Chapter 135: The Scene in Yokohama "Are you going to hate me for this?"...

"Ah, with the Port Mafia desperately short of people, I really don't want to run into Mr. Mori. I'm sure he'll be dragged down and exploited day and night."

Dazai Osamu's voice was weak and his steps were slow, delaying the time of meeting Mori Ogai in person.

"Huh?"

So why would you follow me here on your own initiative?

The players were puzzled.

Perhaps because his facial expression was so easy to read, Dazai Osamu drooped his eyelids and said casually, "In the end, there's no escaping it anyway."

Fushimi Kyoji wasn't sure what the look in his eyes meant. The player followed Dazai Osamu's reaction and asked, "Mr. Mori, will you give us a mission?"

Faction mission!

Additional attribute point bonus!

"It's not Mr. Mori's style to leave his subordinates alone without thinking too much. It's more like being able to endure for this period of time... What's that scary expression? Are you looking forward to it?" Dazai Osamu blinked in disbelief, and even his voice disappeared for a moment.

Fushimi Kyoji tilts his head in confusion. Choose to talk to him for more information.

"Does the mission require any preparation in advance?"

The feigned surprise faded from Dazai's face, and he perked up a bit. "Mr. Mori is an environmentalist who believes in continuous recycling. He wouldn't let his subordinates go to waste so quickly."

...It sounds like, after a while, it 'wears off' and it doesn't matter anymore.

"If it's not a dangerous mission, it's definitely a troublesome one..." Dazai Osamu deflated, but still raised his index finger and suggested to the player, "If you want to be prepared, you can bring that esper with you."

Dazai Osamu didn't mention the exact person he was referring to, so the player eliminated the names of people they knew one by one and came to the conclusion: "...Mushitaro-san?"

Mushitaro Oguri has clearly expressed his resistance to the Port Mafia several times, and is unwilling to have any further contact with the Port Mafia or the players.

It should be difficult to convince the other party to cooperate?

"Have you tried threats?"

Seeing the player's dazed expression after he said this, Dazai blinked and changed his words, "What I mean is to persuade them sincerely, using both emotion and reason."

After saying this, he even blinked innocently, assuming that the player had clearly heard what he said before.

“…I’m not used to it.”

Fushimi Kyoji silently turned his head away.

"That's not something Dazai would say at all."

"Hmm?" Dazai Osamu leaned closer curiously. "Then what image do I have in Fushimi's eyes?"

"The kind of person who is deep-minded, very good at gossiping and scheming?" The player made an objective evaluation based on his impression of Dazai Osamu.

"Your impression of me... is quite accurate!" Dazai Osamu said indifferently, even nodding in agreement. "I'm just such a sinister, scheming, hopeless wretch. So what? Should you hate me for that?"

There was pure curiosity in his eyes, as if he wanted to see deep into people's hearts.

In contrast to the straightforward gaze that could be considered offensive, Dazai Osamu made almost no body movements and just stood there - as if the person being questioned was himself.

That was a very convenient distance to retreat. The player suddenly had this thought.

Once a difficult personality in real life becomes a symbol given to a character, it will often be highly sought after.

By analogy, Dazai Osamu should also be quite popular in the forum.

"No." The player met his gaze. "Even if Dazai is such a sinister, scheming, and hopelessly bad person, I will still like Dazai."

No one would distort or misinterpret this statement as any other kind of liking.

If you just express your love in the literal sense, the words may be too simple and seem ordinary and bland.

Dazai Osamu conveniently skipped over the previous topic and acted disgusted as usual: "Eh - it's really scary that you can say such disgusting things casually. Could it be that this "liking" has no standards and you can say this to anyone?"

So Fushimi Kyoki started counting the people he had a crush on on his fingers: "Mr. Chuuya, Mr. Alice Mori, Mr. Mushitaro, Mr. Hirotsu, Mr. Ranpo, Mr. Yumeno, Mr. Fukuzawa, Mr. Oda..."

Dazai Osamu's eyes slowly turned to the side, looking at an unknown place. "What? Isn't this just talking about everyone I know?"

Muttering some complaints under his breath, Dazai Osamu stopped procrastinating.

After spending several times longer than usual to walk through the corridor, the two arrived at the leader's office.

The first thing I saw was the drawing papers scattered all over the floor.

Traces of crayon scribbles can also be seen on the corners of some documents.

Fushimi Kyoki picked up one at his feet.

It seemed to be a piece of paper that Mori Ogai used to write down any thoughts that came to his mind at any time. Now, under Alice's "destruction", the content on it was almost unrecognizable.

There was a place that was specially circled with a red pen. The player's gaze paused there for a few seconds, and he could barely piece together an unfamiliar word from it.

