Chapter 89 About the Plan

X's height was just enough to put him above Dazai Osamu and the others. As soon as he pressed his head down on the two children's heads, he paid the price for his curiosity.

It was a square metal box with two cameras on it. Most importantly, there was a keyhole in the very center of the box, and inside the keyhole was an eye.

X remained silent. X was eager to know which genius had put this gloating here, or where this thing came from.

The alternate entity doesn't give X time to figure things out. Unlike the gaze of others, the supervisor's gaze is the most important thing to Him.

So this HE-class anomaly, which hadn't even been contained, perked up—physically perked up—after sensing the gaze of those golden eyes.

He extended four mechanical legs like a spider or a crab, and swiftly stabbed at Verlaine's hand. Yes, he was now in Verlaine's hands.

As He moved, the iron box, originally the size of a Rubik's Cube, rapidly grew larger, reaching a height of two meters including its legs. The sound of mechanical friction was loud as He raised a chainsaw, intending to cut up the annoying group that had surrounded Him.

The chainsaw was spinning so fast it seemed to be grinding sparks in the air. Just as it was sharpening its blade at the onlookers, everything stopped—the eyes and the high-speed rotating blade came to a halt.

The reason is simple: the supervisor who saw something he shouldn't have closed his eyes, and not only did he close his eyes, he turned around completely, ensuring that the person he wasn't supposed to see was out of his sight.

Without even saying a word, the sound of employees ganging up on the metal box could be heard behind X.

X sensed a strange malice, a gloating feeling. Was this part of your plan? If there weren't so many people watching, he wouldn't have come over. Damn it, I've been tricked!

Soon, a square iron box was smashed open and filled with round eggs. Rimbaud's ability carried it to the containment room, while the other ability users began cleaning up the damaged site. Soon, the place was exactly the same as before.

"Wow, what is this thing?" Dazai Osamu, who had never seen gloating before, was particularly self-righteous as he covered his eyes.

X Death, eyes wide open, stared at the two gloating figures. "Haven't you seen this Dazai Osamu before? Haven't you seen that other Dazai Osamu before? You've seen Rimbaud too! Why are you two watching so intently?!"

Wearing a black suit, Dazai Osamu turned his head innocently and pulled Camus aside, saying, "Were you scared? Let your brother take you to play!"

He tried to run away, but couldn't be pulled away. Upon closer inspection, the child seemed somewhat familiar.

For him, who was constantly starting this day anew at Lobotomy Corporation, the memory of seeing the larger Camus was almost the same as his memories from his previous life, not to mention that the current Camus was still in the appearance of a child.

Camus discovered his supernatural ability had disappeared the moment he came into contact with him—not just suppressed, but completely gone. This child could eliminate other people's supernatural abilities!

Dazai Osamu looked at him suspiciously, "Hurry up! The supervisor will be here soon..."

Before long, a hand belonging to X had grabbed the back of the restless child's collar, and then a gentle voice came from behind him:

"Dazai-kun, what exactly are you looking at here?"

Subconsciously, the child, who had just been watching with great interest and gloating, shuddered. It was just an uncontrollable conditioned reflex; after all, it was the first time X had spoken to him in such a tone, and it was terrifying.

Even ten deleted data entries dancing around him wouldn't be this scary.

Meanwhile, Rimbaud, adhering to the principle of "better to die than to die himself," winked at his long-lost partner from the same world, intending to slip away while his supervisor's attention was focused on Dazai Osamu.

Verlaine received the familiar code after seven or eight years and instinctively wanted to retreat with Rimbaud.

"Where are you going, Rimbaud?" It was still that gentle, almost tender voice.

Yes, he's finished too. Dazai-kun, I'm coming to join you.

"Supervisor, would you believe me if I said I thought it was a model made to imitate gloating?"

"Do you think I believe you?"

X's usually expressionless face suddenly broke into a smile, and the devil uttered words that reminded Dazai Osamu of that unbearable past.

"It seems Li Xiang can't work overtime anymore lately, he's very tired, so..."

The boy seemed to have anticipated his fate, and his face quickly turned ashen.

"Why don't you consider studying under him? He really likes you. Go and report to him when he wakes up."

Sure enough... Dazai Osamu took two steps back, slumped into a chair, and became a soulless, gray-white sculpture.

Looking at his suddenly despairing self, Dazai Osamu in this world was somewhat bewildered. He knew Li Xiang, who was a good person in a broad sense, so why was he reacting this way?

X's golden eyes shifted to Rimbaud. He was puzzled. It was normal for Dazai Osamu to act up, after all, he was just a child. But why was Rimbaud watching from the sidelines?

Before he could even speak, Rimbaud took the initiative and said, "I was wrong." His admission of wrongdoing was so swift and decisive that it shut X up.

