Chuuya, you're out of character!

When Dazai turned his head, he was struck by the stubbornness in Chuuya's eyes, like a child who was determined to get candy.

"So, Dazai, what are you thinking...?"

Dazai quickly looked away, his eyes lowered, as he looked at the wrist that Chuuya was holding. Chuuya's hands were actually very beautiful, but now they were a little pale because he was gripping his wrist so tightly. Usually, they were covered by his black gloves, as Chuuya was completely covered in black.

Dazai didn't know why he was thinking about these things; had he gone too far off-topic? But now his brain had been blown to smithereens by Chuuya's words. It was all Chuuya's fault, after all.

"What I think is obvious, isn't it? I have no interest in dating men. Chuuya, you should know that best. Do I have to say it so bluntly?"

What I've always been searching for is to die together with a beautiful girl! I only have ordinary colleagues in my life, ah—besides, we've been separated for 4 years already.

So, Chuuya, let's stop. This flawed relationship is a product that shouldn't exist. I can pretend this never happened.

Dazai opened his mouth, searching for his own voice for a long time. Finally, he heard his own voice, which was calm yet hurtful, because Chuuya on the other side looked like he was about to cry.

Saying things that would make Chuuya give up his disappointment was easy for Dazai, and he watched as Chuuya slowly loosened his grip, just as he had expected.

Dazai told himself that this was good enough. Although he didn't know why his heart suddenly felt like it had been ripped out, with intense pain and emptiness, this was good enough. So he should hurry up and restore things to normal. It was all just an absurd dream he had.

Chuuya felt a wave of dizziness. The sun had finally sunk completely, and the biting sea breeze that came with the night took away the last bit of warmth from his body, leaving Chuuya stiff. Perhaps because his expectations were so high, the fall was especially painful.

Dazai's tone was light and airy, like a feather, but as he got closer, it turned into the sharpest blade, slowly torturing his true feelings and mocking his self-delusion and self-pity.

It was like a compassionate deity, advising a child who had gone astray, causing Chuuya to gradually loosen his grip on Dazai's wrist.

"Perhaps you are right, but I will never think it was a wrong relationship, nor will I regret my choice."

As Dazai calmly turned to leave, Chuuya clenched his fist and slammed it into Dazai. Neither of them uttered another sound.

Dazai coughed up blood, and Chuuya left first. He wanted to leave in a more dignified way, but he didn't want to stay here for even a moment longer. When he reached a place where he felt Dazai could no longer see him, he immediately used his superpower to escape quickly.

Dazai lingered in place for a while, then spat out another mouthful of blood before slowly leaving. Like a walking corpse, he wandered aimlessly through the city streets. Later, he simply jumped into the water, trying to clear his mind.

I can't take it anymore... I'll just click the mouse first.

I didn't win either...

I cried so loudly.

[Dazai deserves to be single; he deserves to never be a winner in life.]

【We need you, Ash Slaughter】

[As a student mental health representative, I'm feeling uneasy.]

Even the student counselor is feeling down.

Despite 6499's constant attempts to comfort him, the system was still very worried about the host's current condition.

"It's alright, host, goodbye is goodbye. The next one will be better. There are plenty of high-quality men in your world. That Russian guy from last time was pretty good, and his looks were comparable. Plus, he was the enemy of the previous guy. Although he has some issues with his thinking, we can use him to annoy that blind man. If you don't like him, we can go to other parallel worlds and find someone the host likes. I'll think of a way to bring him back to the host."

"Is it possible that he is also my enemy? And what kind of bandits are we? Kidnapping people in other parallel worlds? It's not like I can't live without a breakup."

Although Chuuya was still very sad, the system's interruption calmed him down a bit.

"Host, you've finally paid attention to me. Let's ask for leave and go to another world to recuperate. Out of sight, out of mind. Yokohama is too small."

"good."

Chuuya quickly agreed to 6499's suggestion. 6499 was right about one thing: Yokohama was still too small. He really didn't want to see that bastard anymore.

With a clear plan in mind, the action-oriented Chuuya immediately began preparing, finding something to do so he wouldn't be sad about the breakup.

"Chief, Eldest Sister!"

With permission granted, Chuuya entered the leader's office, where he had visited that morning.

"Chuuya should be resting at home right now. I don't want to hear anything about work from him."

Ozaki Kouyou looked at Chuuya with a dangerous gaze, while Yasha was already standing beside her, ready to draw his sword.

"Chuuya-kun must have something urgent to do that makes you come here again. Even if Chuuya-kun requests to continue working, I won't agree."

Mori Ōgai added with a smile.

"I want to extend my vacation."

Upon hearing this, Yasha changed direction, and Mori Ougai, who was being stared at, innocently waved his hand at Momiji.

"I'm glad to hear Chuuya-kun say that. Our Mafia's workaholic has finally remembered to take a break. So, how long do you plan to rest, Chuuya-kun?"

[Official memes are the most lethal]

After being heartbroken, Chuuya actually decided to take a break! Dazai did something good (?)

[Haha, Momiji looks like she's ready to draw her sword if Mr. Mori disagrees.]

[Chuuya, you're out of character!]

However, it wasn't entirely because of heartbreak; he was also curious about other worlds!

"I need to take a six-month break!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the entire office fell silent for a moment. Mori Ougai's hand trembled, and the Yaksha was withdrawn.

"May I ask what Chuuya-kun is planning to do?"

"I'm going on a trip. Yokohama shouldn't have any more problems for a while, so I plan to relax. Of course, if anything comes up, I'll be back soon. So, Chief, is that alright?"

Zhong also said very seriously that he had thought it over carefully. The biggest uncertainty factor, "the book", had already been given to 6499. Two of the script team members were from Yokohama, and another had gone back to Russia. No matter what the others did, they couldn't cause any trouble. At worst, he could come back. Anyway, the system could transfer the data very quickly.

"Of course, Chuuya-kun. We're not a heartless company. It's good for you to take a good rest. As long as you remember to come back after your trip, Chuuya-kun, that's all that matters."

"Thank you, Chief."

Hongye waited quietly by the side until the two reached an agreement, then asked Chuuya with a hint of suspicious excitement.

"Do you need me to go shopping with you for some travel clothes?"

"Big sister, there are still so many of the ones I bought last time that I haven't worn yet!"

Chuuya reluctantly refused the older sister's offer to buy him more new clothes. He hadn't worn many of the clothes she bought last time, but this time he could take them to the other world. He wouldn't have to weld his hat to his head anymore. This time, he had to prove that his sense of style was absolutely perfect! It was definitely not like what someone said!

Besides, why doesn't that hat look good anymore? He's been wearing it for so many years, it's clearly so nice.

"Then I'll be leaving now."

"Have a safe journey, Chuuya-kun."

"Have fun while you're at it."

[Mori's father is like an elderly man left behind; both of his children have run away.]

[This is hilarious! As long as Chuuya-kun remembers to come back after his trip, what a humble statement!]

Is Mr. Mori afraid that Chuuya will run away too?

If I had the chance to choose clothes for Chuuya...

I support making Dazai's character undergo a "wife-chasing cremation" (a dramatic, dramatic process to win back his