Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

That.Are you still talking about business?

——After Gojo Satoru pressed everyone's heads and made intimate contact with the mantra's face (if that can be described as "face") through the phone screen, everyone succumbed.

Most of them are in a trance where the worldview collapsed. After being disarmed, some of them still chanted the names of a few gods with a broken face. I can remember my religious beliefs.

In addition, there are those who yell and yell in disbelief.Gojo Satoru was irritated by the scream of the strong man in black, and after holding back for a few seconds, he punched him unconscious.

This conjurer who has adapted to his new identity and used the magic spirit to engage in a case of threats and intimidation—black eating black—is the strongest magician. It seems that he has no psychological barriers at all, and he still has a brisk smile on his face. .

He wandered around the room for half a circle, and drove the young people who couldn't recover to one place. He pulled a brownish thick hemp rope that had been tied to something in the corner, and quickly pulled them away. a bundle.

Like holding a little chicken, he grabbed the back of the neck of the manager of the stronghold here with one hand, and threw him on the seat in the center of the room.

Gojo Satoru just waved his hand and got rid of the low-level curse spirit.

And Dazai stood beside him, watching Gojo Satoru with a smile as he finished all the work that the villain was supposed to do.

He stood for a few minutes, then leaned back on the desk as if he was tired.

Support the edge of the table with your right hand and sit on the table easily.

He also shook his legs leisurely.

This relaxed look made Gojo Satoru, who had dealt with the black market thugs in this room, deliberately puff up his cheeks as soon as he looked up:

"You really don't care about me at all, Dazai-sensei."

After the adult man finished speaking in a sticky manner, he walked over, stood beside Dazai, and opened his arms.

Smiling: "Teacher, come quickly~!"

Leader Dazai: "."

Leader Dazai: "Although I know it, let's just ask: Are you serious? Gojo-kun?"

"Hey, of course."

Gojo Satoru replied slyly.

He bent down on purpose, his eyes were on Dazai Osamu's face with his glass blue eyes.

In the cage that the pupils turned into, there is a small shadow of the man imprisoned.

A cunning mature man who knows how to turn disadvantages into advantages and seek benefits for himself.

"Isn't it necessary to eliminate the filth of the spell? Wouldn't it be bad if you found it along the trace? 'Window' and those old oranges are not so useless."

Gojo Satoru was willing to say good things to those bastards, with a bright and proud smile on his face, "So come on, Dazai-sensei! Touch me, hug me, you can do it anywhere? The huge difference between me and that brat, You just have to use your body to experience it well————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————.

The leader, Dazai, with a warm smile on his face, slapped the begging forehead and slapped him away.

【Barrage:

"………… This guy who is handsome and then cute is really a 5t5."

"Two white-haired cats, where did you learn these obscenities from childhood???? I laughed my head off!"

"Thinking about it carefully, it still makes me feel a little bit... I was stunned by 275's deliberately lowered voice!! Come to understand it! Understand it well! How huge is the difference between the two Wujou?! From the inside to the outside, it is deeply experience!!"

"If you think about it carefully, the disqualification in the human world that can eliminate the no-lower-limit spell is not so cruel, and it can even become a sweet dog! And so astringent! Teacher Wutiao, you really know how to play, I love it!!!"

"Hahahaha, the disgusting expression of Chief Zai makes me die of laughter! Dazai's famous quote: I don't hug men! I hope to wait for a Yokohama famous double standard in my lifetime!"

"Hahahahaha I also fainted from laughing at the desperate expressions of the little guys - isn't it written all over the face 'tonight I will climb the Kongtong Mountain with the train'!!!"】

The leader of the little gang opened his mouth tremblingly.

He no longer dared to underestimate these two men of unknown origin, so he had to use the most humble tone:

"My . . . honorable .

The one with black hair and kite eyes quietly cast his gaze over upon hearing this.

There was clearly no violent murderous intent in that look, but it made him sit stiffly on the chair like a frog being stared at by a snake, feeling like his heart stopped beating.

(horrible?!?!)

The little boss shouted in his heart.

(I'd rather sit face to face with that monster)

(I don't even want to be looked at by this man with this kind of gaze)

(Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, save me--)

(You can say anything, don't kill me)

(I would do anything!!!)

And Dazai seemed bored, and said calmly as if he was staring at a speck of dust:

"A clean life record. There's something like that, right?"

The little boss nodded desperately, as if he was afraid of some terrible treatment if he uttered the word "no".

"Yes. Yes, everything...as long as you open your mouth," beads of sweat appeared on his forehead again, this time purely out of fear.

He smiled dryly and obsequiously:

"We specialize in this. False identities starting from birth certificates, what occupation do you want, how many sets do you want, together with school transcripts of different ages, home addresses, and parents' information, all, all, all..."

Even if the white hair who was so strong that he was not afraid of bullets was standing aside just now, the attention of the little boss in charge of the black market was all on Osamu Dazai.

