He seemed to not want him to die.

After being knocked away once again, Chuuya stopped in mid-air, panting heavily.

Every time, he was just a little short, and even when he hit the "book," it completely absorbed his power.

"Looks like you've run into a little trouble?"

In a daze, Chuuya seemed to hear a strange yet familiar mechanical voice.

"6499?"

"Long time no see, host."

However, now is not a good time for catching up, and Chuuya clearly realized something.

"Do you have a way to deal with this thing?"

6499: "I can absorb the power of the 'Book,' but that will cause the 'Book' in your world to disappear."

“That’s great, that’s what I need to do.”

Zhong hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise; this thing could actually disappear.

6499 was somewhat puzzled: "Host, won't you reconsider? This is a treasure that can change reality."

"The world four years from now has become so 'wonderful' because of 'books,' making it disappear is a perfect solution; otherwise, we'd be welcoming a truly new world soon."

Chuuya told a hellish joke, then suddenly thought of the future he heard when he first met the system, and then thought about what he was experiencing now. What a 'colorful' life! (Reading with a cold, sentimental tone)

Chuuya now just wants to throw the source of everything as far away as possible, or even make it disappear completely. The system says it can absorb it now, and if it weren't for one more problem that hasn't been solved, Chuuya would have packed it all up and thrown it to the system.

6499 could sense that Chuuya truly thought this way, and understood that time was of the essence. Without hesitation, he directly told Chuuya the solution.

"As long as you touch the book, it's fine, even for a second or a moment."

OK

Chu also changed his battle plan. Touching the book would definitely require close combat. He needed to use the turtle shell of that thing and launch high-frequency attacks on one spot to prevent those things from recovering. Only then would he have a chance to touch the book.

Chuuya clenched his fists, a confident smile spreading across his face. At least it was good news, unlike before when he was completely clueless, wasn't it?

Chuuya charged forward once again without hesitation, while Dazai below frowned, his eyes fixed on the intense battle in the sky, his phone already composing a message that hadn't yet been sent.

Chuuya began to gather gravity balls in his hands again, this time taking much longer than before. Chuuya was preparing for a one-hit kill, as he was already starting to feel exhausted from the long battle, but this was still much longer than his usual battles.

He knew it was all because of that extraordinary encounter four years ago, when someone from another world took a liking to him.

Chuuya quickly threw the two gravity balls, each containing unimaginable power, to the location where the "book" was hidden, and at the same time, he flew like an arrow towards the location where the attack landed.

At the moment the gravity ball exploded, he reached out and quickly grabbed the "book," completely ignoring the aftershocks that caused his fingers to bleed profusely.

Chuuya thought that if he could see the comments right now, they would probably be filled with people lamenting that he didn't care about his health at all, and people who cared about him.

After all, 6499 was now making a sharp, explosive sound in his mind, but it was the best solution he could think of at the moment.

Just as he had expected, Chuuya's fingertips touched the "book," or if it could still be called a hand.

Is that all?

"Yes! That's fine!"

As Chuuya lost consciousness, his last thought was that he could actually hear anxiety and sadness in the mechanical system voice.

Dazai found Chuuya without much effort. Heaven knows, when he saw Chuuya rushing towards the enemy like a moth to a flame with a doomed spirit, Dazai had already decided where to bury Dostoevsky.

When Dazai found Chuuya, he could hardly believe that the bloodied man in front of him was Chuuya. His hands, which were the most severely injured, showed the white bones, but because he had not yet recovered from the tainted state, he kept throwing gravity attacks around him.

Without hesitation, Dazai rushed towards Chuuya's location. Chuuya also realized that there was another living being in front of him, but the attacks he threw at the creature dissipated before they even touched it.

"You can rest now, Chuuya."

With a sigh of sadness, the newcomer gently stroked Chuuya's neck. Dazai didn't even dare to touch Chuuya's hands now.

After Chuuya completely passed out, Dazai lifted him up in a princess carry and glanced back at the building where Dostoevsky was, which had already been affected and collapsed.

That's good, at least I don't have to deal with it myself. Dazai turned and headed towards the detective agency's current base.

In a place that 6499 called the System Space, Chuuya sat cross-legged on the ground. In front of him was a small ball of white light and a blank "book".

Chuuya was curiously flipping through the "book" when he got bored and threw it aside, his gaze shifting to the glowing little ball.

"Weren't you asleep? I thought you were going to never wake up."

"Because the energy was only enough to support my arrival in this world, and the remaining energy was used to maintain the display of the bullet screen, I had to fall into a deep sleep. I only woke up this time when I felt the energy."

"Energy is a 'book'? How do you plan to absorb it, and what changes will occur after you absorb it?"

"I don't need to be asleep anymore! Of course, there should be some other functions as well, but I'll only know after I've absorbed them all."

Hearing the somewhat excited mechanical voice of 6499, Chuuya's lips curled up slightly.

"However, I will first use its power to restore the memories of those ordinary people, making them forget what happened today, and then I should fall into a short sleep."

"Do as you say. I really don't want this thing to appear in Yokohama again; it's too dangerous."

Chuuya urged the system to absorb it quickly; indeed, it was better for such a troublesome thing to disappear as soon as possible.

Zhong watched as the originally pure white and harmless little ball of fur opened its enormous maw, which was clearly disproportionate to its body, and swallowed the book whole.

"...Quite a unique way of absorbing nutrients."

Chuuya rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on his body, feeling that this scene was a bit of a sanity drain.

Gogol was drawn by the loud noise from the sky. He was excited to be chased by ordinary people as soon as he went out in the morning, because it meant that his best friend, Dostoevsky, had made his move.

After casually granting eternal freedom to the ordinary people blocking his way, Gogol prepared to go out to find his best friend. However, he clearly underestimated the terrifying power of the entire city mobilized. Gogol gave up and decided to avoid his sharp edge for now and act later that night.

Hearing the loud noise just as he decided to go out, Gogol smoothly changed direction and headed towards it.

However, it was clear that his timing wasn't ideal; he only witnessed the ending from afar. But he found his best friend! That's the most important thing.

Gogol ran towards the other person with a happy smile, and sure enough, he found his best friend by following the place where the commotion was the loudest.

But before he could reach the location, the building where the other person was located collapsed with a roar, and his intelligent but physically weak friend fell from the high-rise building like a kite with a broken string.

Gogol felt his blood rush backwards for a moment, all the sounds around him disappeared, and the scene before his eyes began to slow down. He couldn't quite describe how he was feeling.

When he regained consciousness, he was already rummaging through the rubble, trying to find the person in the world who understood him best.

But he died, and from then on, no one in the world understood him anymore. He should be free now, but why was he so sad? Tears streamed down his cheeks. Gogol took off the playing card mask from his eyes, his face filled with unyielding sorrow. He... didn't seem to want him to die that much.

But it all seems to be a little too late.

"...cough...cough cough...Gogol?"

A faint sound rang out, and Gogol did not miss it.

Gogol suddenly turned around and ran towards the direction of the sound, his eyes filled with a joy that he himself did not realize.

Dostoevsky lay on a large pile of rubble, the stones supporting him forming a triangle, which fortunately saved him from dying on the spot.

"Feijia...Feijia!"

Gogol carefully removed the stones from Dostoevsky's body, knelt down beside him, and held his hand.