Chapter 141: I was tricked in Yokohama...

"Anyone who dares to be an enemy of the Port Mafia..." Nakahara Chuuya's face was solemn, and his clear voice was now as cold as ice.

A dark red light clung to his hands, easily shattering the debris flying towards him. His striking ochre hair then came into view. No emotion could be seen on his face, only the subtle downward curl of his lips revealed his suppressed dissatisfaction.

The cobalt blue eyes revealed determination and an indescribable madness, and one couldn't help but want to believe what the other person said.

"—I'll crush them with gravity!"

Nakahara Chuuya's expression was completely captured by the cameras pointed at him.

Player: I really think it’s a love reveal!

Several cameras were filming what was closer to a solo show for Chuuya Nakahara, delivering some domineering lines and coolly displaying the destructive power of his superpowers. They spared no effort in choosing angles and positions, striving to etch the impression of power into people's cognition through the lens.

Fushimi Kyoji watched the half-finished product he filmed, hmm...

What a thrilling Port Mafia recruitment video!

Perhaps inspired by the leader of the Inugami Group, Mori Ogai gathered several of his officers and trusted subordinates and announced that he would immediately make Nakahara Chuuya the external face of the Port Mafia.

As for why this candidate was Nakahara Chuuya, I don’t know what Mori Ogai considered. Assuming that the standard was established based on Fushimi Kyoki’s preferences, perhaps it is because Nakahara Chuuya’s special ability effects are the coolest.

"Is this some kind of propaganda video for the Port Mafia to demonstrate to the outside world?" Oguri Mushitaro tried to hold back, but when he saw that everyone was filming Chuuya Nakahara from all directions, he said sourly.

Zhong Yuanzhong asked back in the same unhappy tone: "I'm the one who wants to ask you, why are you here?"

The reluctance that had originally lingered on Oguri Mushitaro's face was replaced by a fearless look that was a mixture of disgust and a bit of smugness. "Is this how the Port Mafia treats new colleagues?"

Haha, when I think about the leader who summoned him alone not long ago and was terrifying in every way, and that weird little girl.

...In short, he would never show weakness in front of Nakahara Chuuya!

Nakahara Chuuya tutted, "Why should I be nice to you just because of this?"

Oguri Mushitaro, who had been keeping an eye on the players' movements, noticed that the other party was not paying attention to the conversation between him and Nakahara Chuuya, but instead showed curiosity about the filming equipment over there and subconsciously walked forward.

His original momentum immediately deflated like a punctured ball, and he stopped challenging Nakahara Chuuya. He inched closer to the player, shouting at him with a clearly weak tone, "Asshole! Don't get so far away from me!"

Compared to being completely confused about Oguri Mushitaro's attitude of changing his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book, Dazai Osamu's ridicule of him was much more straightforward.

"He can say such shameless lines without batting an eyelid, and he doesn't feel ashamed at all. He is worthy of being the gravity user of the Port Mafia~" Dazai Osamu read incoherently.

Nakahara Chuuya looked at him strangely: "Huh? What's there to be ashamed of?"

He was not led by Dazai Osamu as usual.

"I don't think it's shameful to openly expose your own boundaries from the start. Those who know their boundaries but still dare to cross them are people who don't deserve respect. In other words, they are my enemies."

"Since they are enemies, we must defend them just as we would defend our own dignity. We must demonstrate a strong attitude and absolute, overwhelming power, so that they dare not act rashly."

The players applauded: "Chuuya! So principled!"

Nakahara Chuuya suddenly lost his temper, feeling somewhat helpless: "Don't be so flattering..."

Dazai Osamu looked at the earlobes that showed through Nakahara Chuuya's hair and said excitedly, "Here, here—someone needs to touch up their makeup!"

"Hey!" Nakahara Chuuya shouted in an attempt to cover his ears and steal the bell.

Fushimi Kyoji turned his head to look at the two people, and Nakahara Chuuya shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Dazai just smiled.

When seeing Dazai Osamu, players think of Rimbaud’s words.

"Well, Verlaine..." Dazai Osamu showed no surprise at the fact that the player would come to him, and he dragged out his voice with pretended hesitation.