As he spoke, the tall French youth with long, wavy hair leaned slightly closer to the supervisor and said something in a very low voice. Then he stepped back confidently, as if he was certain that the supervisor wouldn't make a mistake, and nodded at him.

He then left with his two French colleagues, as he needed to speak with them alone.

X watched the departing figures of the two adults and one child, unsure how to react. Rimbaud had actually taken on the task of abducting someone, but it would probably be much easier for him to abduct Verlaine than for X himself.

But... why does it give him this strange feeling that he dragged his partner into the water to escape punishment?

Osamu Dazai, wearing an ornament named "Eye Lamp" on his head, watched the whole thing. Now he was curiously poking at his otherworldly self, who had been turned into a sculpture. He was extremely curious about what Li Xiang had done to "himself" to make him turn into this state after hearing Li Xiang.

Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of relaxation, he didn't realize he had accidentally blurted it out.

The sculpture turned its head frame by frame, its voice filled with despair: "That's hell..."

Looking at his own gloating expression, a certain employee surnamed Dazai, who was about to be forced to go to school, thought he could take another one down with him. For no other reason than that his own expression was just too irritating.

"Stop looking, he's not our family..."

The supervisor understood Dazai Osamu's meaning, but halfway through the conversation, he suddenly remembered his own child's previous level of education. He looked at the child who was fidgeting, but this child was already working. He shouldn't be like his own child, right?

As it turns out, the supervisor overestimated the educational level of the Port Mafia. If there were no unexpected events and the undercover identity was excluded, the most educated among them was the leader, Mori Ougai. The rest of them were either dropouts or graduated from prenatal education, with no regard for academic qualifications.

"Dazai-kun, would you like to take a vacation?"

Dazai Osamu turned to look at X and asked, "Mr. X, are you planning to let me go back?"

X didn't expect to be asked such a question. Oh right, this kid has been working for me for a long time without pay. He's not my employee, so it's not right for me to keep keeping him.

Moreover, Mori Ougai came over today. Although he didn't say it explicitly, X felt that he was there to ask for people back, but he just didn't want to say it directly.

"You can leave today if you want."

"Huh?"

Both Dazai Osamu were startled by the sudden announcement of the release. The Dazai Osamu of this world had only asked casually, but it turned out he could really leave.

"So I'm really leaving?"

Seong Seonjae, who was still installing the sculpture, suddenly grabbed "himself": "You can't leave."

Normally, neither Dazai Osamu nor any other person would be someone to be manipulated, but this time he sat down following "his own" force.

He just wanted to keep the poor "himself" company. It was definitely not for any other reason, and it certainly wasn't because Mr. Mori was bored. No, absolutely not.

Unaware that he had fallen into a trap, Dazai Osamu missed the knowing look on "his" face. What could be happier than finding someone to suffer with?

The answer is—no!

*

X glanced at the gloating, uneasy look on the faces inside the doorway, who seemed to have caught his gaze, and asked Angela, who was beside him, "Do you know why He is here?"

Angela tilted her head, her light blue hair swaying slightly: "Before I left with you, He was still in the containment chamber."

This means that the schadenfreude only emerged after they left the company.

"Adam? No way?"

Is he really that bored? He's making a schadenfreude out of it like a little figurine.

Angela heard X's words but gave him a rather strange look.

In fact, after losing his assistant, a white-haired man, with his eyes closed, compressed the large box into a small one and accurately airdropped it to L Company's current base.

After all, while X was still alive, he wouldn't be swayed by others' gloating; he could already imagine X's expression when he suddenly met that eye.

The white-haired supervisor leaned back, shifting his weight to the rear, his pale face illuminated by the light from the monitor screen, which showed the Bai Gan Band performing.

Haha, another day of working for nothing! Maybe I should add some more trouble to X's life.

"I think you're right."

After spending time with Adam, Angela realized one thing: Adam wasn't that reliable either; in fact, neither of them was very reliable.

"It really is him?!"

X couldn't help but admire Adam's boundless energy; after a long day at work, he still had the energy to get things done.

He wanted to say something more, but Angela forcibly muted him.

"Supervisor, I have to remind you, it's already early morning, shouldn't you be going to sleep?"

A manager was sent to bed by his secretary. Perhaps he was too exhausted, because he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Angela was about to leave when she suddenly saw something familiar on the table next to her. It was a red, oval sphere that, despite being made of metal, looked like an inflated package.

This should be a red clock, and it looks like the one she put away, or rather, it is that one.

So here's the question: why did something that she should have kept or hidden appear in X's room, and why was it so badly deformed?

A female ghost, who had no physical form but had been secretly observing, subconsciously whistled. She knew nothing about it, hehe.

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Author's note: Am I early today? [starry eyes][starry eyes]