Putting gender aside

[Gender aside, isn't this another form of praise?]

Don't give up yet.

[She's about 1.6 meters tall, looks like a student, and is very pretty. Every single twist she makes is enough to make Chuuya furious.]

[Thank goodness Chuuya left early, otherwise he definitely would have jumped out and started a fight.]

Chuuya: Thanks for the invitation. I didn't know before, but now that I do, I'm already thinking of going back to Yokohama to beat up that bespectacled guy.

This pointed description gave Dazai a bad feeling. His previously joking expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal and continued to ask casually.

"So, when you bumped into him, he didn't drag you into an alley and beat you up or give you a good scolding, right? After all, I've heard that the Mafia wears all sorts of sleek black suits every day."

After saying this, Dazai stared intently at Kunikida's reaction, while Kunikida Doppo, who was deep in thought, did not notice Dazai's unusual behavior.

"No, although that gentleman was very angry at first, he was very generous in forgiving me later. Besides, I had seen the Mafia from afar before. Although they were all wearing suits, that gentleman was also wearing an overcoat and a very nice hat. Although he was not tall, he had a strong presence. Dazai, you are overthinking it."

Kunikida Doppo adjusted his glasses and gave his analysis, completely unaware that the people around him were almost stunned.

[Dazai, you're overthinking it]

Whether he thought it through or not, only Dazai knows what he was really thinking.

[Wearing a very nice hat, about 1.6 meters tall]

[Dazai's guess was so obvious, how could you not guess?]

[Former Mafia boss, wearing a coat, is named "Zhi".]

What do you think, Dazai?

"What? I thought it was some kind of stalker. If you're only 1.6 meters tall, you probably can't even keep up with Kunikida-kun's pace. You're so short, why are you wearing a hat? Is it to make you look taller? Looks like I was just overthinking it."

Dazai shrugged and said the words in a flippant and casual tone.

"You're actually grateful! If it weren't for their generosity in forgiving me, you'd still be hanging from a tree right now."

Kunikida seemed to have gotten used to Dazai's frivolous attitude, but he still couldn't help but reprimand him.

"Oh dear, oh dear, it's only when it comes to short people who are only 1.6 meters tall that I can't feel grateful!"

Dazai Osamu exaggeratedly took two steps back, a look of disgust on his face.

Kunikida Doppo adjusted his glasses. "Whatever you want, because you still have two unfinished requests, and..."

"Okay, okay, I got it."

Dazai Osamu leisurely crossed his hands behind his head and followed Kunikida Doppo slowly behind him.

Oh no, it's really over. We'll really have to wait four years to see each other again.

[But Chuuya appears so often in this series, it's great even though he's always working (whispering)]

[It hasn't been long, and he's already abroad again. The Mafia in that shady port exploits its employees.]

I admit that I could also challenge Ango Sakaguchi to a duel against the strongest working-class person.

[Sakaguchi Ango is still better.]

...

The focus of the discussion in the comments shifted, and Chuuya glanced at it but didn't glean any important information, so he stopped paying attention.

As he continued working, the phrase "the ultimate working man" kept replaying in his mind. Staring at the documents in his hand, the veins on Chuuya's forehead twitched slightly.

Chuuya put down the documents in his hand, rubbed his temples, and didn't dwell on it for long. Since he couldn't stand it today, there was no need to force himself. He would rest for a while and relax. After all, his own people were here, so even if something went wrong, he could get over in time.

Life gradually returned to normal afterward, and even the comments section disappeared. Everything before seemed like a fantastical dream.

Chuuya stood on the edge of a high-rise rooftop, looking down at the city that had quieted down in the night. One hand ran through his hair and rested on the back of his neck, stroking the pendant that the system that had called itself 6499 had left him, saying it contained an unexpected surprise.

The cool pendant clung to his skin, reminding him that it wasn't all a hallucination.

Chuuya closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In the past four years, he had initially been punishing those superhumans who caused the disturbance, and later he had been searching for the mastermind behind all of this in Europe, while also quelling the war here.

The mastermind behind it all seemed to know that their actions had been discovered, but they remained calm and collected, as if they were toying with them. They kept throwing out bait to lure them in, only to withdraw it just as the hand was about to be found.

Several key figures who had been captured with great difficulty committed suicide by poisoning themselves just before their interrogation. This time, Chuuya finally adopted the mentality of "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free" and interrogated everyone, eventually finding someone who knew the truth.

Although the information we have is incomplete, it is sufficient.

"House of Dead Rats."

A dangerous smile crept across Chuuya's lips. With a clue, finding the person wouldn't be difficult. Besides, after toying with him for so long, it was time to let those rats taste the power of gravity.

Chuuya waited quietly. Although he couldn't find that person himself, there were many people in the organization, and now that there were clues, he believed that the Port Mafia's intelligence department would give him a satisfactory answer.

The communicator in his hand vibrated. It wasn't a regular channel, but an encrypted line with the highest level of intelligence authority. Chuuya opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and answered the call.

A specially processed, emotionless voice came through the phone, briefly stating an address coordinate.

Chuuya's pupils suddenly contracted, and the corners of his mouth curled up wider and wider. The anger of being manipulated and led by the nose for the past two years found an outlet at this moment.

