Chapter 4

Just as Rokudo Mukuro was fast asleep, he suddenly jolted awake. Something was wrong. Given his level of alertness, it was absolutely impossible for him to be sleeping so soundly that he couldn't even perceive his surroundings.

He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

This immediately activated his mental energy, raising his vigilance to its highest level. What exactly happened?

Just then, a voice rang in Rokudo Mukuro's ear:

"Mr. Bones, Mr. Bones..."

Upon hearing this voice, Rokudo Mukuro's body ignited with indigo flames, and he opened his eyes to look in the direction from which the voice came.

But when he opened his eyes, even he, the world's number one illusionist, was somewhat stunned.

He often created dreams and was adept at illusions that conjured up various scenes, but he was still somewhat shocked by the scene before him.

The vast and boundless universe is eternal and mysterious. Distant galaxies and planets, like gems polished by time, radiate their own light under the cosmic canopy.

The flickering light seemed to be telling an ancient and profound secret.

And he stood there in the sky, like a tiny grain of sand.

Even someone as proud as Rokudo Mukuro, standing in such a universe, has to admit the insignificance of humanity.

After his initial shock, he quickly regained his composure. The person who had dragged him into this situation was definitely not an ordinary person, and even he himself wasn't confident he could escape.

Rokudo Mukuro turned his gaze to the place where the sound had come from, but found no trace of anyone.

"Kufufu... You pulled me in, but you're still hiding and won't come out?"

After the words were spoken, silence fell. Just as Rokudo Mukuro was about to intensify the Dying Will Flame, that ethereal yet mechanical voice rang out again:

“…Um, Mukuro-kun, I’ve always been here…”

Rokudo Mukuro looked closely, but still couldn't sense anyone's presence.

"Here, here!"

Not far away, a sphere emitting white light bounced twice.

Rokudo Mukuro's lips twitched. So the one he was talking to wasn't a person, but a planet? But was it really okay for it to jump around like that?

No matter how shocked he was, he remained fully vigilant: "What are you?"

The sphere of white light slowly moved towards Rokudo Mukuro, finally stopping at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, and then answered his question:

"I am the world consciousness..."

Before he could finish speaking, Rokudo Mukuro burst out laughing:

“kufufu…”

Rokudo Mukuro can perform illusions, his body emits death flames, he has met Byakuran, who has a delusional chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) and wants to become a god, and the people he knows all have some unscientific skills... but he just doesn't believe in gods.

A world consciousness entity? Isn't that just telling him that he is a god?

Rokudo Mukuro smiled as he gazed at the sphere in front of him. "Do you think I believe you?"

As a sphere of world consciousness, it pays close attention to the children with great fortune in its world. These children are its favorites, so it can naturally see that Rokudo Mukuro does not believe what it is saying.

Its voice carried a hint of helplessness: "I really am the world consciousness entity. You are the master of the world's foundation, so you should be able to sense the energy within me, right?"

It released a wisp of its energy, which drifted toward Rokudo Mukuro.

Having worn the Vongola Rings for decades, Rokudo Mukuro was naturally familiar with this energy. He fell silent for a moment, and the smile on his face could no longer be maintained due to this sudden change.

He slowly withdrew the indigo flames.

"...So, you are a god?"

"Of course not, I am the world consciousness, I am the world, not a god!"

"Okay. So, what's your purpose?"

Rokudo Mukuro was no saint; he always believed that there was no such thing as a free lunch. Who knew what this thing was up to when it came to him?

He looked down at his small, fleshy hands, a glint of darkness flashing in his eyes. Even though his current height wasn't ideal, anyone who underestimated him would suffer.

"Actually, I was the one who made you reborn after death."

The white, glowing sphere spoke hesitantly.

Rokudo Mukuro remained noncommittal, his expression enigmatic.

The world consciousness noticed that Rokudo Mukuro's face showed no shock, so it continued:

"I gave you a second chance at life and brought you back from the dream so that I could ask you to do something for me."

Rokudo Mukuro raised an eyebrow: The world consciousness entity asking him to do something, I've never seen anything like it before...

The world consciousness paused for a moment, then exclaimed inwardly: So cute!

Raising an eyebrow on the adult Rokudo Mukuro is all about a charmingly wicked look; but on this five-headed chibi-style baby, there's only one word: adorable!

Tell me about it.

The world consciousness swayed again, a firmness creeping into its mechanical voice:

"I want your help to save the world and bring peace to other worlds!"

