I saved the world after jumping backwards

Reddish-brown hair, blue eyes as deep as the sea, unkempt beard on the chin, expressionless but handsome face.

The sand-brown suit jacket that is always open, the tiger's mouth proves that the cocoon that often holds a gun, loves spicy curry, and adopted his own non-killing mafia as an orphan.

He obviously always looks expressionless and indifferent, but his heart is more slender and gentle than anyone else.

This man found me from among the ruins, and he gave me everything I ever wanted. Although it was very short, it was the time when Xuebu came to this world without any worries.

But people living in this world are always forced to make many choices, and they always have to give up something to achieve their goals.

Strangely enough, from the very beginning, there was no option to have both.

Under Oda Saku's persuasion, he set off towards the "right" thing he had to do. He walked so fast and so freely without looking back, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

But in fact, he didn't really let go of Oda, he couldn't let him go.

Even if he regained his memory, even if he knew that he should do the "right" thing, even if he had already come to Russia, he did not erase his heart at all, and couldn't help but sink into the happiness that Oda Saku brought him.

This man, Odasaku, has long silently entered the lonely world of Yukibu, and has become an important person in his life, his friend, his family, and his...

The manipulated land turned into a cage, and even split hand-like stones in retaliation to wrap around his hands and feet, exerting force as if trying to tear off his limbs.

The silver-haired boy was trapped in a cage, and the surroundings were sealed airtight by stones, like a coffin where no light could penetrate. In this quiet darkness, his heart was extremely calm and firm.

His lips opened and closed slowly.

I want to go back.

No one can stop me.

The cage made of stones instantly shattered into powder, as if something separated an independent space for the silver-haired boy, and the powder that fell from the sky gathered at his feet to form a pile of sand.

He stepped out, passing the man who had been shaken into chaff without looking back, and the dark figure that emerged behind him spread his wings like a demon.

Ivan's pupils constricted, and he wanted to use his supernatural ability to manipulate the ground and stones again.

But he failed.

"For the sake of your life, I advise you not to do this, you can't win Sariel?"

Only then did Ivan understand the meaning of what Fyodor D said at the time. The power that this young man possessed was as terrifying as that of his master. As long as he wanted to, he could turn him into a puddle of flesh at any time.

When the pitch-black monster with wings struck through the air, he realized that he had crouched on the ground with his head in his arms.

Am I scared?Why?The master clearly made me lose the pain and fear, why? !

The expected pain did not hit, he raised his head tremblingly, only to realize that the boy had gone far away.

Sally?He's not an angel...he's a demon, a demon who brings death...

The silver-haired man knelt on the ground tremblingly, folded his hands together towards the distance, and prayed devoutly:

"Ah, gods... please give the devil heaven's punishment..."

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Xuebu caught the earliest flight back to Yokohama. While waiting at the airport, he processed his information and traces, and sent his men to chase after Odor for free.

After dealing with everything, he finally became afraid belatedly. He curled up on the bench at the airport for people to rest and bit his nails. His face was as pale as paper. He couldn't stop trembling. Feel the throbbing pain in the heart.

The airport inspection staff asked him several times if he needed help. When he went to the bathroom to wash his face, Xuebu realized that his face was ugly and scary, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

It was already late at night on the second day when we returned to Yokohama, and the ten-hour journey was really exhausting.

This time, it was still Osamu Dazai who picked up Yukibu. The black-haired boy stood out of place among the crowd heading for the exit. His eyes were covered by bandages and slightly curly black hair on his forehead. expression.

"Mr. Dazai." The silver-haired boy quickly walked up to him, "Oda Tsukuru, where is Mr. Tsukuru now?"

Osamu Dazai raised his head, his face was no longer that leisurely and carefree, so Yukipo couldn't confirm whether what he said in the communicator the day before was true or not.

Rather, now that Dazai calls out a group of men in black with guns and sunglasses to surround him, Xuebu's heart can return to calm.

However, Osamu Dazai did nothing.

Xuebu's heartbeat quickened, and he was breathing rapidly, but he still felt out of breath.