Chuuya's joints creaked as he squeezed them, and a deep red aura representing gravity indicated that the floor beneath his feet was being crushed by the weight.

The next second, Chuuya soared into the air, leaping from the top floor and transforming into a red meteor, flying rapidly towards a certain location.

In an old town that was about to be abandoned, Chuuya Nakahara landed precisely on top of a shipping container. The metal beneath his feet groaned under the weight of the impact, twisting and deforming, and emitting plumes of smoke.

"Found you, mouse."

Chuuya's eyes, sharp as knives, were fixed on the slender figure in a white coat in the shadows below, clearly targeting the person beneath his hat.

Zhong also knew that this was the mastermind behind the scenes who had been stirring up trouble in Europe all these years.

Fyodor Dostoevsky.

Dostoevsky had his back to him, seemingly admiring some beautiful scenery, his leisurely posture infuriating. Only when he heard Chuuya's voice did he slowly turn around, a deeply unsettling smile on his pale face.

"Oh, isn't this the Port Mafia's most famous Gravity Master, personally hunting down a mere rat like me? What an honor!"

Tuosi's voice was gentle, but his words ignited a nameless anger within people.

"Enough with the nonsense!"

Chuuya knew the man in front of him was cunning and didn't bother to engage in any verbal exchanges, so he directly interrupted him.

A deep red aura representing gravity instantly covered his entire body, and the container beneath his feet seemed to be crushed and twisted by an invisible external force, emitting a piercing metallic sound.

The violent gravity exploded with Chuuya at its center, stirring up dust and forming an absolute gravity field.

Chuuya stared intently at Dostoevsky, who was still sitting there as if nothing had happened, and a vague feeling of unease crept into his heart.

But before he could think any further, Chuuya shot out like an arrow, unleashing a punch with the power to destroy everything.

However, the smile on Dostoevsky's face grew even more radiant and eerie.

Faced with a gravitational attack powerful enough to turn steel into dust, he made no move to dodge or defend, but simply raised his pale hands slightly.

“What an awe-inspiring power, Mr. Nakahara.”

"Doss said softly, his eyes flashing with a light that was extremely familiar to Nakama, a light that seemed to see through everything."

"Unfortunately, overly direct violence is sometimes precisely the weakness that is most easily predicted and exploited."

Just as Chuuya's fist was about to touch the hem of Dostoevsky's clothes, Chuuya's pupils contracted.

puff!

A dull and eerie sound.

Dostoevsky's figure vanished from the spot like a punctured phantom.

Chuuya slammed his fist into the air with the force of a thousand pounds, and the violent impact of gravity blasted a huge crater into the ground, with thick smoke billowing out.

"ha?!"

Chuuya's pupils contracted sharply as he forcefully stopped his charge. The deep red light of his ability flickered uncertainly in the smoke and dust. His interest grew stronger, and he tensed up, wary of any movement.

That person vanished as if into thin air, and the Tuosi from just now seemed like a vivid phantom that had never existed.

Chuuya still doesn't realize he's been tricked. All those years he spent dealing with him in Europe were for nothing, but this time is different from every other time.

"Your anger, your power, your actions... are all as clear as if they were written in a script, making it easy for anyone to spot the flaws."

Doss's repulsive voice, tinged with mockery, came from all directions, ethereal and indistinct, making it impossible to pinpoint its exact location.

"It's truly an honor for someone like me to attract the attention of the renowned Gravity Master. But I don't want this cat-and-mouse game to end here yet. It seems I'll need the Gravity Master to put in the effort and continue playing along with me."

Chuuya suddenly looked up and saw a figure in a white coat standing quietly on the top of a tall building in the distance. The night wind was blowing the hem of his coat, and the figure looked particularly unreal under the moonlight.

"Damn bastard!"

Chuuya cursed angrily, exerted force with his feet, and once again transformed into a streak of red light, soaring into the sky and heading straight for the top of the tall building.

But this time, Dostoevsky didn't give him any chance. Just before Chuuya was about to reach the rooftop, Dostoevsky's figure disappeared silently, as if blending into the night, leaving behind only an ambiguous sentence that vanished into the cold air.

"I look forward to our next meeting, Mr. Gravity. At that time, I will prepare an even more interesting script for you to perform."

Chunya landed heavily on the rooftop, the concrete beneath his feet making a dull thud.

Looking at the empty rooftop, the deep red light around Chuuya gradually faded, revealing his extremely gloomy expression. He slammed his fist hard against the wall beside him, the immense force shattering the surface into a spiderweb pattern.

"Tch...he got away again."

Chuuya gritted his teeth, his deep voice filled with resentment and cold anger.

Chuuya stared intently at the spot where Dostoevsky had last disappeared. The moonlight cast a heavy shadow under the brim of his hat, obscuring half of Chuuya's face, but it couldn't hide the murderous intent and vigilance in his eyes that were almost tangible.

Each time the rat appeared, it carried a deeper purpose; each time it disappeared, it left behind a deeper mystery.

What I just said was more than just a provocation.

Dostoevsky, what exactly are you plotting? And where in your play are you placing me, the entire port mafia, and even Yokohama?