Rokudo Mukuro choked, "Say it again."

The world consciousness entity satisfied his needs:

"Save the world, become an ambassador of peace!"

Hearing such melodramatic words for the second time, Rokudo Mukuro's expression had completely calmed down. However, the World Consciousness's words still echoed in his mind: Save the world? Peace?

He couldn't help but ask, "Shouldn't you be asking that evil mafia boss, Sawada Tsunayoshi, about this? After all, he's the man who saved the world in middle school!"

His tone was laced with amusement, yet also with a hint of seriousness. Frankly, he was quite self-aware of his own character. Asking him to save the world and become a peace ambassador? Wasn't he afraid he'd turn into a rioter?

At this moment, the world consciousness spoke again:

"Do you think I didn't want to? But who told you to be the first one to die out of your group! Look at you, from childhood to old age, all you ever did was party and cause trouble, never caring about your own health. Do you know how heartbroken I was when you died? Do you know how much effort I put into getting you all a second chance at life...?"

The world consciousness's tone was full of disappointment and resentment as it kept rambling on and on.

The more the World Consciousness spoke, the darker Rokudo Mukuro's face became. What did it mean? He had been conscripted by it and was now blaming it for dying young?

Under Rokudo Mukuro's dark expression and oppressive atmosphere, the World Consciousness finally stopped the conversation and concluded with: "...So you all need to take good care of yourselves for the rest of your lives!"

"Kufufu... So what exactly did you do?"

The World Consciousness entity also returned to its previous tone, offering an explanation for Rokudo Mukuro.

In the entire universe, there are not only parallel worlds, but also different smaller worlds. The rules of these smaller worlds are not very stable and need to be supported by the world consciousness.

Therefore, multiple world consciousnesses devised a clever method: to send a person with great fortune into these smaller worlds to help them stabilize the world's rules.

The world that Rokudo Mukuro lived in was one of them.

Once the method was devised, they began considering candidates. Coincidentally, Rokudo Mukuro, that man of great fortune who caused all sorts of trouble, finally died.

The consciousness entity of the world he belonged to then suggested that he come.

Thus, the combined energy of multiple world consciousnesses allowed Rokudo Mukuro to be reborn with his memories intact.

That's the whole story.

"So, Mukuro-kun, please help me out!" The World Consciousness looked at Rokudo Mukuro expectantly with its non-existent face.

Rokudo Mukuro thought for a moment, then smiled and agreed: "Kufufufu... Okay, I agree."

How could he not get involved in something so interesting?

"But you need to tell me specifically what I need to do?" Gathering information is a basic skill for an excellent illusionist.

The World Consciousness entity replied, "Go to different small worlds, make contact with those of great fortune in those worlds, and change the course of their destinies."

Rokudo Mukuro blinked, a cute smile spreading across his face: "But how would I know what their original destinies were like?"

"Or do you know their original fate trajectory?"

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. Fate is something invisible and intangible; no one knows if it even exists. Yet, even so, he would not allow anything to control his own destiny.

"Of course not!" the world consciousness hurriedly retorted, "How could anyone possibly control their destiny? A slight change at a crucial moment can drastically alter the course of a person's fate. The destinies of all people in the small worlds are in their own hands."

Rokudo Mukuro's paranoia was exceptionally severe; he certainly wouldn't abandon his doubts based solely on the World Consciousness's one-sided account.

"If that's the case, then why should I be asked to change their fate?"

"Because the world is imperfect! This leads to many flaws in the world..."

After the explanation from the World Consciousness entity, Rokudo Mukuro reluctantly believed it to some extent.

"There's one last question: if I end up in another smaller world, what happens to my original world?"

To his enemies, Rokudo Mukuro was cold, ruthless, and a devilish man. Yet, he reserved the softest part of his heart for his comrades.

He has Chigusa and Inu by his side, and they just escaped. He's worried about those two little kids, Chigusa and Inu.

Hearing the softening in Rokudo Mukuro's tone, the World Consciousness was particularly pleased, and its voice rose:

"Don't worry, going to other small worlds is just your soul becoming aware of them. No matter how long you stay there, returning to your original world is only the time it takes to dream. When the 'dream' ends, you'll be back. But you must remember, it's not a real dream, but a real world."

"This is a perk I specially negotiated for you!"

The World Consciousness spoke to Rokudo Mukuro as if it were seeking praise.

Rokudo Mukuro smiled gently. He knew that the consciousness in this world truly liked him.

"I'm really looking forward to my next trip to another world!"