"Xiaoxue, it's too late."

"We're all too late."

He heard Dazai's sad trembling voice, and then, only tinnitus remained.

Yukibu tried to see the flaws on Dazai Osamu's face, but there was only confusion and sadness on the handsome black-haired boy's face.

"I don't believe it." Xuebu turned cold, but his voice was a little erratic, "Mr. Dazai, I don't believe a word you say."

He passed Dazai out of the airport, and quickly got a taxi in the waiting area. When he got into the co-pilot, the rear door was opened, and the black-haired boy sat in the back without saying a word, "I didn't I lied to you, Xiaoxue."

"I don't believe it." Xuebu clenched his lips, staring at the front tightly, wishing he could teleport back immediately to confirm Odasaku's safety with his own eyes.

The taxi was speeding on the highway, and the journey in the middle of the night was very smooth. It only took them half an hour to reach the seaside restaurant.

What was waiting for Xuebu was not the familiar seaside restaurant. The police pulled up yellow warning tapes one after another around the surrounding area, and the building in front of him was already beyond recognition, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and burning permeated the ruins.

The silver-haired boy stared blankly at all this, then he bent down and covered his ears in pain.

Explosions, gunshots, and screams echoed endlessly, and his painful past overlapped with the scene in front of him again.

At this moment, Xuebu's heart also collapsed.

"why……"

Why is this happening, everyone again...and again...

Black spots gradually appeared in front of his eyes, bit by bit eating away at the entire field of vision. The long-term travel and high mental tension had already exhausted his body and mind enough.

The scene in front of him undoubtedly gave Xuebu the final blow.

He lost consciousness.

Yukibu woke up in Dazai's apartment, he sat up from the bed, there was a smell of dust in the air, he stared blankly at the snow-white sheets in front of him, but his eyes diverged unconsciously.

There was no strength in his body, and even breathing was painful. He thought blankly, what went wrong?Why did the supernatural army overseas attack Mr. Takahashi and the children?Why does it seem like it's aimed at Mr. Zuo?

If I hadn't gone to Russia, if I hadn't hidden my whereabouts and contacted Odasaku earlier, wouldn't all this have happened?

The more he thinks about it, the more painful he is, and the more he recalls the past, the more difficult it is for him to accept everything now. He clutches the bed sheet tightly, and some crystal liquid hits the white bed sheet drop by drop. The beads leave a short trace before disappearing.

"Xiaoxue." Dazai's voice came over, and only then did he realize that he had been staying in the same room as himself.

The black-haired boy's voice was also full of fatigue, he said lightly: "I didn't lie to you, Xiaoxue, I'm sorry, I couldn't persuade him."

The silver-haired boy didn't answer him, but tears were streaming from his eyes, like a puppet that had lost its soul, unable to move on its own.

During the period when Osamu Dazai became a mafia, he saw too many people crying for their lives, and their desperate expressions often bored him.

And Xiaoxue in his memory seemed to be shedding tears all the time, sad and happy, but his tears were always for others.

Dazai used to be interested in Yukibu's hidden real self, and after getting along with him, he was attracted by the current Yukibu. How can there be such a pure person in this world?

Sad for others, happy for others, contradictory, complicated, but always do their best for others, even if they know that there is an abyss ahead, they will jump, and put everything in their own hands. Is there really a person?

"Xiaoxue, run away." The black-haired boy raised his head, a rare sadness appeared on his face, "I'm afraid this incident was prepared by Mr. Mori in order to control you, but he went too far. "

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion downstairs, with gunshots and screams.

"There's no time, they're here!" Dazai's pupils narrowed sharply, and he jumped out of the window with a snow step, with bags of garbage on the bottom, the two of them didn't fall too badly.

He dragged the silver-haired boy to open the manhole cover and followed the sewer to the river.

Dazai is very good at hiding. If he is alone, it may be difficult to catch him even if Mori Ogai goes off in person.

But he also carried a burden.

As soon as they emerged, the team led by Koyo Ozaki surrounded them.

