Chapter 65 About the Returned Anomaly

However, things did not proceed as Dazai Osamu had predicted.

To be precise, what he said was originally correct, but it is no longer correct.

Upon receiving notification of the alien's escape, X instructed those remaining at the company to take containment equipment there.

By the way, find Dazai Osamu, who is bored out of his mind and amusing people there, to keep an eye on things beforehand, so that Mori Ougai, who is there for some unknown reason, won't suddenly die due to triggering the management regulations.

Chuuya Nakahara, who had come with them, also took the opportunity to say goodbye.

Li Xiang, who came with X, suddenly appeared like Adam turning into an apple, pulling out a small mirror from who-knows-where.

This was an agreement between Adam and Rimbaud.

After regaining his memories, Rimbaud remembered the true way to activate his superpower—instead of fighting himself, he was actually a summoner.

As a former intelligence agent, he absorbed many corpses with various superpowers through the interdimensional space, one of which was a deal he made with Adam.

The corpse's special ability in life was synchronization, which allowed it to communicate with its counterparts in other worlds and to be used on others, but only on one person at a time, and could only be used once in its lifetime.

Therefore, he, who had once been a transcendent being, treated it as a useless thing and put it aside.

However, this time they made the best use of the resources.

The orange-haired, blue-eyed boy saw himself in that small mirror, or rather, a ball of black flame.

That was himself, no doubt about it, Chuuya Nakahara knew that perfectly well.

"Chuuya-kun," the long-haired man who had just been so hospitable to them suddenly spoke, his tone still gentle, but the words he uttered were completely different from when he had been treating them, "Do you remember the explosion seven years ago?"

The orange-haired boy looked at his reflection in the mirror, at the blazing black and red flames, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to say? Or, what do you know?"

"I had my doubts, and now I'm finally sure."

The long-haired man unleashed his supernatural power, and a dark golden subspace rapidly expanded outwards from his body, encompassing not only Nakahara Chuuya, who was questioning him, but also Adam's destiny and the suitcase that had just provided the items.

They were placed in a safe corner. His only purpose was to kill Nakahara Chuuya, read his information, and bring him back. This was his mission in coming to this country.

X looked at the orange-haired boy being beaten and pinned down: "Did... did Adam make you do this?"

Li Xiang was still holding the small mirror in his hand. Upon hearing this, he nodded: "The teacher said that this was part of his deal."

Okay... fine, okay what?! Li Xiang, you're going to ruin your savior!

Over there, Nakahara Chuuya was thrown out of the turbulent alternate dimension, crashing through the living room wall and rolling to the edge of the stairs, where rubble landed on him.

X didn't know what Li Xiang was feeling at the moment, but he knew that if Li Xiang knew he had personally participated in this, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life, so...

"Li Xiang, is their deal simply to let you use the mirror to confirm Zhongyuan Jun's identity?"

"Yes, teacher, our transaction is over."

That makes things easier.

The black-haired youth didn't actually come alone; he was also carrying a pomelo shaped like Snow White.

The orange-haired child was struggling with all his might, but to no avail. Then, one withered, dark green vine after another began to spread rapidly toward them.

Branches burst forth rapidly from the apples, instantly touching the two combatants. Rimbaud used his supernatural abilities to remove these annoying things.

However, his supernatural ability failed, and the withered vines completely ignored his commands.

He carried the barely alive Nakahara Chuuya in his hands and turned to look at the source of the anomaly.

The red apple-like object in the hand of the man who looked exactly like Adam was gone, replaced by an extremely tall figure.

Red apples form "her" head. "She" looks like a monster princess who stepped out of a cult picture book, wearing a dress-like thing, and her tall body almost touches the ceiling.

The man with golden eyes stood behind "her," looking at them expressionlessly. Li Xiang, who had just been assisting him, ignored him completely, as if they were strangers who had only met once.

He did it on purpose. Did he know about the monster's existence? Is this his special ability?

Facing the two who were clearly against him, Rimbaud activated his supernatural ability. He had already seen that there were no vines or thorns under their feet, so his supernatural ability could still be used there...!

"cough……!"

The French intelligence agent, who had lost half of his superpower control, coughed up blood. He had not been doing well in the Far East these past few years, and his physical condition was much worse than when he was still in France.

He felt a sharp pain coming from his legs, which were buried in the vines, and then the pain spread throughout his body, stimulating the hidden injuries from the explosion seven years ago that he had not fully recovered from. He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes.

He mustered his strength to look at the orange-haired boy in his hands.

Chuuya Nakahara was not tall, and he was lifted off the ground by Rimbaud, thus escaping death by sheer luck.

The next moment, his alternate dimension began to slowly dissipate.

The "princess" still stood there gracefully, never moving, but the ever-spreading branches and thorns never disappeared. Even though the subspace had been removed, they still covered the interior of his house, which, together with the broken decorations and shattered bricks, made it look even more desolate.