He was afraid of which sentence or word would dissatisfy the man, and he was so afraid that he couldn't even move his tongue.

(in case of error)

(Death is probably the most merciful reward)

——The instinct of being a fellow made him realize this quickly.

(This person is, absolutely,)

(the invincible man)

Being treated so obviously by the "enemy" before and after, Dazai just let out a "hmm" as usual, and nodded in the direction of Gojo Satoru.

"Choose what you want. It's a rare opportunity not to be restricted by status, Gojo-kun."

In this smiling sentence, Osamu Dazai's penetrating cognition of the life situation of the 27-year-old Gojo Satoru in another world also emerged, as if he had realized everything.

"..." Gojo Wu decided to take a look at the man, and followed the little boss in charge who stood up tremblingly, picking a false identity.

As he picked it, he eagerly read it:

"singer?"

Dazai was still sitting on the table, shaking his legs absent-mindedly, and denied him without looking back:

"you sing?"

"?????" Gojo Satoru blinked, and immediately stretched jiojio! !

"I can." The magician was the most confident!

The leader Dazai was very indifferent: "You can't."

The white-haired big cat is very wronged!

The white-haired big cat even wanted to sing a song on the spot!

...Pressed down by the leader Dazai.

The big white-haired cat moaned and chirped, and continued to pick:

"A company employee...? Ah, I don't want to be the next founder."

Leader Dazai: "Does Qihai know that you are complaining about him behind your back?"

Gojo Satoru pretended not to hear, and then asked: "Painter?"

The leader Dazai couldn't help recalling a certain self-portrait.

After a moment of silence, I couldn't help but: "...forget it."

"Then," Gojo Satoru continued to scroll down, "a writer?"

The leader, Dazai, recalled the articles written in the last desperate world in order to attract the attention of Nakahara Chuya in the shortest possible time. Even though he was quite happy when persecuting those people, he felt hot eyes at this moment, and stretched out his hand to rub his temples.

"I don't want to write," he said quite sincerely.

Gojo Satoru raised his face and thought for a while, "I don't even want to write a report" - saying so, he threw his identity information aside.

[The barrage starts again.

"Hahahaha I laughed so hard, what kind of big AU scene is this!!"

"I believe this is a portrayal of a parallel world!!! These people can be set by me!!!"

"5t5 dancing!! Osamu Dazai singing!!! I'll call you two every day!"

""Shocked! In order to save the magic world and the port mafia, these two people made their debut——""

"I imagined the voices of these two people, and I immediately went high on the spot!! Oh oh oh oh, let the professionals come!"

"And 5t5, are you just persecuting Nanaming like this xswl, thanks to the fact that Nanaming, a first-year student in the magic arts college, doesn't know her future career yet! Are you bullying juniors like this because you came from another world hahahaha "

"There's also the portrait. Has every Osamu Dazai ever painted a self-portrait that scared Alice to tears? I'm dying of laughter!"

"Wait, writer, you can do it!!! You can kill the leader!! You are the national literary hero Dazai Osamu! Don't give up!! (dog head)"

"That's right, the leader of the literary mastermind, I'm still waiting for your sexual transfer in Honmaru's all car!! (funny)"

The barrage laughed so hard that it irritated the eyes, and after waiting for a while, someone finally complained: "Ah, these two people have fallen into the fantasy of role-playing. Isn't the fake identity temporarily used to avoid the pursuit and killing of various forces!!"— —Because of being too honest, it was forked out by other bullet screens. 】

At this time, Dazai also seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly clapped his hands.

This person sat directly on the table and turned his upper body sideways. The kite pupil that was not covered by the bandage opened wide with joy.

"I figured it out!" he yelled, "Well, I'm going to be the lowest-ranking member of the Mafia!"

On the pale man's face, there was an unprecedented, pure and expectant smile of joy.

"That's right, it's the kind! There are errand characters who can do everything, right?!" Dazai continued, "You can investigate gun theft incidents, mediate family relations between officials' wives and lovers, and, uh, deal with it." The dud behind the mafia office!——This kind of identity must exist!!!”

Stared at by that shining eyes, the steward replied in a tense and hoarse voice, dripping with cold sweat:

"...Yes, yes. This kind of low-level status, how much do you want, all—"

He literally swallowed his saliva before speaking.

"Just, 'dud'...it's really..."

When this person almost thought that he was going to die, Dazai snorted and muttered something like "Forget it, I just dismantled one anyway", and let him off for the time being.

A moment ago, the unfathomable man sitting in the darkness seemed to have disappeared in place. The person sitting on the table who was almost cheering was obviously a child who was suddenly hit by a surprise from the sky and got what he dreamed of.

Dazai was very satisfied:

"Before the plan is completed, there is still such an opportunity."

he said with a broad smile.

"me."

"Maybe in this world,"

"The happiest man ever."