Chapter 9. Double Black
After becoming a cadre, I had to review and approve many more documents than before.
In his dream, he could use various methods to cheat and push all the work onto Nakahara Chuuya, but in reality, he could only do it alone.
Looking at the pile of documents that was half a person high, he felt a headache coming on, but he couldn't just skip work like he did in his dream. So he could only sip his coffee and try to resolve the issue as soon as possible.
Occasionally, when he's editing a file, he'll subconsciously call out Chuuya's name, only to remember afterward that this is his real world, and that person doesn't exist here.
At this moment, he would put his hand to his forehead, annoyed that he hadn't been able to distinguish between reality and dreams. Fortunately, he was alone, and no one else had witnessed this terrible scene.
Dazai lay on his desk, casually glancing at something with his left eye, which wasn't bandaged, as he twirled his pen between his fingers, already reminiscing about the days when he would skip work in his dreams.
Sigh, even when he's sleeping, his dreams are filled with documents. Luckily, there's someone in that world who helps him solve them, so he doesn't have to be a corporate slave both in his dreams and in reality.
Unfortunately, this is something that will never happen in reality.
One day, after receiving a mission to reclaim the port/black goods, Dazai Osamu led his men to a port.
He used strategy and the manipulation of people's hearts to formulate a battle plan, and then led his men to complete the mission perfectly. The mission was not simple, but it was still successfully completed, although it took a long time.
Looking at the destroyed warehouse and his wounded men, he thought that if someone were here, the mission could have been completed faster and more perfectly.
Dusk had fallen, and the clouds in the sky were draped in vibrant colors.
The sea glistens, and occasionally you can see small fish swimming on the surface.
Standing on the beach, Dazai Osamu looked up into the distance, his whole body bathed in the warm, gentle sunlight of dusk, which was not too bright. His bandages were also stained yellow by the sunlight.
He stood there quietly for a long time, his eyes half-closed, seemingly lost in thought. Then, he sighed softly and turned to leave.
Blood dripped from his left hand, which hung limply at his side, trickling down his black sleeve and onto the ground, leaving a small, crimson line.
His shadow stretched long on the ground.
He was all alone.
For Dazai Osamu, there were few things that interested him. Precious gems and the like were often given to him as gifts, but to him, these were just colored minerals, and he had little interest in things that had little use other than their ornamental value.
It's just that Chuuya Nakahara liked it; in his dreams, Chuuya had expressed great interest in such dazzling things.
So sometimes, when he gets his hands on something like this in real life, he sometimes thinks of Nakahara Chuuya while playing with it, and then he thinks that if the idiot Chuuya got his hands on this thing, he would probably be so happy that he couldn't stop admiring it, and might even be so excited that he would squeal and shout.
Just thinking about the possibility is hilarious.
He unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, and with a good mood, he began to deal with the rumors circulating within the Hong Kong triads, which, to put it simply, were:
"It seems that Dazai's subordinates have designs on usurping power."
Rumors arise without cause, but such baseless claims are easily debunked; the mastermind, however, remains elusive. Dazai has many enemies, and countless individuals within the Port Mafia either compete with him or dislike him. He's uncertain, though a vague answer lingers in his mind.
He has recently gained prominence, not only resolving several far-reaching incidents that strengthened the Hong Kong Triads, but also allowing more people to see his abilities, which have become increasingly outstanding with age.
Whether it's a sense of crisis or some other kind of thought, it's quietly rising in the minds of people from all walks of life.
However, none of this concerned Dazai Osamu. He was currently indifferent, utterly alone, with nothing that bothered him, and he had no interest in understanding the thoughts of others. For him, simply getting through the day already drained all his energy.
His mental and physical state were becoming increasingly exhausted. The pressure from both dreams and reality was mounting, and he had more and more things to consider. He also needed to overcome the influence of his dreams.
At least not now, it's not the time for him to let himself go.
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