"Dazai-kun, hand over Yuki-kun." It doesn't feel good to face your former colleague with swords, and Ozaki Koye even feels that he likes this child quite a bit. "I will plead with the leader. A person with abilities, the leader will not take his life."

"Then it's like imprisoning Q, lock him up, right, Miss Momiji..." Dazai looked at the red-haired woman in kimono in front of him, and tightly held Yukibu's hand.

He pulled out the pistol, and the man in black standing next to Ozaki Koye pointed their guns at the two of them, "To be honest, I really don't want to be your enemy, but I promised my friend, I promised Oda I won't let Xiaoxue suffer any harm."

The empty eyes of the silver-haired boy flickered, and the moment Dazai said Odasaku, his chaotic mind gradually came to his senses.

"What am I doing..." He hung his head and murmured to himself, "Obviously Mr. Dazai values ​​Mr. Zukusaku as much as I do, but I'm blaming him..."

The great sadness and pain controlled him, making him look like a walking dead, and only then did he realize that the pain of the black-haired boy in front of him was the same.

"Xiaoxue?!"

With Dazai's stunned expression, he broke free from his hand, and all the muzzles of the guns were concentrated on Xuebu's body instantly.

The black wings spread out behind him, and it was hard to tell whether it was a huge figure of a dragon or a butterfly, and it stuck tightly to the young man's back as if protecting him. It was his substitute.

When the space-jumping fighter exploded, the necklace his mother gave him protected him like an amulet, and gently pierced his palm, becoming his "miracle".

At first it was a larva stage that decomposed and reorganized objects, and then he grew into a pupa stage that could decompose and recombine time in the blood, and now the pupa broke out of the cocoon and became a butterfly, becoming an adult stage that can decompose supernatural powers.

"Mr. Dazai." Yukibu said softly, "My supernatural ability is very dangerous. When I was in Russia, I heard Fyodor say that if combined with the power of a substitute, the past can be easily changed."

"I want to go home, I have something to do, so I joined his plan."

He frowned and smiled, but his voice was trembling: "But you're right, it's too late, I just understand now, Mr. He Zuo, the days with everyone are home."

"Xiaoxue?" Dazai wanted to grab him, but he avoided him.

Yukibu retreated slowly, took out a transparent glass bead from his pocket on the way and put it on the ground, it was something given to him by Edogawa Ranpo from the Armed Detective Agency, "Mr. Dazai, go to the Armed Detective Come on, they must have a solution."

His body is covered with a layer of silver-white light film, which is the precursor to the activation of supernatural powers.

Ozaki Koyo frowned, and the golden Yasha jumped up to interrupt the boy's movements for an instant, but the black wings flapped lightly, Yasha's sword tip could no longer move forward, and her attack stopped.

Because the boy's body is dissipating.

"Mr. Dazai, please, help me bring everyone, Mr. Tsukuru, back."

How is it possible to change the time easily?Those who play with time and tamper with history will of course pay the price.

The last time was amnesia, what is it this time, but it doesn't matter anymore.

I don't want to see important people die anymore.

The butterfly's wings were broken, reflecting colorful memories like a million-color mirror, and the crisp sound of glass breaking sounded, and everything was turned into bits and pieces of debris.

"Xiaoxue!!!!!!"

Dazai's eyes were shrouded in white light, he got up abruptly, stretched out his hand trying to touch the young man in front of him, and shouted almost collapsed: "Don't go!!"

With a bang, his foot bumped into something, causing the whole person to fall back and fall on his back. The pain made his vision gradually focus, and the familiar retro decoration and warm-toned lighting came into his field of vision. .

"What's wrong, Dazai?" The reddish-brown haired man held a wine glass and looked blankly at his friend who suddenly yelled, "Are you drunk?"

"...Odasaku?" Dazai stared blankly at the man in front of him, and murmured.

Oda groaned, and said slowly: "Can you still get up? Do you want me to pull you?"

Just when he wanted to get up, he felt a hard touch on the palm of his hand on the ground. He looked down, and his pupils couldn't help constricting.

It was a clear and translucent glass bead, shining brightly under the dim light.

Time is reversed.

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