Chapter 131 (Bug Fixing)

Mori, who acts cute and spoiled despite having a loli-like appearance...

It is restoration.

The world is constantly being restored based on the original world at a certain moment.

Is it possible that even the world consciousness lacks the power to completely restore everything that has happened in the world?

Troublesome.

Winter Tree sighed.

This is dangerous.

Dongshu frowned.

When will this immature worldview be able to stand on its own...? She never imagined that she herself would one day become an old mother who hopes her child will grow up quickly.

"Don't frown." Dazai Osamu put down his cup and blinked. "It's not good to look more worried than anyone else."

"...How could I not be worried?" Fuyuki gave him a strange look.

This guy clearly knows everything about her, is perfectly aware of her goals, and the world is back to normal... She's not the only one suffering.

As the Saniwa (master of the underworld), Fuyuki can abandon the mission and leave directly. Even if feelings develop between them, maintaining the stability of this world is not a necessity for her.

It's just a task.

If she runs away or gives up, at most she will be punished by the government by having her salary deducted, but she will definitely not die.

The most terrifying thing would be stripping her of her identity as a Saniwa (master of the underworld), right?

No.

Fuyuki blinked.

How can stripping someone of their identity be considered a punishment?

Given the nature of the government, which treats the Saniwa (master) like a treasure, it's unlikely they would expel the Saniwa simply because of the destruction of a world.

For them, the Saniwa (Master) is far more important than the world they cooperate with.

The punishment should be to completely strip away one's self-awareness and turn them into a spiritual energy supply device.

Thinking about the terrible things in those regulations, my wild thoughts were wiped away.

...She certainly won't become a spiritual energy supply device; that would be too terrifying.

Fuyuki's eyes flickered, and she looked up at Dazai Osamu: "And what about you? Aren't you worried?"

After all, the other side also needs this world.

If the world doesn't exist, where can he go?

Dazai Osamu answered decisively: "I'm not worried."

He was all smiles, and his black coat and red scarf gave him no trace of gloom.

"If I were to die, wouldn't it be nice if Xiao Dongshu took me back to work for you?" He rested his chin on his hand. "It would be quite interesting, wouldn't it, protecting the world and all that?"

His tone was relaxed, as if he were envisioning the future.

"No matter what, it's much more interesting than this gloomy and worthless world."

The world that allows Oda Sakunosuke to quietly write novels doesn't need his existence.

"Isn't this world quite interesting? It's always fighting and killing, there's never a moment of rest."

Dongshu's face quickly showed confusion: "And how could you think my job is interesting? No job can possibly be called interesting."

She was exhausted by the job she was doing.

The person in front of me is even part of my job.

One problem after another, this time even the world has been shattered!

She was constantly fighting and rescuing people, and her brain, which was not good at thinking about conspiracies and tricks, never stopped. Her spiritual energy was used up one by one and replenished a little at a time. As her true self, she also had to keep saving people. Her workload increased, but her salary did not increase.

Honestly... I'd rather go back and grab a knife to fight the Time Travel Army.

Dongshu looked up at the sky, which was gloomy and had cracks that were faintly visible yet shimmering with light, as if something was constantly mending it.

The world is now like a glass ball, full of cracks, and gluing those cracks back together is no easy task.

"So you really hate this job?"

Dazai Osamu's face suddenly loomed large in front of her, blinking like a child, trying to attract her attention.

Looking at Dazai Osamu's childish appearance, Fuyuki let out a long sigh: "Seriously, how did you even get to the position of leader?"

"Is it because of your perseverance? You're so silly."

"Hello--!"

Her words were merciless and decisively stirred up the emotions of Chuuya Nakahara, who was standing nearby.

Dazai Osamu raised his hand to stop him, and Nakahara Chuuya, unable to catch his breath, could only swallow it back.

"Hmm... how did I get to this position?" Dazai Osamu touched the red scarf around his neck.

The soft fabric is not as cold and ruthless as the identity it represents; even though it is bright red, it does not reek of blood.

It's just a scarf.

He said, "I guess they wanted to sit, so they sat in this spot?"

*

The sky was overcast and the atmosphere was rather gloomy.

