Home from scratch in another world

Yokohama, a hidden safe house in the wee hours of the morning.

In front of the owner of the house is a screen that has been turned on all night. He watches the rise of the white mist and observes the battle between the "ordinary people" and the supernatural body from the screen.

In fact, Fyodor in Yokohama was also separated from his abilities, but he seemed a little too calm.

He did have the capital to be calm, because under the white mist at 2:00 in the morning, the supernatural body "Punishment" only appeared slightly, and then returned to the body of "Sin" obediently.

The other members of the House of Dead left Yokohama yesterday, but Gogol wanted to go to her birthday party and get an autograph for his collection of "Equations of Contradiction", but he didn't want to lose his freedom because of "Longyan Between".

Fyodor doesn't need the interference of extra abilities, Yokohama alone is enough.

The outside world is the sound of explosions, which originates from supernatural powers; the collapse of bridge decks and houses comes from supernatural powers; those who fight against them and fight back against themselves are supernatural powers;

Miss Shimeng, a combined ability user, the strongest neon, perhaps in the whole world.

Fyodor is looking forward to the separation of her abilities from "Dragon Yanma"...

She should be able to know today that the power will hurt her and the people around her. She can always realize the original sin of this world, and her sin... Return to the right path.

Constant sound of destruction, thick smoke rising, mess everywhere, Yokohama fell into ruins under the destruction of supernatural power...

In addition to making her wake up, another thing Fyodor wants to do is to tell the world about the supernatural power through "Dragon Yan Between".

"You taught me, through... the power of ordinary people?"

He may still be a little confused, so as an attempt, it doesn't matter if it fails.

"Longyan Between" is a very interesting ability, it only targets supernatural beings and does not harm ordinary people.

Near noon, Fyodor finally got up and walked out of the safe house. The outside world was full of corpses of supernatural beings: Hisaku Yumeno, Paul Verlaine, Ayatsuji Kototo, Nakahara Chuya, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Attil Rimbaud...

There are countless people, and there are still people alive.

He politely introduced himself to his new companion: "Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky."

"Shimeng." She told clearly, it was in another country's language.

……

- This is, this is.

……

Have we eliminated the ability...?

- This is, this is.

"You don't seem very happy."

The sun shines through the colored windows, and the wooden floor is mottled gray. The speaker holds a book in his hand, sinks into the flannel sofa, and sits in a casual posture. Fyodor picks up the books and pens on the floor for her, and listens again. until she repeats—

"There are no superpowers in the world, whether it's superpowers, magic power, flames...you don't seem to be happy."

He sat down on the opposite side of the round table, behind and in front of him were bookshelves reaching to the ceiling, on which were placed sets of hardcover books and ancient books, as well as novels she wrote for fun on weekdays...

Very much in line with her aesthetic design, Fyodor followed her everything, moved his equipment out of the basement, and occupied only a corner of the room less than two square meters.

At the moment he concealed it with a smile: "I'm very happy."

"No." She closed the book forcefully, and asked again, "Why are you unhappy?"

Fyodor took a sip of coffee, avoiding her eyes: "...It's like a dream, is it just destroying the ability?"

Blocking everything including the future and life, there are no supernatural powers in the world, and he is not satisfied with this conclusion.

It's as if what supports his flesh and blood is his belief, the moment the belief is realized——

Fyodor is dead.

——This is, this is.

Shi Meng held his chin and looked at him for a while, then opened the book again: "What do you want to do in the future?"

"and you?"

He looked at the way the girl opposite was curled up in the chair thinking, as if everything was going too smoothly, as if they had lived this kind of life for a long time, stable and peaceful, as if this was not bad.

——This is, this is.

--Fake!

The space oscillated slightly, a shock that did not attract attention at all, and the person sitting on the sofa became more real after the shock.

They should have really accomplished the goal together, she seemed to think of something, the wild sitting posture suddenly corrected, and she blinked her eyes.

"Um... I think, play games?" She laughed, "Aren't you going to come with me?"

- This is, this is.

