I, Zhongli, wander the world

Osamu Dazai touched the border of the prison gate.

At this moment, all the people inside the fortress, whether it is the hounds who have been fighting for a long time, or Verlaine who just came to confront Fukuji Sakurachi, all of them turned their attention to that small square box-like magic tool superior.

[Disqualification in the World] You can unconditionally invalidate supernatural powers or spells through contact, and the seal of a spell is naturally not a problem. This is why Dazai Osamu had to come into contact with the prison gate before risking his life.

Even a touch of a few tenths of a second before his consciousness dissipated is enough to make his supernatural ability take effect.

And as long as the prison gate is unsealed and the gods sealed within it are released... [Great Instruction] Where is it now, and whether it is obtained by Fudi Yingchi, it is no longer an urgent matter.

Fukuchi Sakurachi was also aware of this point, so he did not evacuate immediately after getting the [big order] from Gogol over there, but still intercepted here.

He needs to make sure that his last obstacle is buried here, so that the god in the way will never see the world again.

Under everyone's gaze, Prison Gate Jiang, who was held by Osamu Dazai, suddenly opened his eyes.

The dice-like eyes opened one by one on the square box, and the eyeballs were still turning disgustingly. The weird broken lines spread around the finger touched by Osamu Dazai, and finally seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. It exploded instantly.

A golden light rose from the cracked seal, and Fukuji Sakurachi, who had been on guard all along, drew his knife and retreated instantly. Verlaine did not continue to hold his knife, but also stepped back a few steps, staring at the crack with a slight frown. The magic tool opened.

Among the people in the fortress, apart from Osamu Dazai who was staring at the golden light motionlessly, only Nakahara Zhong couldn't help but take a step forward.

A human figure fell out of the light, and was picked up by Osamu Dazai who had been waiting.

"Mr. Zhongli...?"

no respond.

The person in his arms was still the same as he had been familiar with all these years, but he lost the majesty that was as immobile as a mountain in his memory.The black-haired god leaned weakly on the black-haired young man's arms, his limbs drooping naturally, his eyes that would have watched him peacefully in the past were tightly closed, and even the red at the corners of his eyes seemed unprecedentedly dim.

——like an empty shell that has lost its soul.

"……gentlemen?"

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had already rushed to the front, stretched out his hand towards Zhongli's nose in disbelief, but he could only feel the despairing silence of the air. He tentatively touched the exposed skin again, and what he touched was a piece of ashes. As cold as jade.

When he was young, he would always fall asleep in the reassuring arms of his husband, so Zhong Yuanzhong knew very well that even if he was a god, Zhong Li still had the life characteristics of a normal human being, and his warm breath would always With the ups and downs of his chest, it was gently sprinkled on the top of his hair, and the warm embrace carried a touch of aloes, which could always make the boy with extremely poor sleep quality fall asleep peacefully.

Zhong Yuanzhong also widened his eyes, only felt that everything was moving away from him, his ears could not hear any sound, his throat seemed to be clogged with cotton, and it was difficult to breathe, and his heavy hand, which was filled with lead, was mechanically controlled by the brain , trying again and again to confirm that the body still has the life characteristics in his memory.

In vain, in vain, in vain.

His hand was pinched.

Holding the body in his arms with one hand, and holding Nakahara Chuya's hand with the other, Osamu Dazai, who was unable to move, simply bumped his head into Nakahara Chuya's forehead, and said softly amidst the subconscious cries of pain from the red-haired young man: "Wake up!" Are you ready? Chuya?"

"Use your slug-like brain to think about it before you wake up. Will Mr. Zhongli die because of a mere seal?"

"...you're the fucking slug, bastard Dazai."

Although he and Osamu Dazai often hurt each other, they have never been too much, and there has never been any personal attacks from "slugs" and "mackerel" like in the original timeline, and Nakahara also subconsciously retorted After going back, his confused brain also woke up following the scolding.

That's right, the prison gate is just a seal-type magic tool, and the prerequisites for the seal are still so complicated.It was barely possible to seal a god with a personality far superior to it before, so how could it be possible to drain the vitality of a god at the same time?

The red-haired young man who was concerned about him finally came to his senses, Dazai Osamu let go of Nakahara Chuya's hand, and helped the body in his arms straighten the hair on the temples that was a little scattered due to the airflow.

"There are many possibilities." He said, and then looked at Fukuji Sakurachi whose face had completely stiffened from afar, "Captain, guess what, is the real situation the one you least want to see?"

And in an inconspicuous office building, Fyodor, who controls everything remotely, has already stood up.

He stared at the information on the screen with wide eyes, and then looked at the wet ink stains on the "book".

The step-by-step plan on the pages of the book was written by himself. He knew every detail in the plan, and every turning point was arranged in a predetermined position. There may be omissions in it, but they were pulled out in the next step of supplementary writing. back on track.

However, these plans that should have been well-known in the first place seemed so strange to him at this moment.