As the alternate dimension disappeared, the man's body fell downwards, with thorns below. He could foresee the consequences of his fall, and in what might have been a second, or perhaps an unknown amount of time, he saw it.

The man with golden eyes reached out his hand to the "princess," as if inviting this monster "princess" to dance. Accompanied by the rustling sound of branches rubbing together, the "princess" extended her withered arm into the man's hand.

The rest of Rimbaud was no longer visible; he had fallen heavily into the thorns, foreseeing his own death and knowing there would be no turning back.

Chuuya Nakahara opened his eyes. He hadn't expected to survive. Where was that terrifying man?

This is an unfamiliar room, with nothing but a single bed.

The orange-haired boy easily got off the ground. He wasn't injured at all. He frowned and looked at himself. Was what just happened a dream?

No, absolutely not.

His clothes had changed; they were made of a very fine, soft fabric, something they couldn't afford.

Finally, the orange-haired boy spotted a tiny icon in an inconspicuous spot inside his sleeve, and fell silent.

This icon doesn't look good. It's a picture of a nail driven deep into the brain. Could he have been captured by Rimbaud and taken to some mad scientist's mysterious research institute?

Thinking about the sci-fi movie the little sheep watched together a few days ago, Chuuya Nakahara became more and more convinced that his guess was true. No, he couldn't just sit here and wait to die.

The boy tried to push the door open, and surprisingly, it wasn't locked.

He peered through the crack in the door and saw that it wasn't the security guards or watchmen in the movies, but just a few scattered people in suits or strange clothes passing by. They all had one thing in common: none of them paid any attention to him, the outsider.

Suddenly, a faint crackling sound of electricity came from above the corridor, followed by a somewhat familiar voice:

"Good morning, staff and office workers. Today's work will be a bit challenging and we'll be short-staffed. I hope you're prepared."

After that, a young woman's voice came through on the other end:

"You have half an hour to prepare. Please return to your respective work stations as soon as possible."

Then, Nakahara Chuuya saw everyone in the corridor disappear in less than a few seconds, as if they had been wound up.

The once bustling place suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Seeing that no one was around, the orange-haired boy pushed open the door and walked in the direction they had left.

The corridor was long and all the corridors looked exactly the same. Every now and then, a pattern identical to the one on his sleeve would be painted on the wall. Was this the organization's logo? The boy wondered as he continued forward.

Until—I bumped into an acquaintance.

"Pfft... Hahahaha!"

At just one glance, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but burst into loud laughter, no longer caring about concealment.

That pesky mackerel was wearing a pink dress and holding a magical girl-like wand.

"You..." Chuuya Nakahara, who was laughing so hard he could barely speak, managed to finish, "I never expected you to have such a quirk."

The person opposite him showed no reaction to his words; his expression was unusually serious. He asked:

"When did you wake up? Never mind, you should go back to your room quickly, today's work needs to start."

"Hey, are you alright? Why do you look like that?"

Dazai Osamu didn't expect Nakahara Chuuya to wake up so early. Should we praise him for truly being the vessel of Araha?

"Anyway, you should go back quickly, or it will be too late."

After saying that, he hurriedly left.

However, Dazai Osamu, in his rush to get to work, overlooked one thing: this place was like a maze, and Nakahara Chuuya, who was new to the area, would not be able to find his way back on his own.

The company is in complete chaos because the supervisor didn't come back on his own; he brought another supervisor with him.

And this white-haired manager was even more of a bombshell; he brought back a whole bunch of bizarre anomalies!

It is said that while the employees were resting, the most mysterious department on the lower level expanded the company overnight.

As a result, not only did all the employees who were originally supposed to take turns resting return to work, but there were even vacancies. Even Dazai Osamu was called back to fill in for him, this time as a regular employee.

In the monitoring room, X looked at the expanded departments on the monitor with a sense of despair. It wasn't scary that there were more anomalies, but it was scary that there were more of the ones he had rejected.

Let's leave aside Snow White's apple for now. He didn't even want to look at Aina and the strange baby, not to mention the other miscellaneous anomalies...

as well as……

"Where's Honglu?" he asked Angela.

"The tuner went to find Binah."

"Um?"

Why is there an extra employee in the control department? That little guy isn't wearing a suit, so he's not an office worker.

X checked again and found there was indeed one extra. He swore on his accuracy in hitting the dog in the skin with a single shot.

Before work began, he zoomed in on the surveillance footage from the control room.

"Is this Lord Zhongyuan? He's awake?"

He asked Angela, and the blue-haired secretary nodded, confirming his guess.

The announcement came on again: "Nakahara Chuuya-kun, please leave the work area immediately. Repeat, leave the work area immediately."

Chuuya Nakahara finally remembered who the voice belonged to: it was X's voice, and he also worked here.

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Author's note: X: Adam, come back with me.

Adam: OK!

So what is the cost?

I should update around 11 PM tomorrow. [heart][heart]