The hallucinatory scene, he was trapped in the world of supernatural powers... In the madness, he only woke up for a moment, and Fyodor realized for a moment... He will be engulfed by endless peace, sinking in illusion forever, unable to break free open.

The black-haired young man smiled helplessly and softly: "Okay."

……

In the middle of the day, Shi Meng actually felt the mental pressure as she walked towards the concession. She had psychic powers and rarely experienced mental shock, so she couldn't help laughing now.

But not only from mental and physical exhaustion, but also from what I saw along the way——

The destroyed buildings and the unconscious supernatural beings all fell into the spiritual world, as if their souls had died.

The direction of the concession passes through Ganghe, because of this, Shi Meng walks fearfully and carefully. Fortunately, she has not seen any acquaintances or dead people so far... The one in front is——

It's Mr. Hirotsu.

Great, not red leaves.

Although Shi Meng knew that this idea was very inappropriate, but she was indeed grateful at this moment.

She tried her best to build an iron box for the unconscious man she saw - in order to save some superpowers, she only put an extra quilt for the old man.

It is currently known that no one can break free from the illusion woven by the spirit, whether it is Verlaine who has never dreamed, or the intellectual Ayatsuji Hiroto, the transcendent Rimbaud, the spiritual Kusaku Yumeno and the special Riko Amauchi... …

Its operating mechanism is in line with everyone's own logic, and it is even weaving beautiful dreams and calculating the ideal future, making people addicted to it, and the longer they stay, the harder it is to struggle out.

Perhaps in the later stage, even if one realizes that the dream and the whole world are false, one cannot break through the spiritual illusion.

This is Shi Meng's conjecture about "spirit". What will happen after falling into the spirit?She felt a great fear, and could only press it firmly in her heart.

Psychic abilities, Uzuki's abilities, her abilities...

Shi Meng knew that she shouldn't blame all the responsibility on the ability, but at this moment, she really hoped that she didn't have the ability.

……

It has reached the periphery of the concession, surrounded by the river, and the architectural styles inside are chaotic and diverse, mostly European style.

This is a special place where people from different countries live here, and the governments of other countries are stationed here.

Shi Meng took a deep breath. She once tried to eradicate the concession, but was obstructed by the Neon government and the outside world. I don't know how much the concession has intervened in the current affairs.

But she swears that the history of the Yokohama Concession will end as soon as the matter is over. Shimeng wiped off the sweat from her brow and walked forward. It was a fluke to see the people on the river, but this fluke made her feel a huge surprise.

The river leading to the sea took her farther and farther, and she saw a black coat floating on the river... It was a familiar person, but it sank into the river bit by bit.

But death was attempted!

Shimeng, whose eyesight was too good, saw his open, lifeless and dazed eyes.

——It’s Osamu Dazai.

"Dazai! Dazai Osamu!"

Shi Meng was so excited that she rushed a few steps and jumped down the river, with huge splashes and splashes, she "fantasized" about the foam board under him... No way!He slid down.

After finally swimming in, Shi Meng walked behind him. It is said that when a person encounters death, his subconscious reaction is to survive, and the rescuer will be entangled by the drowning person and put himself in danger.But Osamu Dazai seemed a little too obedient, he neither struggled nor asked for help, and was supported from behind by her almost without resistance.

In the buoyant water, Shi Meng still felt the pressure and gravity, she took off the cumbersome coat from the boy, tried to lift him up, and pushed the foam board to the shore.

The river was smooth and gurgling, and the black coat passed by the two of them and flowed to the sea...

……

Saving people is really tiring, I really didn't expect it to be so tiring.

The clothes stuck to his body, Shi Meng brushed away the hair that blocked his view, the boy lay limp on the ground, unresponsive, like all the supernatural beings in Yokohama who had fallen into the spiritual world, and seemed to be really dead.

Panting, she wrung the water from her body: "Dazai, I know you are conscious, I just saw you blinking."

Osamu Dazai looked weak, still looking at the sky, but blinked slightly again.

Then he pretended to be dead and felt himself being pulled up by a strong force... His first reaction was, is she a monster?The strength is really great.