The city is gradually returning to its original state, but some parts still look like ruins at first glance.

Fuyuki kicked away the pebbles blocking her way, and the tsukumogami silently followed beside her.

Her footsteps were quiet; apart from her movements, there was no other sound.

She couldn't understand Dazai Osamu at all.

She couldn't understand him, neither his actions nor his thoughts, even when she first came to this world to do a mission.

It is both gloomy and lively and willful.

He can stand calmly playing the game in a gunfight between two sides, yet turn around and decisively issue a death order.

Her image was never reflected in his iris-colored eyes.

Wow... Could his true form be a ghost?

Fuyuki blinked, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Gokotai's hand, gripping it tightly as if she felt insecure.

Finally, as if that wasn't enough, they interlocked their fingers and leaned against the short swordsman.

"Master...?" The sensitive little dagger, puzzled, braced himself against the sudden outburst and pulled his dependent master into his arms. He did not resist the little tigers around him and gradually surrounded Dongshu.

"It's okay, let me hug you." Fuyuki put aside his wild thoughts, took a deep breath of the sense of security emanating from his own sword, and instantly felt full of strength again.

Hasebe frowned, sensing something was wrong, and quickly moved closer to take a good position behind Fuyuki.

Mikazuki Munechika: "..."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "..."

The two blades exchanged a glance.

Forget it, I won't stoop to the level of a knife that's only been born for a short time.

Dazai Osamu and the Nakahara were isolated by the tsukumogami.

The leader, dressed in a black overcoat and wearing a red scarf, stood quietly to one side. He looked up at the girl who was surrounded by a crowd of admirers because of her slight discomfort.

His eyes revealed no emotion.

But when Fuyuki raised his eyes and met the other person's gaze...

Those were many moments of disorientation.

It's like asking when the other person has seen such a scene before.

I've seen her surrounded by her swords.

Dazai Osamu, who was standing to the side, had never been seen by her like this before.

When did she see it, and how? Dongshu didn't understand, but her keen, almost animal-like senses allowed her to instantly grasp the other person's emotions.

I don't want to connect! It's a complete mess...too complicated.

No matter which timeline Dazai Osamu was in, Fuyuki couldn't understand him.

What is she thinking now? Has the scene before her stirred up some deep memory for her? Honestly, she doesn't want to do reading comprehension exercises, she just wants to do a task!

She looked away, but it didn't matter that she didn't understand.

She won't stay in this world forever.

I used to be constantly guided by the paper of world consciousness, heading towards Dazai Osamu's side.

There are dangerous battles, and there are also peaceful falls into the water.

During Mafia battles, raindrops will fall on your face, and blood will splatter from your cheeks.

It is an intense world, one that does not belong to ordinary people.

Suddenly, a violent commotion arose in the distance.

"Owner--!"

Urgent and urgent shouts accompanied the sound of swords being drawn.

Blood splattered onto the gleaming, sharp blade, yet some fish still managed to escape.

Dongshu blankly wiped the dampness from her cheeks, then held her fingers up to her eyes, where a glaring, bright red color shone through.

It's blood.

"I'm fine."

The past and the present suddenly overlap.

Raindrops began to fall from above, then grew larger and larger, turning into a torrential downpour in just a few breaths.

The group quickly ran towards the direction of the commotion. After passing several ruins, they saw a familiar figure.

Atsushi Nakajima.

However, it's the teenage version.

He was being attacked by a group of twisted creatures wielding swords. His supernatural abilities allowed him to barely hold on, and his beast-shaped arms displayed immense power, but he was clearly at a disadvantage.

"Atsushi," Fuyuki called out his name softly.

Atsushi Nakajima turned his head as if sensing something, his white hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his pupils dilated with fear: "Dazai-san! Watch out behind you!"

He didn't know Dongshu.

His hurried gaze swept over the group of people, only catching sight of one familiar figure among them.

Dazai Osamu felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly turned around and saw endless, sword-wielding creatures suddenly appearing and rushing towards them.

"Troublesome," Fuyuki clicked his tongue softly.

Before the words were even finished, and before the gravity could even register, the sharp swords beside them flashed like lightning, crushing the first monster that lunged at them to the ground. The swords were sharp and indiscriminate, clean and swift, instantly severing its head.