Variables flashed through my mind.

Adam shouldn't have appeared, and Lady Agatha of the supernatural group in the UK would not have participated in it, let alone the subordinate police agency.

Rimbaud and Verlaine should not have appeared. They and the port mafia had already been caught by the investigation team from France.

What is imposed on the gods is only a seal, and the gods should survive.

If it's just one or two things...

"From the very beginning, the god has lived on his throne." The Russian youth who believed in God and blasphemed God murmured.

His chess game was completely seen through by that god from the very beginning.

The silk thread of the grand puppet show is in his hands, and he nimbly controls the entire stage with his fingers, but he can't see that he is also tied with the silk thread, and he is performing another performance with few audiences.

The people in the play focus on the script in their hands, but turn a blind eye to the drama in themselves.

"Failed...failed?"

The pale Russian youth bit his nails, not even knowing that the blood was coming from the bite.The headset hanging on the ear was connected at this moment, and Gogol's voice came from it.

"Toss?"

As early as the first time he realized something was wrong, Fyodor began to try to connect to Gogol who was constantly traveling through space, and now he was finally connected by that side.

Fyodor said softly: "The arrangement based on the memory of that Mr. Kuso can be activated."

Gogol on the opposite side was silent for a while, "...Is this an order from the boss?"

"No, this is my personal judgment." Fyodor smiled lowly, even his voice was filled with laughter, "Don't you want to liberate this world full of sinful shackles, Nikolai?"

If the matter is completely exposed and there is no room for redemption, their boss will only surrender immediately, even if they are imprisoned in Meursault Prison, they will not activate the "bombs" that have been ambushed in advance in the place where the curse spirit is the thickest and distorted, but will These are used as capital, always ready to make a comeback.

However, Fyodor himself agrees that this plan has its own purpose, not to mention Gogol who yearns for freedom.

Gogol on the opposite side laughed and hung up the communication.

"From the very beginning, the purpose of [Five Decays of Heaven and Man] has been different." Fyodor stood up straight, looked at the lights of thousands of houses in the city, and whispered to himself, "Fukuchi Sakurachi hopes for an absolute Peace, Nikolai Gogol is looking for absolute freedom, Bram just wants to sleep peacefully, and for me..."

"Cross the obstacles of the gods, grasp the authority of judgment, and bring down the 'punishment' from bitter fruit for this evil world."

"May the cleansed world be blessed with a new life of pure whiteness."

Anomalies have been observed by spell-related organizations around the world.

The curse spirits that had been growing steadily on a regular basis suddenly evolved like crazy. A large number of curse spirits broke out with the most cursed areas as the center point. It has reached the point where it cannot be contained.

Gojo Satoru, who had just finished beating the King of Curses, was urgently recalled by the spell class before he could continue to go to the fortress for support, and he was assigned to the most serious center point on the premise that he was approved to use the maximum power unlimited spell.At this moment, Xia Youjie's spell spirits are almost more useful than Wutiaowu, and they are carried by the fastest spell spirits to various places, so as to minimize the loss.

All the free conjurers, no matter whether they were prepared or not, were dispatched urgently. Even the cursing masters who had nothing to do with themselves had to take up weapons and aim at the curse spirit because of the indiscriminate attack of the curse spirit.Not to mention the supernatural beings hidden among the people, but anyone who can see the curse spirit is at the forefront.

The young man wearing glasses held up the account in his hand, holding the fingers on the inside page, ready to go.

The blond boy picked up the hoe for farming and guarded the farmland with a sunny smile that comforted his family.

The black-haired man who found his family took out the magic tool from the mouth of the curse spirit, and beside him was his son who made a gesture of raising hands.

Holding the hospital's infusion stand in his hand, the pink-haired child stopped before Grandpa's ward.

It was a mess.

Fitzgerald tapped on the computer in his hand, and finally exhaled after pressing Enter.

"Mr. Zhongli, the email has been sent to the interfaces of various countries, and all the evidence that can be collected in this incident is included." The expression on the face of this blond-haired and blue-eyed American man was unprecedentedly serious, "As you said, At this last moment, it really became chaotic, the people in the group have gathered all the monitoring addresses to the mainframe of the white whale, what are you going to do?"

He knew Zhongli well, and knew how much the gods attached to the [contract], so he accompanied him in this dangerous game that would affect the world.

The hatch of the white whale opened under Zhongli's signal.

The little god in the appearance of a boy walked to the cabin door along the strong wind against the current, ignoring the flapping hem of his clothes, and stared at the scenery below with his golden eyes.Layers of sea of ​​clouds piled up under the white whale, but his sight seemed unhindered, and his concentration seemed to see through the clouds to see the chaos rising below.

"This place is full of demons. Although I have no intention of competing, I know the suffering of the people."

He opened his mouth softly, and his voice was scattered among thousands of winds.

Then he jumped into the wind.