Why do you want to save me?

Dazai wanted to ask this question, but he was very tired, so tired that he didn't even want to say anything.

He happened to commit suicide by jumping into the river when Hong Kong Hey supernatural beings took their sex. The chance of committing suicide in the white mist was very rare, so he was quite satisfied.

The only dissatisfaction is the little dwarf who happened to encounter an explosion, it was really useless, and there were black spots on his face...

Osamu Dazai walked away in disgust. The "Collector" ability was useless to him, and he was not beaten by Alice like Mr. Mori.

He thought that Long Yan would only be beaten up by violent lunatics in deep space, but he couldn't predict things beyond the script. When the mental fluctuations dispersed, Zhong Yuanzhong also fell to the ground. It succeeds for a few seconds and then fails...

What a terrible power.

But in his dream... why is there nothing?His rare sway, after a slight sway, is sober and huge emptiness.

When Shi Meng was dragged halfway, the eyes of the lying young man were too empty, desperate to the extreme, so the life seeker who was not desperate... asked her to squat down.

"Dazai, don't be afraid."

Osamu Dazai heard her gasping for breath, because she was too low and hoarse, so that he wanted to run away without enthusiasm... However, the other party broke in without hesitation, and she tried her best to be gentle.

"Osamu Dazai, I'm here to save you, so don't be afraid."

The young man finally withdrew his gaze looking up at the sky, and looked at her silently, tired, fearful, but also tenacious——

—Are you coming to save me?

"I'm here to save you, Dazai, don't be afraid."

She repeatedly said she wanted to pull him up, making Osamu Dazai think of her as a monster-level strong king and a hot ball of fire again.

And the burning soul broke through the thick wall pasted with thousands of layers of paper, making the empty, wooden fish-like heart hidden inside seem to be hit by a mallet.

"Are you here to save me?" His voice was inaudible.

"I'm here to save you, Osamu Dazai, don't be afraid." She stressed tirelessly.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, come with me!"

Osamu Dazai was lying on the ground, Shimeng dragged him up with all his strength, the boy who was taller than her leaned on her with more than half of his body, and followed her step by step.

"Miss Uzuki, what kind of world do you see?"

"……very scary."

Dazai saw her wanting to cry: "Hey, I actually had hell and Sanzugawa in my dream, it's a world where people can go to death contentedly."

Shi Meng was silent for a few seconds: "Dazai, you didn't see anything, did you?"

"...Well, I didn't see anything."

He pressed his whole body on her, Shi Meng staggered a bit, and heard him complain: "The little dwarf is always smiling in his dreams."

He asked again, "Is it a sweet dream?"

"Yeah." Shi Meng supported him, "It's a sweet dream that people don't want to wake up from."

Osamu Dazai looked at the sweat on her forehead: "Miss Uzuki...why did you save me?"

"Do I look like someone who can't help it?"

"Do you want to save everyone?"

"I'm not qualified to save many people." She said in a low voice, "but I will do what I say."

Due to the double weight of body and spirit, Shi Meng began to pant again: "Well, to be honest, I am very afraid of walking alone. You will give me the courage to move forward..."

"Then what if no one is with you?" Osamu Dazai asked expectantly, "Will you choose to die?"

"...I won't." She was silent for a long time before she said it, as if she had chewed the words in her heart for a long time, and then squeezed them out of her throat, "I will do my best to survive."

Osamu Dazai was silent for a long time, and he was also very tired, but he moved his whole body leaning on her, and walked forward under tremendous mental pressure.

"Miss Uzuki, why are you working so hard to live?"

Shi Meng laughed: "Do we have to talk about this topic at this time?"

"This is very important to me." Osamu Dazai said the truth.

"Because I hate this world, but I'm still alive." Shi Meng dragged the boy who was walking much slower than her, and gritted his teeth, "So I know, I still yearn for it."

"So Osamu Dazai!"

"Come with me!"

When the mallet was struck, the dust fell down, and the heart seemed to be ringing...

Osamu Dazai said softly, "Then you have to hold me tight."