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After being stabbed in the brain by "Heaven and the Tyrant", Gojo Satoru suddenly woke up when he was about to die.

That's how the inversion technique works in the first place.

Miraculously, when he was on the verge of death, he learned a spell that could heal his wounds, and then stood up again.

Like a swaying zombie, he was a little stunned in a mess.

The wounds on his head, neck, and body are slowly recovering.

"It seems that Dazai walked by just now..." Gojo Gojo stroked the incompletely healed wound on his forehead, blood stained his entire palm, "With him here, Riko will be fine."

He stared at his palm, and suddenly, laughed.

The corners of his mouth extended to his cheeks, and he grinned loudly, as if he saw something very funny.The uncontrollable excitement came from the nerve endings, pulling his emotions.

The sunglasses fell somewhere, and the pair of sky-like pupils seemed to be burning, showing an astonishing beauty.

"That man—"

A completely different battle from the past, being suppressed and predicted, he wants to find the man who is so powerful that he trembles——

Then, fight again!

As if he had fallen into insanity that he couldn't get rid of, he was covered in blood, wearing a tattered school uniform, and found Fuheshier in the Panxing Sect who came to get compensation.

"Are you still alive?"

He heard the man's surprised voice.

Yes, he is still alive.

And with a burning fighting spirit, he came here.

Forward rotation [Cang], reverse operation [He].These two moves have all been recorded.

Fu Heisher, who was born in a Buddhist monastery, knows this clearly, and must have thought of a way to crack it—then.

Mixing the two, he creates a brand new move that has no way to crack it.

Illusory type, 【茈】.

"boom--"

The white hair was flying in the air, and Liuyanming's toes fell to the ground.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and half of the mighty 'Heaven and Tyrant' disappeared, but he still stood stubbornly on the ground.

For the first time, he followed his heart and chose to stay and fight this crazy Six Eyes instead of running away.

But it was also the only indulgence that brought him to his end.

"What else do you want to say?" Gojo Satoru asked.

The man who lost his left arm and half of his waist raised his eyes, as if smiling.

"I..." He just started.

"Hey hey, that's enough for now—"

An abrupt voice came from the side, and the young man in a sand-colored windbreaker put his left hand into his pocket and walked over slowly holding a floating ruby ​​in his right hand.

He seemed to have just arrived, but he accurately grasped this important moment.

"Dazai?" Gojo Satoru recognized this person.

Those kite-colored pupils looked at the two miserable people, then turned their heads, and the corners of their mouths curled up.

"The bet is you lose, Mr. Fuguro." Osamu Dazai said.

A few weeks ago, he made a bet with Fu Heisher—on the third day after accepting the bet, Fu Heisher would be killed by Gojo Satoru.

If the bet is won, Fu Heisher will have a bonus of one billion.If you lose the bet, do one thing for Osamu Dazai.

But now it was the third day, and with the same result as the horse race, Fu Heisher lost the bet again.

Fu Heisher held his breath with difficulty, he knew he was going to die: "You won, but I can't help you with anything..."

Before he finished speaking, he froze.

The floating ruby ​​floated in front of him and burst open suddenly.The gem turned into shimmering crumbs that surrounded Voheshel.

The tender flesh at the cut wound began to itch, and Fu Heisher lowered his head to see his body gradually recovering.

The prop [Reverse Art (one-time)] costs [-] power stones.

The tall and slender young man had a smile on his lips: "It's all right now, Mr. Fuhei."

As long as the person is not dead, he has a way to bring him back.

The initial surprise quickly calmed down, Fu Heisher let out a sigh, and looked up at the sky, as if he was relieved and completely indifferent.

"Speak." The man who had just half-stepped into death said, "I'm willing to bet and admit defeat."

Moreover, in terms of the result, the other party saved his life.

But about this Osamu Dazai is not in a hurry.

He put the hand holding the ruby ​​back into his pocket, and said in a brisk tone: "Don't worry~ Although it looks like Mr. Fu Hei and went to help me immediately, but ordering the injured is not what a good person should do-heal the wound first, Mr. Fuhei."

"You actually want to be a good person?" Fu Heisher said unexpectedly.

"After all, Mr. Fukuzawa who adopted me is a good man who is strict with himself." Osamu Dazai blinked playfully.

"Hey, are you done talking?"

Gojo Satoru, who was excluded, raised his voice.

He had been staring at Osamu Dazai from just now, and his mad expression during the battle just now had completely calmed down.

The six eyes brought a huge amount of information, allowing him to see the corner of the mobile phone protruding from Dazai Osamu's pocket when he walked around, and even allowing him to see the source of the dirt on the soles of the opponent's shoes.

There is also a more intense curse on Dazai Osamu, which comes from himself.

It's like a curse that divides the two into one.

Osamu Dazai's back seemed to tremble, and then he turned around naturally, the hem of his clothes floated up with the movement, and then fell to his legs under the pull of gravity.

"I know what you're going to ask, but it's better not to know." He said, "This is my advice."

Of course, Gojo Satoru, who is used to going his own way, completely ignored this 'advice'.

Besides, he has not calmed down now.

The battle kept him in a state of excitement, but he was suppressed by reason.His heart was still beating fast, and his brain seemed a little dizzy in a trance.

"In the spell, twins can be regarded as the same person, and the two people share the spell power equally, so it is considered unknown." He said, proving his doubts, "You and Dazai are indeed the same person, so after you appeared, Dazai The curse on the body has been reduced."

"Then now, why are you carrying so many more curses——Dazai!"

Liuyan Ming asked.

He had clearly noticed it, and realized what kind of result he was asking.