"A supernatural power business license?"

Mori Ogai paused as he rubbed his forehead, then nodded in realization: "Hmm, so Alice used it as drawing paper."

Between Mori Ogai and the trash can, the player hesitated briefly and handed the paper in his hand back to Mori Ogai.

He glanced casually over it. "It just contains some scattered thoughts. It's not a very important document."

"However, the supernatural power business license..." Mori Ogai sighed sincerely.

As a qualified subordinate, you should worry about what your leader worries about and be concerned about what your leader is worried about.

Seeing the leader's regretful look at this moment, as if he has endless troubles that he wants to talk about, he should:

Dazai Osamu looked up at the sky and down at the earth, turning a deaf ear to Mori Ogai's sighs.

Nakahara Chuuya has a clear understanding of his own identity and keeps his mouth shut when it comes to sensitive topics.

Player...Player She bravely attacked!

"What is a supernatural power business license?"

The moment the question came out of his mouth, the player realized that the item that could light up supernatural powers might be a little different from what he had imagined.

It sounds like an official document similar to the 'Witness Protection Program'.

"With a supernatural license, you can legally organize supernatural activities."

Mori Ogai was very pleased with the steps his subordinates had brought him, but at the same time, an expression of annoyance that he could not fake appeared on his face.

"For example, the Port Mafia, which doesn't have a supernatural power license, is an illegal group that could be shut down by the authorities at any time."

"Thankfully, the previous generation passed away. While the Port Mafia hasn't completely stabilized, I guess we won't have to worry about obtaining a supernatural license for the time being."

Player: oO?

Did you just hear the word 'fortunately'?

Dazai Osamu took the initiative and explained nonchalantly, "As for the source of the supernatural power business license... it can only be issued by the official, unless the Port Mafia makes a great contribution to Yokohama, or repels a powerful invading force..."

His expression darkened, and within his unpredictable smile, a hint of malice emerged. "The Special Ability Division will probably give the Port Mafia a business license, as if it were alms."

"Dazai!" Nakahara Chuuya frowned and interrupted Dazai Osamu.

Mori Ogai waved his hand, telling Nakahara Chuuya, who had spoken out to defend the leader's dignity, not to pay attention. He, on the other hand, had a very humble and sad face, and confirmed Dazai Osamu's statement.

"It would be great if a foreign force could descend from the sky."

Mori Ogai's depression only lasted for a short time. He quickly calmed down and revealed his true intentions to them.

In order to obtain the support of the Inugami-gumi, the prerequisite is that all the yakuza organizations in Yokohama and the port mafia must have an unshakable absolute position.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Dazai-kun."

…

"It's great, I can call people over and send them away at will, treating them like little dogs."

Without the ecstasy that he should have felt at being valued by his leader, Dazai Osamu hunched his back, not wanting to use any strength at all: "If I become the leader of the Port Mafia, I won't have to be ordered around by Mr. Mori anymore."

"Ha, are you dreaming?" Nakahara Chuuya retorted without thinking.

Dazai Osamu shook his head seriously. "It's not as difficult as you might think. Just like how Mr. Mori killed his predecessor, he could secretly form a coalition with a few officials and then, when everyone's minds are at their most confused, finalize the whole thing. That would be a successful usurpation of the throne."

The player was the first to express a different opinion: "Eh... I feel like the leader's job isn't that easy. I hardly see Mr. Mori getting any time to rest."

"I've already told you, he's just playing the victim to deceive his innocent subordinates into working for him. Don't believe it!" Dazai Osamu waved his hands childishly, as if this could stop Mori Ogai from torturing the players.

After walking for a distance with Dazai Osamu, the player discovered that there was one person missing who was not catching up.

Fushimi Kyoji turned his head and saw Nakahara Chuuya standing still as if struck by lightning, his mouth opened unconsciously and his pupils trembled.

"It's better to cover the little slug's ears while its brain is blank." Dazai Osamu, who had already pressed his hands tightly on his ears, gave a friendly reminder.

"Dazai——!?"

Nakahara Chuuya's high-pitched voice, which was extremely penetrating, suddenly became the only sound that could be heard.

"Dazai, you bastard! You're telling me this deadly secret here. Do you want everyone to know that the leader succeeded by killing his predecessor?"

"Chuuya!" The player was horrified and had no choice but to shout louder to drown him out, hoping that Nakahara Chuuya would listen to her advice. "Don't use such a loud voice to emphasize the fact that Mr. Mori usurped the throne!!!"

The mafia members on both sides of the corridor all turned their backs to the few people and faced the wall, trying not to make any sound: "..."

"——Then you should stop right there!"