Chapter 37 Fourteen Days of Part-Time Work

I felt more lost than ever before.

It's been more than half a year since I first encountered the system, and I've never encountered this situation before.

Lately, one thing after another has happened. Starting with my unexpected encounter with Osamu Dazai while shopping with Mr. Ranpo, events that have deviated from the trajectory of daily life have been like surging waves, one after another.

I get tired of piecing together even the most trivial things that I can manage, let alone things that are beyond my control.

[What happened?]

[Unable to perceive the entity, unable to confirm.]

[I didn't ask you to give the correct answer right away... Is it okay to consider the possibilities?]

[Received. It is speculated that an accident occurred to the physical body, causing the connection with consciousness to be severed.]

[What could possibly happen? I'm not sleeping on the street or in a garbage dump.]

The system clearly cannot provide an answer.

well.

I still need to think about it myself.

First, I confirmed that my memory was correct.

The last time I closed my eyes was on the sofa in the apartment with Gojo-sensei.

The atmosphere was clearly not conducive to sleeping, but I was just too tired and sleepy. My eyelids were drooping and I felt like they were glued shut, so I just leaned against Gojo-sensei and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was in the underground prison of Agency No. 7 of the Special Abilities Department.

They also had the heavy responsibility of listening to Fyodor next door spout his mystical ramblings every day.

The problem is with the main body... what kind of problem could it be?

"Or?" Fyodor called me again.

I looked back at him and suddenly realized that this was a way out.

I asked with utmost seriousness, "Fyodor, break out? Now?"

Unless Yokohama is bombed, everything else has to wait. Right now, the only thing I need to do is get out.

I can't predict what other people will do, nor can I tell if they've noticed anything wrong with me. If anything unexpected happens, I can only rely on myself.

Fyodor: "?"

He paused for a moment, then smiled, a slight hint of illness in his expression: "Okay."

I didn't really doubt that Fyodor could take me with him on the escape.

Having spent these past few days with him, he's clearly someone who speaks with conviction. So when Fyodor said he wanted to cleanse the sins and create a world without superpowered individuals, my first reaction wasn't to doubt or dismiss it as a joke, but rather, "As expected of you."

There are always some people who, for no apparent reason, make you feel that it's their duty to do what they do.

The inky sky, instead of numbers, tells me it's nighttime, and there are always many things at night that aren't suitable for daytime.

I looked back and saw that Agency No. 7 was faintly visible in the night.

Fyodor walked ahead of me, wearing a white woolen hat and a heavy white coat, making him easily visible even in dim lighting.

He said, "Or, I'll take you back to the base first."

"?" I asked, puzzled. "What base?"

He stopped and turned to look at me: "I forgot to introduce myself, my organization."

"?" I remained skeptical, thinking to myself that there are quite a few organizations in Yokohama.

"I belong to the 'rats in the dead house' category."

"..." Upon hearing this name, I paused for two seconds before saying, "Excuse me for being blunt, but does your organization have a small number of people?"

"Why do you say that? Is it because you've never heard of this name before?"

“That’s only a small part of the reason. The most important point is—the name isn’t very auspicious, Fyodor. Nobody wants to join an organization called Dead Rat.” I paused, then continued, “I don’t know who your boss is?”

Fyodor didn't hesitate at all: "It's me."

I:"……"

"Or, there are rats all over the streets, and rats know everything."

“Alright, Fyodor, let’s not talk about the rats anymore. I only have one thing to say now.”

Fyodor tilted his head: "Hmm?"

“I can’t go back to base with you right now, Fyodor. I have something to take care of. It’s very important, and I have to go now.”

He seemed to have expected this: "Is that why you suddenly agreed?"

“Yes.” I nodded. “No one can guarantee what the consequences will be if I don’t go, but I can guarantee that I will come back.”

I may not be a good partner for Fedor to achieve his MLM dream, but I'm back for the sake of that promise.

As for that distant, indistinct place, much like the unpredictable future of the No. 7 building behind us, we can only take it one step at a time.