Those things...

Dongshu looked closely, but a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

“They are not the Time Travel Army.” Mikazuki Munechika shook his head, his beautiful eyes now filled with coldness.

The swords never stopped, swiftly slicing down any approaching enemy with ease, without any sense of obstruction.

It was as if nothing had been touched.

"Huh? This is quite an interesting scare." Tsurumaru Kuninaga curled the corners of his mouth and glanced at the creatures that were very similar to the Time Travel Army.

As the swords slashed through the air, those who had fought this creature countless times instantly sensed the difference.

Dazai Osamu frowned, rushed towards Nakajima Atsushi, and touched the other's shoulder. The next second, the strange creatures surrounding them vanished instantly.

It's a special ability.

The crisis was resolved quickly.

“Dazai-san…” Atsushi Nakajima gasped for breath, his eyes shining with worry and urgency, “What happened? I woke up to find the whole city empty, and these strange things have appeared…”

There was nothing there, not even the members of the detective agency or the pedestrians you usually see on the street; everything had lost its vitality.

“We don’t know either.” A glint of light flashed in Dazai Osamu’s eyes, followed by a smile. “Atsushi-kun, do you sense anything is amiss? Aside from what we can see right now?”

Chuuya Nakahara clicked his tongue discreetly.

Such skillful deception could only fool this boy who resembled, yet was different from, the "White Reaper."

Atsushi Nakajima, finding nothing amiss, shook his head in confusion: "No, it's just that I feel a little dizzy right now, and I think I've forgotten something..."

"Atsushi, do you remember what you did yesterday?" Fuyuki asked thoughtfully.

"Yesterday?" Atsushi Nakajima looked up at the unfamiliar girl who had suddenly asked the question, but he didn't sense any malice.

Upon hearing this question, his expression went blank for a moment: "It seems I received a request... Strange, I can't remember? It was clearly my mission..."

The world still has bugs, well, it's not a big deal, it's all the world's consciousness's fault.

That's good.

It wasn't even fixed yet.

Dongshu looked up at the sky; the cracks were still there.

At this moment, the memories of the entire Yokohama still exist. The margin of error is not yet sufficient, so only a few people have appeared, and they are not even from the same timeline.

Soon, night fell.

The group quickly found rooms where they could stay temporarily.

Fuyuki sat obediently in Mikazuki Munechika's arms, her long hair cascading down her back, soft and smooth in the hands of the tsukumogami.

The shadow in the corner shifted twice.

A rare moment of tranquility, but what lies hidden beneath this tranquility is anyone's guess.

Hasebe stood by the window, gazing into the distance. He saw... but he saw nothing.

His expression was serious, without a trace of anything unusual. He decisively turned around, brewed a cup of hot tea, and handed it to the young Saniwa.

I probably won't be able to sleep tonight either.

"Alice," Fuyuki suddenly spoke, "Can you hear me?"

Upon hearing the sound, Jiren quickly entered combat mode.

"Huh? How did Fuyuki-chan find me?" Suddenly, a girl with long blonde hair appeared in the empty room.

With a sweet smile, she ran towards her friend.

"It feels like we're on the same wavelength. That's great! We were discovered so quickly."

Fuyuki blinked, still sitting in Tachi's lap.

Has he become a superpowered being? That's a really convenient ability.

She pointed to her cheek, looking thoughtful: "Hmm... it's probably because I really like Alice. Alice-chan is so incredibly cute. No matter where she is, I can immediately sense her cuteness."

She winked playfully, then changed the subject: "Of course, I can find Uncle Sen even if he's disguised as Alice."

Alice remained expressionless. With her hands behind her back, she tilted her head and smiled, saying, "Rintaro? He's gone. Fuyuki-chan, can you help me find him? Even though he's a very annoying adult, he can't just suddenly disappear like that."

After a long while, the person in front of him did not respond.

Alice asked again, puzzled, "Fuyuki-chan...?"

boom--!

A huge sound of the building collapsing rang out in an instant, and Chuuya Nakahara, who was in a room not far away, immediately got up.