Not seeing the amused reaction he'd hoped for on the player's face, he instantly abandoned his original plan and replied in a flat, flat voice, "He's a domineering individual with Transcendent-level power... In short, he's quite a headache."

"After all, it's a man-made weapon that has no sense of belonging to either humans or non-humans! Super-strong."

He stretched out his hands, using this method to let the players understand the degree of power he described. The only eyes that could be seen curved up in a smile, with clear malice flashing in them: "Brainless little slugs are most likely to attract such people."

His voice softened, and he muttered in a frivolous tone, mocking no one in particular:

"...This kind of mentality that no one can understand becomes extremely distorted over time."

It's a mission.

Fushimi Kyoji was solemn.

Since it’s mentioned so repeatedly, it must be a mission, right?

The players didn't care that much about Verlaine.

After emphasizing Verlaine's strength, Dazai Osamu made it clear that the other party would target Nakahara Chuuya.

The player made a decision.

"Has Fushimi noticed anything unusual about Dazai-kun recently?"

On the way to the leader's office to report on the mission, Mori Ogai asked the player with a slightly troubled tone, like a worried parent: "Is it the generation gap? I feel like I can't understand Dazai-kun's thoughts anymore."

"Hehe, would a child of Fushimi's age find the concern from his elders annoying? But there's nothing I can do about it. After all, Dazai-kun is also a child I watched grow up."

The player said to Nakahara Chuuya who was reporting to him through the door: "Stare..."

Mori Ogai's lips remained curved, and he asked gently, "Are you still listening, Fushimi?"

After receiving the order to eliminate the hostile organization, Nakahara Chuuya took the lead like an arrow from a bow, fighting against an entire organization alone.

The Black Lizard member holding the camera turned back silently and asked the player for instructions: "Master Fushimi..."

Player: Watch...

Nakahara Chuuya was about to go into the men's restroom.

Player: Watch...

"Hey!" He finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Rather than feeling ashamed or angry, Nakahara Chuuya's expression was more one of helplessness.

"Go ahead." He put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin, and signaled the player to explain.

As the two of them got to know each other better, he rarely behaved in such a rude manner.

Do I need to ask why?

If he had stopped them a little later, they would have followed... and someone would have done something even more rude.

Players don't think it's a secret.

After telling the truth, Nakahara Chuuya's expression gradually became strange.

“…Ha, so that’s how it is.”

He pulled his hand away, nodded in understanding, then shook his head. "However, no matter how powerful the unknown enemy is... I would rather die with dignity than be guarded like this with no privacy."

He pointed at the [Male] sign.

Fushimi Kyoki chose [Roulette Expression] - [Crying]: "I don't want to die in Chuuya."

Seeing the tears suddenly flowing, Nakahara Chuuya was panicked for a while at first, but later he found that the player was just crying with a blank expression, and then he came to his senses from his bewildered state.

"I'm really happy that you're worried about my safety." Nakahara Chuuya organized his words, looked at her seriously, and his tense expression relaxed slightly.

He was a little speechless: "...But I'm not dead yet."

The cobalt blue eyes that unconsciously fell on the tear marks on the player's face shifted away silently.

Nakahara Chuuya's gesture of extending his hand was turned into a clenched fist midway, which he put in front of his lips and coughed lightly. Without looking at the player, he handed over a brand new handkerchief with his other hand.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After hearing the retelling, Dazai Osamu laughed heartily, pretending to wipe the corners of his eyes with his fingers, as if he was delighted. "You can imagine that the little slug's expression at that time must have been very interesting."

Dazai Osamu didn't seem to be worried about the enemies that might appear at any time. When asked about it, he just blinked and said, "There's no need for that."

"We sent that assassin king away a while ago. He'll probably be stuck in Europe for the rest of his life. He won't be thinking of coming to Yokohama for another year or two."

"Hmm... There will be danger if you tell Fushimi about this. Something interesting will definitely happen." He curled his eyes in amusement, "Just like what happened just now."

I was tricked...

Player: "Dazai."

"Hmm?" The person whose name was called opened his eyes wide and moved closer without any precautions.

The player said thoughtfully: "Let's play a game where I pretend to shoot you in the head, but there's actually no bullet in it."

“Eh—!?”