion than a moment ago.

"Tai, Zai, Zhi."

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth and almost tasted his own blood in his mouth.

"You bastard."

He grabbed Dazai by the neckline and forced the man to look at him, letting him see the fury in his eyes!

"What have you--did to this world--!!!!!!"

Wujo Gojo's chest heaved rapidly with anger.

"When did you start planning this situation?!?!!!"

Being almost choked by the strongest magician of mankind, Dazai curled his lips and smiled lightly.

"What innocent question are you asking, Gojo-kun?"

Dazai replied softly:

"Of course it's—"

"—from the beginning."

"?!"

Gojo Satoru was almost suffocated, his tone was extremely harsh, and there was a vicious smile on his face:

"In other words, you sure enough,"

Before finishing this sentence, Dazai interrupted the words of the teacher Gojo Satoru from another world.

"Mr. Wutiao, you are already too late. You are only one step away."

Dazai said in a voice without warmth.

"If you didn't kill me just now, you can't be cruel."

"Now, it's all over."

In that voice, a cold determination emerged.

Like the gods and demons in the sky, it seems that they have seen through everything in front of them, ten years or twenty years later, and the future of this world.

"So----"

Osamu Dazai paused his voice for a while, watching his student make a sudden move, grabbing the elder Gojo Satoru's arm, and throwing him away forcefully.

Immediately after kicking, the two mutually repelling unlimited forces forced each other to smash the wall of the bar before stopping.

I also watched the entire three videos. The young Patriarch of the Gotiao family, as one of the famous "Three Royal Family" in the magic world, even his own standing was mercilessly smashed, but his face was full of shock and anger. There is no look.

Wei Wei showed a maniacal smile, lowered his head again, and passionately rubbed the teacher's blood-stained shoulder with the red and swollen side of his face.

He rubbed the bloodstains on half of his face, looking crazy.

Dazai looked at his students coldly.

"Stop being coquettish, Wu-jun."

the man ordered.

"You have something to do, too."

"The pawns buried all these years are finally ready to be used."

"If you don't want Mr. Xia You to die in the 'Astral Body' incident like this."

Seventeen-year-old Gojo Satoru closed his eyes.

"Teacher—" This word is like a call from hell.

Osamu Dazai ignored the frantic and weak pleas of the students.

He just ruthlessly pushed the young man away.

Leave this battlefield that is about to ignite.

"Go away."

Dazai said coldly.

And next...

Slightly looking up at the teacher Wujo Satoru who was slowly walking back from the broken wall, he stared straight at the six eyes full of anger and gradually understanding something.

"Next, it will be a big scene of the whole world chasing and killing."

Dazai had a dangerous smile on his face.

That smile indicates that the bloody storm is coming.

He invited:

"Would you like to come with me?"

"An enemy of the whole world?"

"——Gojo-kun."