"Enemy attack?"

No, he didn't sense any murderous intent.

A supernatural light shone around him, and he quickly went outside, only to see the place shattered everywhere.

The buildings that were barely habitable just moments ago were instantly turned into ruins.

Standing in the center of the ruins was Dongshu, who was relaxed and carefree, with a smile on his face.

The frail girl raised her right arm, pointing straight ahead, her palm seemingly still carrying some lingering strength.

And at the end of the goal—

"...Huh?"

It's Alice.

The former leader's special ability manifested in a loli form.

Dazai Osamu quietly approached him and silently commented, "Interesting, he appeared so quickly."

Having been informed about the current situation, Atsushi Nakajima nervously observed the scene before him.

He pursed his lips: "Everyone's way of showing up is so......"

He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Apart from Atsushi Nakajima, everyone present was a member of the Port Mafia. At this moment, the progress of restoring world consciousness seemed to have forgotten the balance of the triangle.

Fuyuki noticed the three people huddled together and casually raised her hand to greet them: "Did you sleep well?"

The three people who hadn't started sleeping at all: "..."

The building was completely destroyed, and Alice suddenly appeared but was knocked down... they probably had no desire to sleep at all.

The tsukumogami, who should have been fighting, stood aside, concealing their true forms, allowing the Saniwa to stand in front of them.

Fuyuki received no response from the three people. She smiled, not caring, and turned around, walking step by step toward Alice, who was embedded in the distant wall.

"Uncle Sen, what mischief are you plotting now?"

Sharp branches and fragments of the wall were crushed directly underfoot.

Alice peeled herself off the wall, leaned on her knees and gasped for breath. Then she raised her head, and her beautiful, delicate, doll-like face revealed the shrewd calculation that should have belonged to Mori Ōgai.

Mori Ougai coughed twice, then spoke in a sweet, cloying voice: "No, Alice would never do anything wrong."

The strange way the world is restored merges Alice, who possesses supernatural abilities, and Mori Ougai, the owner of those abilities, into one. When they open their eyes, in the world being reconstructed, they still see the familiar Fuyuki.

Black and soft, so fragile, yet it can easily command the powerful warriors around it.

He just couldn't figure out those mysteries.

So when the opportunity arose, he couldn't help but approach again, and it was only natural that he was discovered and attacked, except...

As Mori Ougai watched the girl walk towards him step by step, his exhausted and worn-out body suddenly straightened up.

The opponent's strength was just as great as he had imagined; they were indeed not a fragile child. His suspicions were confirmed, which made him feel incredibly refreshed.

The feeling of being threatened with death was forgotten.

interesting.

The bad things I did before have been completely exposed.

What does that lovely Alice mean to the other person?

The answer is self-evident.

They are good friends.

Dongshu stopped in front of him, reached out her fingers to stroke his cheek, carefully feeling every inch of it.

Alice is a girl who loves sweets but is also spoiled and willful.

However, at this very moment, this beautiful body contains a man who, like an AI, calculates every single benefit.

Fuyuki was a little angry, feeling like she was always being deceived.

The spiritual energy that had been depleted from his body in an instant began to recover.

The urge to attack arose and was then suppressed.

She's really not helpless...

Feeling the skin beneath his hand gradually tighten, Fuyuki withdrew his hand and let it fall to his side: "You want your own body?"

Mori Ougai, with her adorable face, nodded and said in a soft, sweet voice, almost coquettishly, "Mmm, I want Rintaro, Fuyuki-chan."

They were completely at ease, and even though they had just been beaten up, they still came over very affectionately.

Fuyuki: "..."

If Alice really acted like that towards her, she really wouldn't be able to resist wanting to help.

But but but but but! !

She really, really, really, really!!

No!

No!

After venting his anger, Fuyuki calmed down, but his thoughts were stuck in place as if he had short-circuited.

An older man who pretends to be a little girl and acts cute like a child.

Fuyuki closed his eyes.

This world really has broken down, hasn't it? We definitely need to speed up the restoration process...

[Author's Note]

Update is here! [doge emoji with rose in hand]

By the way, everyone, is my author name easy to remember? I'd love to know! [ear emoji]