And the young man in front of him just had that proper, stiff smile on his face.He looked at Gojo Satoru, and at that moment his eyes seemed to coincide with that of the 16-year-old boy.

"Why should you care about this? Obviously this is the best result for us." He said.

He took a step forward, as if there was something surging in his eyes, suppressing his emotions into the bottom of his heart that no one noticed.

It was the loneliness that had been imprisoned and made him unable to escape.

"You know, what it's like to be abandoned by the world?" he asked.

He is the exception.

The world is constantly going back and restarting, but Dazai Osamu, who has [Disqualification in the World], cannot restart with the changes of the world like other people.

In the end, there were two Osamu Dazai in the world.

With reboots, reboots, reboots, Osamu Dazai's number became more, more, more - and finally returned to one.

Only Osamu Dazai is different. He is more sober and knows what he needs to do.

So he has lived on.

But this is really tiring. He is a ghost who has nothing to do with the world, and an inhuman who has been frozen in time.

Stripped of the last semblance of a human being.

It has completely become a different kind, and even its existence has been replaced by another self.

He was isolated from the world, like a bystander, constantly watching another self.

That person is the 'Osamu Dazai' recognized by the world. He will meet people he has met before. Maybe enemies will become friends, and maybe friends will become enemies.

In a harmonious atmosphere, the only exception, obviously, came from nowhere, and even time has frozen myself.

Well, now that there is a new 'Dazai Osamu', what is the value of those who have been completely abandoned by the world.

He was deeply puzzled and asked the same question.

"Wu Tiao, tell me, what is the purpose of living?"

Why let him live soberly, watching those 'self' struggling in the quagmire, but still unable to escape the curse called [Disqualification in the World].

Is it really worth living like this?

Six Eyes, who hadn't recovered from the battle, seemed to have seen more—he saw bandaged hands protruding from the shadows behind the young man, trying to pull himself, who was still alive, into a place named Vortex of death.

"That's why I, hate you." Wujo Satoru said, as if he was talking to the boy he had never seen again.

He reached out and grabbed the collar of the young man who was nine centimeters shorter than him, his gem-like pupils stared closely at those dark eyes, full of anger.The palm of his hand seemed to be scratched by the jewel on Poirot's bow tie, and there was a pain.

"Why didn't you fight, why did you give up? Overthrow what makes you unhappy, Dazai, you can do it, you are obviously so smart!" The white-haired boy who has been going smoothly asked puzzledly.

The "God Son" who has grown up to this day can't understand the idea of ​​his classmates simply giving up their lives. He can't accept Dazai Osamu just because he can't find the "value" and leave him, Jie and Nitro without saying a word the act of leaving.

Why did you leave suddenly, why didn't you reveal a trace, why didn't you tell them - they are the strongest.

I can't understand it, I can't agree with it, but I can't turn a blind eye at all!

Obviously, at the same age as them...

However, the young man who was grabbed by his collar suddenly sighed again, and applied the disguise to his face again.He made a 'give it up' look, neck flinched and shrugged.

His expression became lively again, as if all the emotions that erupted just now were a kind of performance.

"Hey, hey~ I lied to you." He smiled and pushed Gojo Satoru's hand away, "Forgive me, I just really want to see Gojo-kun lose his mind because of my few words~"

Gojo Satoru let go of the young man's actions.

He really wanted to believe this statement, but the six eyes were actually the part that he reported that ordinary people couldn't see.

The person in front of him was clearly more desperate.

The young man with a smiling face put his hands in his pockets and looked at his other 'classmate' with a smile.

"If you want a reason, he went back to our roots and fell asleep," he said.

Although it seems like a lie, it is really true and can no longer be true.

but--

"You know that's not what I'm asking!" Gojo Satoru almost roared angrily.

"Could it be that if I didn't find out, you wouldn't say it?" The strongest who was still high-spirited just now is like a kindergarten kid who has been robbed of a lollipop. He gritted his teeth, his eyes widened and trembled slightly, " Why?!"

Aren't they friends?

"Mr. Wutiao, do you want to make a bet?" The young man suddenly changed the subject.

Fu Heisher on the side raised his eyebrows with a little interest when he heard the term 'bet'.

That's how he was caught by the young man in front of him, so he was quite curious about what the young man would say to deceive the somewhat 'simple' Six Eyes.

Osamu Dazai didn't make a request first, but talked about something that made the listeners incomprehensible: "You are the strongest in this world, but the others around you are not."

"What do you mean?" Gojo Satoru hadn't gotten out of his emotions yet.

"Gojo-kun, from your point of view, some things may seem ridiculous, but from other people's point of view, they may not be." Osamu Dazai stretched out a finger and shook it lightly, "Do you want to bet--next time When we meet, Xia Youjie will leave you."

Just like Osamu Dazai who left without saying a word.

"Jie can't!" Wujo Satoru retorted directly.

There is no need to think about the words that come out of the mouth, Gojo Wu just believes in Xia Youjie so much.But after speaking, he seemed to be frozen again, his whole body froze, only his pupils were trembling.

He thought so too last time.

No matter how much he strayed from the class, Osamu Dazai would not abandon them——he thought so.

"The bet is that the loser will do something for the other party." As if he had seen the end of this pair of close friends, Osamu Dazai said firmly, as if what he was talking about was not an unproven bet, but theirs. s future.

He seemed to be provocative, looking at the high school student who was in self-doubt before him, and asked in a tone that had no intention of being rejected: "How is it? Gojo-kun, what is your answer?"

Clenching his teeth, Gojo Satoru lowered his head, his expression was covered by his messy white hair from the two battles just now.

"Bet." He spat out the answer through his teeth, and said slowly, "If this is what you expected, I will overturn it for you to see."

As the strongest, he will not lose again.